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Got S.M.I.L.F.? Ch. 01

By: Evil Alpaca



Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. Please do not redistribute or reuse this story without the author's permission.

"Got S.M.I.L.F.? (Soccer Moms I'd Like to Fuck)"

Trixie found herself sighing while staring out the window at the pouring rain. The day had gone from bad to worse. She hadn't felt particularly chipper for quite some time. She was supposed to take a minivan filled with soccer players up to a statewide tournament that supported charities. The invitees were players who had graduated high school and had been accepted to play at the collegiate level. A number of companies had gotten together and each sponsored a player. All the money donated by the sponsors went to one of a number of charities, and the players themselves got to pick which one. It was a good cause, but it unfortunately was also a platform for some self-righteous players to grandstand in front of the Olympic team's scouts that always attended. Trixie's son, Roger, was one of those types of players.

Trixie had gotten married right out of high school to Paul Branch. They had been sweethearts for years, and everyone knew that he was going places. And he had become quite a successful car salesman. So successful that he had three major dealerships in town, and was seen as a 'pillar of the community.' Unfortunately for Trixie, while Paul had gone places, she felt she had been left behind somewhere along the way. 

She had gotten pregnant within the first year of their marriage, and they had named their son Roger. Complications in the pregnancy left her unable to have more children. But that didn't seem to bother her husband. She had given him an heir, and that was all that mattered. He had never been intentionally cruel or mean to her after that. Even though she never had a career or had much of a social life of her own, she was always provided for. But after about five years, Paul had seemed to see her less as the beautiful young woman he had married and more as a simple piece in a puzzle depicted the American dream: a wife, house, child, white picket fence, and a successful business. She noticed that he had become more emotionally distant over the years. She thought that maybe she just wasn't attractive anymore. Her few friends that she confided in scoffed at the idea. Trixie had done more than age gracefully; she had kicked Father Time in the gonads. She had kept up a strict aerobics regiment her entire life. While she had a farmer's-daughter-tom-boy physique rather than the gaunt look so popular in magazines, she still managed to attract long glances and whistles every time she walked down the street. At 37 years of age, she had a body that an 18 year old would kill for. Her body-fat percentage was phenomenal, and she still had clearly defined abs. Her c-cup breasts stood out prominently on her chest, and her ass was smooth and taut. She had full, pouty lips, brilliant green eyes and strawberry-blonde hair that always seemed to look tussled. But as hard as she tried, she just couldn't get her husband to notice her anymore.

Since Roger had been born, her husband had poured attention on him. When you grow up with a man who does nothing but tell you how great you are all the time and who helps bail you out of any problems, you become a bit conceited. The boy had little respect for anyone, including his mother. As long as his father approved of him, he was fine. And his father of approved of everything he did. The two of them had left early this morning so that Roger would be well rested for the game the next morning. Paul had volunteered his wife to drive some of the "other kids" up later in the day. These were the boys who were sponsored by smaller companies who simply wanted to help out at a noble event. They tended to be decent kids, and she normally didn't mind playing soccer mom. But she had wanted for Paul to arrange other transportation for all the kids. After all, it was their anniversary. They had been married for 17 years, and had become less important to him than taking their spoiled child to a soccer game. And she hadn't even gotten her a gift. 

So she sat their next to the window, staring outward. The 5 boys had been dropped off, but as the last of them had arrived, the rain had started coming down in buckets. The local news had a flash flood advisory, and her husband had called to say the game had been postponed from the following morning until the following evening to give the field a chance to dry on the off chance it stopped pouring overnight. The highway that led to the event was closed, so they wouldn't be able to leave that evening. Since they would have to leave early in the morning to make the event, Trixie and the boys' parents all decided it would be easier if the boys just stayed at Trixie's house that evening, making it easier for them to get going at first light. Trixie didn't mind. The house had plenty of room, and she enjoyed having something to distract her from her marital problems. She checked her watch and noticed it was about seven o'clock.

"Have you boys eaten yet," she asked with a start. She realized she would be a terrible hostess for letting the young men go hungry. 

"I had a chocolate bar on the way over," said one of the boys pitifully. His name was Dennis, a nice young man whose family was from Brazil. He had beautifully dark skin and big, clear eyes. She could tell he was trying to be polite, but she was also certain none of them had eaten in a while. She felt like a terrible hostess. 

"How about some homemade pizza?" The word 'pizza' has a magical effect on young men. All of their eyes lit up.

"Are you sure it won't be much trouble?" 

"Absolutely not," she said warmly. "I haven't entertained such lofty company since the last time the Queen herself popped by for tea," she said in her worst pseudo-English accent. The boys sat there with goofy grins on their faces. Trixie felt a little flustered. It had been a while since she had last tried to be funny, and her husband and son tended to dismiss such attempts as weak. She got out a bowl and got down her recipe. It had been a long time since she had made it. Her family tended to snub her cooking. Two of the boys got up and headed into the kitchen with her.

"What are you two up to?"

"Helping?" they said with confused expressions on their faces. Their confusion perplexed her until she realized that they probably saw 'helping' as what they were supposed to do. She only wished her son was so courteous. She gave each of them a chore, which they dove into. Soon the other three joined in, mixing and cutting and generally making a bit of a mess. They were so caught up in the cooking process that she took the time to stand back and watch them for a bit. They were a fine looking group. Dennis had an exotic look to him that she was fascinated by. Jim and James were both white, blonde-haired blue-eyed boys, with Jim being a bit taller and a bit broader in those muscular shoulders. Lance was black, with a particularly handsome face and a shaved head. Mike was Hispanic, with those dark eyes and tempting lips usually reserved for Mexican soap-opera stars. All of them were in good shape, lean and strong. And those cute little butts . . .

'Oh, God!' she thought to herself. She was a married woman! And she was checking out boys half her age! She was old enough to be their mother for crying out loud! She through herself back into her work, trying to forget about those tight asses confined by tight denim jeans or soccer shorts. She really tried.

They were having so much fun that they hadn't noticed her watching them. At one point, Jim wiped the flour from his hands on his pants. 

"What a savage," said Dennis.

"What?"

"You don't just wipe your hands on your clothes."

"Good point." With that, Jim wiped his hands on Dennis's shirt. Trixie found herself giggling uncontrollably as Dennis stared incredulously at the flour on his shirt. He methodically reached into a bowl full of dough for the crust. Jim would have rune, but two of the other boys held him in place as Dennis smeared the stuff all over his face. Trixie was laughing so hard at that point she could scarcely breathe. Jim managed to free his arm grab a handful of pepperoni slices and fling them at his adversary. Dennis dodged. Trixie wound up with a pepperoni necklace. There was a moment of intense silence as the boys realized they might have gone too far. Their fears were somewhat alleviated when Trixie smashed an egg over Jim's head, and the food fight was underway in earnest. 

After about twenty minutes, the six of them, the kitchen and part of the living room were covered in miscellaneous food particles. The boys helped her clean up, and they even managed to get a single pepperoni pizza finished. It wasn't much, but no one complained.

During clean up, there were several times the storm caused the lights to flicker. At one point they went out completely. Trixie reached for the cabinet underneath the sink where they kept a flashlight. Her arm brushed against one of the boys. More specifically, it brushed against the crotch of one of the boys. The contact was brief, but Trixie could feel the heat emanating from beneath the material (she thought it felt like soccer shorts). Whoever it was, he was semi-hard down there. And he was big. She felt someone bump into her from behind, and felt another dick, this one completely rigid, temporarily slide along her butt cheeks. She felt her heart beat faster and her palms began to sweat. But as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. Trixie realized that one of the things she was feeling was disappointment. She shook her head. 'Just remember,' she thought. 'Half your age, half your age.' She found the flashlight just as the lights came back on. She was bent over reaching into the counter. She glanced back and saw all of the boys looking at her posterior before guiltily looking away. Trixie could hardly believe she had that kind of affect on them. After all, they probably just saw her as an old lady. 

It was past ten o'clock but no one seemed tired, so Trixie popped one of her husband's action movies into the dvd player and they all sat down to watch. Trixie was distracted though. She could get the thought of what happened earlier out of her head. She found herself wondering whose privates she had touched with her hand and whose had been nestled between her butt cheeks. Two people were wearing soccer shorts, Dennis and Mike, so she must have accidentally groped one of them. The one at her backside . . . 'Oh, stop it, Trixie. It was nothing.' She just wished she could convince her still rapidly-beating heart that it was nothing. And she wished she could stop staring at their crotches.

Eventually the movie ended and it was time for bed. She put two of the boys in the spare bedroom, one in her son's room, one on the couch and one in the overly-large recliner chair. She then went to her room and got ready for bed. She slipped into a pair of lacy, powder-blue panties and matching bra. She didn't realize until she was brushing her teeth what she was wearing; it was her favorite 'fuck me' outfit she wore when she was trying to get her husband's attention. Now why had she put it on? She shrugged and climbed into bed. It was awfully hot and humid, so she threw back all the covers and lay there almost completely exposed to the world. Without even thinking about it, her hands drifted south of the border. She often masturbated when Paul was away. Hell, she often masturbated when he was around. She slipped her hand under the flimsy material of her underwear and began fingering herself. She was already quite wet down there. She was surprised at how anxious she was to do this, considering there were strange people in her house. The moonlight was shining in the open window, bathing her body in a magnificent pale light. She reached orgasm in record time, and she tried very hard not to gasp out loud. Her body shook while she continued sticking her fingers deep inside her body. It felt . . . well, delicious. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something move. She realized then that the door wasn't completely shut. 'Oh my God,' she thought again. 'Please don't let anyone have seen me.'

She got up, sweat and lace plastered to her body. She went to the door and glanced out. There was no one there. But she heard a door squeak down the hall, and saw a light appear under the bathroom door. Hmm. She wandered down the hall as quietly as she could. She was vaguely aware that she was clad only in her lingerie, but that didn't matter much. Whoever had gone in the bathroom hadn't shut the door all the way. She peeked through the crack at the bathroom mirror.

She saw Dennis standing next to the tub, leaning forward with one hand on the wall. His shorts were around his ankles and his shirt was on the counter. And even though she couldn't see what he was doing (as his back was to her), she knew he was jerking off. And he was into it, too. His muscular back was taut and his round little ass was clenched as he whacked away. He was muttering under his breath. She strained to make out was he was saying. Then she heard it. 

"Oh, Mrs. Branch! Oh Trixie!" Holy shit! He was fantasizing about her! This hot young stud was fantasizing about a thirty-seven-year-old soccer mom! She knew she should turn and go back to her room. That would be the proper thing to do. But at that moment, she didn't give a damn about being proper.

She quickly and quietly slipped into the room. "So," she said, "was it you spying on me a minute ago?"

Dennis turned with a look of shock and embarrassment on his face. In a panic, he started reaching for his shorts. He did so in such a rush that he lost his balance. He started to fall backward but managed to catch the edge of the tub before falling in. His member wound up pointed skyward for all the world, or at least his hostess, to see. 

Trixie had never seen such a beautiful dick. Of course, she only had her husband to compare it to, but her husband's equipment was nothing compared to this. It was eight inches long with a large head. It was cleanly shaved, as were the heavy balls that hung underneath. It was waving wildly through the air like a compass in a magnetic storm. 

"Did I do that?" she continued. "Did this old lady get you all hard?"

"Old lady? Mrs. B, when you first showed up at the school, everyone thought you were Roger's sister, not his mother. Everyone thinks you're the hottest lady in town. And . . . Oh damn, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be saying stuff like that to you. I'll . . . I'll call my folks to come get me and . . ." 

He was silenced as she moved forward, reached out and took his raging hard-on in her hand. "I . . . I don't want you to go. Do you really think I'm hot?"

"Yeah. Oh that feels good! Yeah, you're really hot!" 

"No one has told me that in a long time." She began stroking his meat. She didn't believe what she was doing. But this young man thought she was sexy. He fantasized about her. And that made her feel good! She wanted to feel like that. And she wanted this eighteen year old boy. She lowered the toilet lid and sat down on it. She took Dennis's rod in both her hands and pulled and tugged on it gently. She was mesmerized by it. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He was moaning gently, enjoying the feel of her hands. 

"Shh," she whispered. "You don't want to wake the others, do you?" She looked straight at the head of his penis. "You know how I keep from making noise sometimes?" She extended the tip of her tongue and licked the faint trace of pre-cum off the head, eliciting another moan that was laced with surprise. "I stick something in my mouth." With that, she descended on that big, beautiful dick. Once upon a time, she was able to make Paul beg for oral sex, but he had eventually grown tired of it just like everything else. She hoped she could still do it all right. From Dennis's expression, she was doing just fine. She went down about five inches on each stroke before pulling up, exerting as much suction as she could with her lips. She cupped his balls with one hand while keeping the other circled around the base of the shaft. She knew that if she squeezed at the right time, she could prolong his erection for a while. The sensation was incredible for both of them. Trixie missed the feeling of having her lips split by man-meat and the feeling of cum on her tongue. 

"Hey Dennis, are you almost . . ." Oh shit! Mike had just walking in the bathroom. Trixie had forgotten to lock the door. There was no point trying to pretend that nothing was going on. So rather than fight it, she decided to go for it.

"What," she said after pulling her lips from Dennis's shaft with a slurping noise, "were you raised in a barn? Come on it if you want some of this!" She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth just before a young cock sank back into it. Mike looked incredulous, but he stepped forward and dropped his pants. His cock was a little shorter than Dennis' s, but it was just as thick and quite lovely. Mike was muttered something in Spanish, but it was clear what he wanted. He stood next to Dennis as Trixie began shifting her attention between them. She could scarcely believe that she was performing oral sex on two young men, both of whom played soccer with her son, but she didn't want to stop. She ran her hands over their tight buns when she wasn't grasping their balls. 

"Boys, let's go . . . (Slurp) . . . to my room. It'll be a bit more comfortable." She stood up, grabbed their erections, and led them down the hall to her bedroom. She flipped on the light; she wanted to see everything. She led the two young men to the bed and had them sit down. She knelt in front of them and continued her oral attentions. She had them both moaning audibly now. Once, she put the heads of their penises together and fit both of them in her mouth, though not without some difficulty. The she sucked Mike's dick all the way back into her mouth again while stroking Dennis. 

"Holy Shit!" She glanced back and saw James in the doorway with a tent in his pajama bottoms. 

"What are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a grown woman going down on your friends before?" Trixie wasn't sure if she just wasn't thinking clearly or if she had achieved a clarity unknown to her before. But she wanted these boys to desire her. James took a step forward. "Before you join in, go get the others." All three boys looked incredulous at that. "What? I'm just being polite to all my guests." James disappeared, and Dennis's dick disappeared down her throat.

"See," came James's voice, "I told you!" Trixie looked behind her and Jim and Lance had joined James. 

"Okay," said Trixie. "I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but I want you. I want all of you. But only if you promise not to tell anyone!" The sight of three more pairs of pants/pajamas hitting the floor was the response she got, but it was the only response she needed. She indicated for each of the boys to sit on the edge of the bed, and she sat back to gaze at them. Dennis's eight-inch shaft was easily the longest, but all of them were beautiful. Mike's she had already sucked. Jim and James were another couple of seven-inchers. Lance's black dick was also seven inches, but thicker than any of the others. She wasn't sure how she was going to fit in her mouth, but she was determined to try.

While she checked them out, they checked her out. "Damn, Mrs. B! You are the sexiest woman ever!" That was Lance. "And I've seen a lot of on-line porn!" That broke what was remaining of the ice and left Trixie giggling.


Got S.M.I.L.F.? Ch. 01



"Little old me?" She took a couple swigs of dick-meat then looked at the next boy. "What about you? Do you think I'm pretty?

"You put those Baywatch girls to shame." She sucked on his dick next. She did that with all of them, trading compliments for blowjobs. 

"Guys, this isn't quite fair. I think we should more courteous to the lady of the house." Dennis had a smile on his face as he helped her to her feet and lay her back on the bed. 

"Oh Dennis," she said. "You're such a nice, handsome young man." He smiled at her then buried her face in her crotch. He nuzzled her for a second before pulling her soaked panties down. Then he buried his tongue in her box and licked. It was obvious that he didn't have a lot of experience, but it was more than her husband was ever willing to do anymore. Any his youthful exuberance made up for his inexperience. After he licked for a while, Mike took his place. She paid him a compliment and he started to eat. So the game continued with the roles reversed; with Trixie giving out generous comments in exchange for oral pleasure. 

"Boys, I love what you're doing, but could someone get down here so I could have a cock to suck on?"

It was a mad scramble, but Lance got there first. Trixie managed to fit his substantial girth into her mouth, letting half of his dick slide into her mouth. But even as she started sucking off any the boys whose face wasn't buried in her crotch, she began to crave something else. She looked at Dennis, who was patiently waiting his turn to get his dick sucked.

"Dennis," she said with a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I . . . I want you inside me. Down there." The boys looked surprised (thought she didn't know why at this point) but anxious. Dennis wasted no time, pushing James's face aside and positioning himself and her entrance. He paused. "Do it," she told him. "Put your young hard cock inside me!" He needed no more coaxing. He sunk all the way in on his first thrust. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and held him there for a moment. She felt so alive right then, certainly more alive than she had felt in years. "Okay," she said after a long pause. "Fuck me. But do it slow. I want to feel every inch of you."

He did as he was asked, sliding all eight inches in and out as gently as he could. She turned her attention back to one of the cocks next to her head. She pushed it against her cheek, marveling at the warmth. Then she was sucking again. Meanwhile, Jim managed to snake his hand under her back and release her bra fastening. 'Impressive,' she thought. 'Paul still has problems with those.' Her breast popped free, sticking proudly into the air. James had basically straddled her face and was fucking her mouth so she couldn't see what was going on towards the end of the bed, but she felt two pairs of lips kissing her chest. She felt both nipples engulfed in young boys' mouths, and they were being treated like pacifiers by young children. It was all so exquisite! Dennis pulled out and let someone else take his place. 'What a good boy. He believes in sharing.'

Although they were all young and full of energy, none of them had experienced anything like this before. Each of them had taken the opportunity to sample both her mouth and pussy, and the overall excitement finally became too much. Lance was the first to go.

"Oh, I think I'm gonna . . ." He pulled out of her hot pussy and she felt he semen splash onto her abdomen. Jim and James both let their loads fly at her chest. Mike's rod was in her mouth, and when he stared moaning louder, she grabbed the smooth skin of his ass and held him inside. She hadn't done this in a long time, but she wanted it now. Mike erupted in her mouth, filling it with his sweet fluid. Even after he was finished, she continued sucking on his semi-hard member until she was certain she had drained it of its contents. Then, with an intentionally loud gulp, she swallowed. This elicited a series of "oohs" and naughty comments.

Dennis was the only one left now. He sank his cock into her pussy and fucked her like a jackhammer. No "nice and gentle" this time; he was going for broke. And as he approached climax, so did she. Her muscles seized and her pussy clamped down. This extra pressure was more than Dennis could stand and his spunk flowed into her as her juices flowed outward. It could have been minutes or hours for all Trixie could tell. But she felt more satisfied than she had in . . . well, as long as she could remember. Finally Dennis pulled out with a satisfying "plop" sound.

"Well, you boys might as well sleep here tonight. I think I'd like the company." They were all grinning, and James hit the lights. As the veritable sea of young male flesh made itself comfortable on the king-sized bed, she felt strangely content. She stroked their hair and kissed each of them goodnight before all of them drifted off to sleep.

She awoke early the next morning. All of the boys were still firmly asleep. She managed to wiggle her way out of bed without waking any of them up. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She still had cum stains on her chest and stomach. She washed them off and began admiring her form.

"They thought I was Roger's sister," she mumbled. "You know, I'm not bad looking at all for someone going on 38." 

"You're not bad looking for someone going on 18," came a voice from behind her.

"Morning Dennis."

"Morning Mrs. B."

"Call me Trixie."

"Trixie, I don't get why the idea of being beautiful is so strange to you. I think you're the only one who doesn't realize how gorgeous you are."

She gave him a tired smile. "Well, me and my husband."

"Well if he would . . ." Dennis stopped there, afraid of overstepping his bounds.

"Go ahead."

"If he would stop trying to convince Roger that he hung the friggin' moon! Roger has gotten a big ego. It's not as bad when you husband isn't around. The problem is, your husband is almost ALWAYS around."

"I know. And I don't know what to do about it. I guess I should call Paul. See what is up with the game." She went to the kitchen followed by Dennis. She saw his beautiful dick dangling and bouncing between his legs. She found herself licking her lips. She picked up the phone and called Paul's cell.

"Hey honey," he said when he answered. Caller Id made his life easier. "Listen, I can't talk now. Me and our superstar are going golfing with one the Olympic scouts tomorrow." As he talked, she felt Dennis moving behind her. Suddenly his hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks so his tongue could ravish her mound from behind. She bent forward and spread her legs, reveling in the devilishness of being eaten out by this young stud while talking to her husband.

"But . . . but you haven't played golf in years. And Roger doesn't know how to play!"

"I told you. He can do anything if he puts his mind to it. C'mon Trixie, get with the program." The jackass even managed to sound irritable, as if she had done something wrong. At the same time, her pussy was becoming increasingly aroused and moist as Dennis stuck his fingers inside while licking the outer lips. "Anyway," he continued with an sense of indignity, "the game has been postponed until next week. The field is sopping wet."

'So is my crotch, you twit!' she thought to herself.

"It's completely unplayable right now. I don't know why they don't find a better place to do this event. Anyway, Roger and I are going to stay up here for a week. I called my secretary earlier and let her know how to reach me. I'll talk to you later. Bye." And he hung up.

She was almost furious. He hadn't asked if she was okay with being alone. He hadn't asked if she needed anything. He hadn't even asked if she wanted to come up and stay with them, like a normal family. Just "I'll talk to you later." 

"Dennis," she said between clenched teeth.

"Yes?" he mumbled from the area of her crotch.

"Let's go outside." She led the confused boy outside. She closed the sliding glass door that led to the porch. 

"What . . .?"

"I don't want to wake the others quite yet. And I want you to fuck me again. Fast and hard like last night."

"But . . ."

"I'll explain later." She bent over and grabbed the porch rail. He sidled up behind her and sunk into her.

"Trixie, you are so tight. It feels so good!"

"Less talking, more pounding." She was glad that they had an expansive estate and hence, no immediate neighbors. Because the slapping of his balls against her backside seemed to carry across the still morning air. He reached around and took her breasts in his hands. His fondlings were amateurish, but well received. She brought one of his hands to her face and began sucking on one of his fingers. She could taste the sweat off him from the last twenty-four hours. It was intoxicating. He leaned in, and she felt the flesh of his torso rubbing against hers. She turned her head and she kissed him. That surprised him momentarily. She moved him away so she could turn around and face him. She sat on the rail and pulled him back into her. As he started fucking her again, she continued kissing him, tasting his lips with great fervor. He kept held her tightly against him as he thrust in and out of her greedy pussy.

"Fuck," she said. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

"I'm goin' as fast as I can," he returned with a smile.

She grinned then pushed him away. She dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. The pre-cum might as well have been white wine as much as she enjoyed its flavor. She kept the head in her mouth while she stroked the shaft with her hands. It wasn't long before his seed was spilling into her mouth. It tasted sweeter than anything she had ever had. She didn't swallow right away. She made sure she had it all, milking his beautiful dick for every last drop. She let it slide noisily from between her lips, then looked up at him with an open mouth full of his jism. She swirled her tongue around in it, forcing some of it to escape the corners of her mouth and drip down her face. She felt so naughty, but it felt so right. Finally she swallowed. 

"Trixie, there aren't words to describe how sexy you are!" 

"Thank you," she said while standing up. She kissed him on the cheek and the two of them went back inside. 

Once all the boys were awake, she described the game situation to them. They could tell that she was miffed about her husband's comments.

"So," said Lance. "Should we come by again next Friday afternoon. You know, so we can get an early start the next morning of course." He was smiling, but it was a little anxious. Trixie put his fears to rest. 

"You know, I think that would be a great idea. If you want to spend another boring evening with someone's mother." The boys were all smiling. "And if your parents won't mind." They all clamored and stumbled over each other while assuring her that everything would be fine with their parents, all of whom thought she was one of the nicest ladies they had ever met. If only they knew how nice she was. Each of them called their folks for a ride home. Trixie treated them all to a good breakfast and a "until-next-week" hand-job to tide them over.

After they were gone, she pondered what to do. She figured if she was going to get down and dirty next week, she wanted to make it special; something that would blow the preceding evening away. She spent the rest of the day thinking about what she was going to do. With every new idea, she fingered herself to another orgasm. By the end of the day she was exhausted, but happy.

The next day, she was lounging in her silk robe when she heard someone buzzing at the front door. She checked the peep hole and saw it was Dennis. She opened the door.

"Hey handsome."

"Hi. I think I forgot my gym bag here."

"Yeah, I found it. Come on in. I could use someone to talk to. Unless your in a hurry . . ."

"No, I'm free."

The two went inside and sat down on the couch. She found herself opening up to this young man. She told him of her life, her insecurities and her growing sense of hopelessness. And he listened. He wasn't just letting her ramble, but rather he was actively listening. Just the fact that he actually seemed to care what she felt made her feel a bit better. 

"I guess the question is," he asked, "why do you stay with him then? Mrs. Br . . . Trixie, you could find another guy just driving to the store, and he would probably be more attentive than your husband."

She was slightly teary, but still mostly composed. "I don't know. It isn't like he abuses me or doesn't provide for me. He never does anything to me. Anything at all."

"Not loving someone is just as good a reason to end it. I realize this may not be my place to say, but it doesn't sound like you two love each other anymore. He certainly doesn't seem to love you. And I don't get that. Everyone I know who has met you likes you. There are any number of people who would help you out if you asked."

"Help me do what? I only have a high-school education. I never went to college, I've never held a job and I've got no skills. What would I do out there?" she said waving in the general direction of the outside world.

"What will you do in here?" came the response. "Trixie, your house and property here is bigger than my whole neighborhood, but I don't know anyone who acts as trapped as you do. Do you have family you could go stay with, at least until you figure out what you want to do?"

"I guess I could stay with my little sister. I haven't seen her in a while." She sniffed. That actually sounded like a good idea to her. "Visit with my nephews for a bit."

"See, you do have options. But don't do anything until you're ready. I'm just saying what I think would be right, but I'm not the one in your position. I can't make those decisions for you."

"Thanks," she said shyly. He was half her age, but he seemed so much wiser in some ways than she was. She felt so much better after venting to him. So much better, in fact, that she was feeling a little randy. 

"Trixie," Dennis said smiling, "you have that look in your eye." 

"Do you mind? Unless you have something else to do."

He stood up and dropped his shorts. His full eight inches was standing at attention. "Trixie, I can't be in the same room with you without getting stiff!"

She grinned and slowly crawled toward him, letting her robe slide off her body along the way. She got to him and felt the now-familiar head sliding into her mouth. 

"I could get use to this," he said. "Hell, I actually AM getting used to this. Do you have any idea how many guys, or even girls for that matter, would love for you to go down on them just once? I've gotten it three times in as many days!"

She slurped noisily on his beef-stick while fondling his balls and running her hand over his ass. But something he had said kept reverberating in her brain. She pulled her mouth off and started stroking his meat with both hands. 

"Girls? There are girls who fantasize about me?"

He actually looked flustered, which surprised her. What could fluster him at this point?

"Yeah, actually. A lot of the lesbians around the school thought you were fine. A friend of mine checked you out at every school function, though she'd never openly admit to wanting to be with you. She probably thought a girl in her position shouldn't get her hopes up."

"Her position?"

"Yeah. She's a cheerleader, and she's convinced that she's supposed to deny that side of herself. But she and I hang out a lot, and know that she's really curious."

Trixie was getting incredibly aroused. She found herself wanting to meet this girl. She realized she wanted to have sex with another woman. She had toyed with the idea in high school, but had never done anything about it. She got married, and she thought the idea had died off. But it hadn't died. It had only gone dormant, and now it was awake with a vengeance. Hell, since she was breaking down the boundaries, why not shatter them all? She was planning on shattering another of them shortly anyway.

She picked up the pace on her oral action. She was sliding more of it into her mouth than usual, and his balls were bouncing against her chin. She pushed him back into the chair and raised herself up, and wrapped her tits around his shaft.

"Oh God!" he said. "That feels wonderful."

"I saw this when I was looking at some porn sites last night." She pressed her breasts tightly together and started stroking his member with them. "Do you like?"

"I like! I like a lot." He was fucking her cleavage all on his own now. She liked the way his abdominal muscles were rippling as he pounded between her boobs. Well, he had been in her pussy, mouth and tits. Just one more frontier for him to explore. 

"Don't move," she told him before standing up and going to her purse. She pulled out a bottle of KY she had picked up at the market. She poured some in her hand and started rubbing it onto his rigid stick. 

"That feels good! What's it for?"

"It will make it easier to shove this big cock of yours into my ass."

He looked like a deer in the headlights of a very large truck. "Uh, did you say . . ."

"Yep. In my ass. I was going to save it for Friday, but I want to do something special for you. Just be gentle. It's my first time." She turned around, got down on her hands and knees and looked back over her shoulder expectantly. Dennis was sitting there with that same look of disbelief. "Hurry before I change my mind." Dennis leapt into action. He positioned himself behind her and started pushing against her virgin rosebud. 

"Let me know if it starts to . . ."

"Oh shit!"

"Don't do that."

Trixie had placed her head against the carpet and was holding the back of her head. The sensation was strange at first. She had just felt a bit of pressure. Then her anus stretched to try accommodate the intruder. That was painful. She felt like she was giving birth again, but that the wrong opening was getting stretched. 

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she whimpered. She was breathing in short, rapid bursts as she tried to relax her posterior. "Just take it slow." She felt the head creep a little further inward. After a minute or two, she felt the head slid all the way in and the pressure was greatly reduced. She felt every ridge and vein of his beautiful cock as it slid deeper into her backdoor. The pain was almost gone, and the pleasure hit her like a baseball bat. "Oh, that is so good!" She glanced back and saw that Dennis's eyes were close and a look of pure ecstasy decorated his face. 

"Dennis?"

"Yes?"

"Open your eyes." He did as asked. "I want you to look in my eyes when I tell you this." They locked gazes. "Now fuck me hard. I want you to fuck my ass as hard as you can!" The look on his face showed that he had suddenly become all business, and he began pounding her backside like nobody's business. Since there was no one else around or likely to show up, she decided to make some noise of her own as his balls slapped against her. 

"Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah! Fill my ass with that young meat. Harder! Harder!" She didn't even know if Dennis heard her. But she wanted him to hear what she had to say next. "Dennis?" He grunted. "You said that your young lady friend was attracted to me?"

Dennis actually slowed for a moment. He obviously had a suspicion as to where she was going, but couldn't quite believe it. "Yeah."

"Could you bring her here? Could you bring her here so I could feel what being with another woman is like? Could you bring her here so I could fuck her too?" 

"Are you serious?" His eyes were wide open now. She also thought his dick had just become even larger while in her ass.

"Of course. Is it so unbelievable that the woman you are ass-fucking wants you to bring home and eighteen-year-old cheerleader to have sex with?"




Got S.M.I.L.F.? Ch. 01



"There are so many things that are weird about that sentence that I won't even start." He looked thoughtful. "Yeah, actually I think I could. But I'd have to be up front with her about everything. She's my friend, so I won't set her up for anything that might spook her." 

"I wouldn't have her . . . I mean I wouldn't have it any other way. Now get fucking!" She buried her head in the carpet once again and started playing with her own pussy. Having her ass full of dick seemed to have made all her erogenous zones extra sensitive. She fingered herself with one hand and played with her nipples with the other. After just a few minutes, she had an orgasm that seemed to rock the foundations of the house. It was more intense than anything she had ever experienced before! She was actually seeing stars circling around her head, and her body was shaking so bad she was knocking stuff off the coffee table. And as her ass clamped down, she felt Dennis tighten up. 

"I'm cumming!" He grabbed her hips and held on for dear life as he emptied the biggest load of his young life deep into her backside. She felt every contraction and spurt his dick made as it emptied his seed into her. 

"Why didn't I ever try that before?" she whispered as she collapsed all the way onto the floor. He collapsed on top of her, his still semi-hard member buried inside her. Her senses still seemed hyperactive. She could almost taste his sweat just by smelling of him, and she felt the muscles of his chest against her back. He started kissing the back of her neck, much to her delight. 

"I'm glad you didn't. I'm happy I was the first. It was the most amazing thing ever."

"It was, wasn't it. We'll have to do that again sometime. Soon. But before I do, YOU have to bring me a young, beautiful, willing young woman to have sex with." 

"I'll do my best."

"Good. Because I'll let you watch."

"Oh man!"

Trixie had developed a knack for something in the last few days. She kept getting herself into situations before she thought them through. She found herself a nervous wreck when she realized she has just sent one of her young lovers to find her a young woman to have her first-ever lesbian experience with. You can say some strange things when you are getting nailed.

"What was I thinking?" she muttered to herself. "Maybe he won't get her to agree. Maybe she just won't be interested. Then I won't have to worry about it." The thought of not having to go through with it managed to both comfort her and disappoint her as well. Well, it had been two days since she had heard from him. It probably wasn't going to happen after all.

She decided to relax with a nice dip in a pool. She put on a suit she hadn't worn in years. It didn't leave much to the imagination. She had been wearing skimpier clothes the last few days, both around the house and out on her errands. And she was happy to find that she could still draw stares and whistles from many who saw her. This suit was basically two straps that extended up from the crotch, covered the nipples, looped over her shoulders and then did a g-string number through her ass-cheeks. It was a stretchy, blue material that seemed to stay in place by sheer willpower. It was good for lounging, if not for actual swimming. She strode into the shallow end of the pool, dunked herself once, and then just gently floated around. It actually was very peaceful. There was a light breeze blowing, helping cool her skin. And when her ears drifted below the surface, the rest of the world just seemed to slip away. But shortly after it had slipped away, reality came drifting back into play as Dennis's handsome face was suddenly looking down at her. He had a goofy grin on his face.

"Sorry, I rang the doorbell but you didn't answer. I heard splashing, so we just came around the side."

Trixie suddenly was very nervous again. She flipped over and only her eyes were above water. She let her mouth drift above the surface. "Uhm. We?"

He moved to one side, and Trixie saw a beautiful girl hanging out next to the porch. She was wear fairly short denim shorts and a white, baby-doll t-shirt. Her face was almost angelic with high cheekbones and a perfect complexion. She was thin, but not emaciated. She wasn't particularly muscled, but she was lean. Her breasts were on the small side, but they were noticeable and seemed to be firm. And those legs! They seemed to stretch up all the way to the sky. She had shoulder-length blonde hair which she was twirling around one finger. She was shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other. She seemed almost as terrified of this moment as Trixie was. 

Trixie wasn't at all sure what to do next. Dennis backed up a bit so the two girls could get better looks at each other. Trixie stood up in the shallow end, showing off her skimpy outfit and generous bosoms. 

"Well . . ." she stuttered.

"Well . . ." returned the girl, staring mostly at her feet but glancing out the top of her eyes at the beautiful creature before her. 

"Trixie, this is Brandy. Brandy . . ."

"I know who she is dweeb," she said with fondness in her voice. "I wouldn't be here otherwise."

"Good girl," said Trixie. "Men need to be put in their place from time to time."

"Hey!" returned the offended party. "Can I point out that . . ."

"No!" exclaimed the two girls together. They both giggled. Trixie lay her head on the side of the pool and looked Brandy over again, causing Brandy to blush furiously. 

"Let me tell you what. Why don't you both jump on in here for a bit. We don't have to rush anything if we don't want to." 

Brandy actually looked a bit relieved. No one was sure how to start things, so why not take it easy. "I don't have a suit," she said a bit shyly.

"Dennis, could you grab her a suit out of my bedroom? They're in the dresser, bottom drawer. I should have some bikini bottoms that she can wear. But tops . . ."

"I can just wear the shirt. I just didn't want to get denim wet, 'cause it is a bitch to get dry."

Dennis sauntered off while Brandy kicked off her shoes, sat down, and dangled those luscious legs in the water. The two made small talk while Dennis searched for a suit. Trixie knew he would try and pick the smallest bottom he could find. Brandy turned out to be a delightful girl. Just like Trixie, she had been a cheerleader until she graduated a few months earlier. She was going to attend the local college that fall, but had no idea what she was going to major in. Trixie assured her it was better to be confused now than wind up following a dead end path that she wound up hating. She didn't even realize until after she said it that she was talking about herself. Brandy seemed to realize there was a bit of self-loathing going on. 

"Mrs. . . . Trixie. If you've been as unhappy as you and Dennis say you've been . . ."

"Why stay?"

"Yeah."

"I've been thinking about that a lot. Since before the other night. I think I had just been so bored for so long that I didn't realize I had drifted into 'unhappy.' When nothing is actually going really wrong, it's hard to do anything about it." Brandy had actually started stroking the older woman's hair. It felt wonderful. Gentle. Caring. 

Just then, Dennis returned with a bikini bottom. Trixie recognized it. It was basically a couple of pieces of floss being held together by a wing and a prayer. Brandy shot him a dirty look, but went inside to change. Dennis discarded his shirt and dove it. While paddling on his back, he asked "So, how are things going?"

"A bit awkward. This was one of those ideas that sounded really good in my head. But dammit Dennis, she IS beautiful!" 

"Yeah. But she's been a friend since I moved here, so I never made a move. But does she ever have eyes for you."

"Really?"

He moved in close. "Don't tell her I told you this, but apparently seeing you when you pick up Roger from practice once was the first time she realized she had . . . you know . . . feelings for girls."

Trixie felt herself flushing. She never thought she could have that kind of effect on someone. Brandy returned from the house. Her legs looked even more shapely in that skimpy bottom. And when she dove into the water, Trixie got a good look at the most fantastic ass in the world. It was so perfectly round and tight, well shown off by the tiny bikini bottom. When the girl surfaced, her t-shirt clung to her body and her nipples protruded quite nicely. Trixie was become less nervous by the second. Instead, she was becoming filled with anticipation.

The three of them frolicked around the pool for an hour. Trixie was feeling like a kid again, in more ways than one. She found her gaze lingering longer and longer on the younger girl's shapely body. Brandy met her gaze more than once and blushed. She was so cute it almost hurt.

Finally, enough was enough. Trixie gave the young girl a very meaningful stare, then climbed the stairs out of the pool with a deliberate swing in her hips. She tossed a large beach towel on the ground, sat down on it and leaned back on her elbows. She watched as Brandy dove under the water and emerged again next to the steps. The water dripped off her hair and down her face. She was biting her lower lip in an adorable fashion. Her shirt was almost see-through, and clung to her body like a second skin. Her narrow hips had a delightful sway to them, and her legs . . . oh those legs! Those gorgeous legs were making their way over to her.

Brandy knelt down next to her, lying on her side. She traced one finger up Trixie's leg and torso, and felt the valley between her breasts. Trixie took a slightly less delicate approach, grabbing a handful of Brandy's ass and pulling the younger girl on top of her. Both girls had looked nervous earlier. Now they just looked hungry. Now with both hands on Brandy's perfect ass, she leaned up and kissed the girl right on the lips. She felt a tongue slip inside her mouth, so she returned the favorite. Brandy's arms had wrapped around Trixie's head, holding her close. It was the sweetest kiss of Trixie's life. It lingered as Brandy pulled the straps of Trixie's swimsuit off her shoulder and cupped her breasts. It lingered as Trixie released one of Brandy's glorious ass-cheeks and started rubbing the young girl's mound through the bikini bottom. Trixie wanted to feel Brandy's naked body against her own, so she simply ripped the wet t-shirt off the girl's body. Brady didn't seem to care about the lost of her garment as she pressed her body against Trixie's, trapping the older girl's hand between them. Trixie fingered the girl through the fabric while maintaining a death-grip on her ass. Brandy began humping Trixie's hand. And then they finally broke their kiss. 

"Fuck!" exclaimed the young cheerleader. "That was incredible!" 

"And that's just what my tongue can do to your mouth. I have many other plans for it." She reached down and tugged on the strings of Brandy's bikini bottoms. The young girl was now completely naked. 

"Turn about is fair play." Brandy slid her hands down Trixie's sides and tugged on her suit. Trixie had to lift her ass up so the suit could be completely removed, but soon the deed was done. The two lay side by side again, but this time with one of their hands in the others crotch, fingering the other girl's pussy. Since neither girl had been with another woman, they both just did to the other what they did to themselves. And it worked. Fingers were pumping, juices were flowing, lips were tugged and clits were rubbed. Trixie slid three fingers into the other girl, and felt a digit tentatively prodding her anus.

"Go ahead. I actually like it up there." 

"So I've heard," whispered Brandy conspiratorially while glancing at Dennis, who was watching from the pool. The splashing in the water made it clear he was enjoying the show. Brandy leaned over and took one of Trixie's sensitive nipples in her mouth and started sucking. She inhaled that sensitive skin and pulled out, stretched the nipple. She even took it lightly in her teeth. Trixie was groaning in pleasure. Brandy had already shown she knew more about foreplay that Paul had ever even tried. And it was all finally too much to bear. Her limbs started to tremble as her asshole and pussy locked down on whatever digit was inserted into them. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Please don't stop! I'm . . . I'm . . ." No more words were needed. Her back arched and she pulled Brandy's head back up next to hers so she could kiss the young woman who had brought so much ecstasy to her. Her cum covered Brandy's hand as the two locked lips again, and again the kiss lasted, at least until the last remnants of that orgasm had finally dissipated. 

"So did I do alright?" the girl asked.

"Alright? That was perfect! Are you sure this is your first time with a woman?"

"I'm sure. But I've been fantasizing about you for a long time." Even though she still had the other girl's fingers inside her box, that confession made her blush. "Don't be embarrassed. I . . . I just think you're beautiful. I'm so glad you let me do that for you."

"Well, I wouldn't feel right if you didn't let me return the favor. Turn over." She flipped Brandy onto her stomach, then pulled on her hips until Brandy was up on her knees with her face planted in the towel. She marveled again at the perfect globes of that ass. She kissed each cheek extensively. Then, her tongue drifted inward and teased the area around Brandy's ass, eliciting some very pleasurable moans. Finally, she reached the promised land. Trixie had a very simple plan: do everything that Brandy had done, but using her tongue. She buried her face in that tight juicy pussy. She hadn't gotten a good look at it before, but it was gorgeous. It was shaved clean, and the mound was swollen. It looked delectable! She was working her tongue furiously, and enjoyed kneading those glorious butt-cheeks with her hands. Her attentions were having the desired affect. Brandy was alternating between moaning and whimpering. She had to be close to losing it. Trixie just needed something to push her over the top. She stopped licking and inserted a finger into that tight box. Her tongue drifted north to rim the girl's sensitive anus. Then, she stuck a second finger and, after a few pumps, inserted a third. 

"Please," whispered Brandy, "give me more." With that Trixie inserted a fourth finger. The young girl was incredibly tight, so four fingers was stretching her to her limit. And she was getting tighter. Oh God was she tight!

"That's it!" the younger girl practically screamed. And then the power of speech escaped her. She was staring forward, eyes wide. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in rapid bursts. Trixie pulled out her fingers, rolled onto her back and planted her face in Brandy's quivering mound. She started licking again just as the flood gates broke. Apparently, Brandy had been saving it up for a while, and soon the older woman's face was covered in sweet, sticky stuff. To Trixie, it may as well have been honey as much as she was drinking it in. She even continued licking as Brandy's strength gave way and collapsed on top of her. Eventually, Trixie crawled up the young girl's body and the two kissed again, Brandy relishing the taste of her own cum and Trixie's sweat.

Brandy had a look of amazement and satisfaction on her face. "That . . . That was perfect. Thank you!"

"Thank you. It takes two to tango, you know. Sometimes you can do it with three or four or five, but you should really have at least two."

Brandy looked at her, once again with the visage of shyness. "Uhm . . . could we . . . maybe . . .try it again? Sometime?" 

Trixie blushed. "I'm sure we could work something out. Hell, if you aren't in a hurry . . ." 

"I told my folks I'd be staying at a friends tonight." She got a devilish look on her face. "Are you my friend?"

"Oh yeah."

They heard a grunting noise, and looked over to see Dennis shooting his load into the pool.

"Damn," said Trixie. "I'm going to have to get the pool cleaned. Dennis, I think Brandy here is going to stay the evening. I can give her a ride home in the morning. Make sure to have your cute butt back her on Friday."

He was grinning like fox. "Sure thing. Are you two sure you're going to be okay on your own? I could stick around . . ."

"We will be just fine." After Brandy nibbled on her ear, she continued "Just fine indeed."

Trixie awoke late the next morning, primarily because she and Brandy made love until about two in the morning. Over breakfast, Trixie chatted some more with the young lady, and revealed to her part of her plans for the boys that Friday evening. Her young lover quickly became her young cohort, insisting on playing a role in the festivities. When she was sure the girl was up to it, they made plans for Friday morning and she gave Brandy a lift home.

Over the next few days, Trixie made a number of arrangements. She called her sister, saying she was coming for "an extended visit," if she didn't mind. Her sister sensed something was up, but didn't push for details. Luckily she only lived about four hours away, and didn't mind coming to pick Trixie up. 

Then she got ready for Friday. She wasn't sure how she had gone from being sexually dormant to being a raging tower of hormones, but she had. And she was going to end the very eventful week with a bang.

She picked up Brandy early that morning. Brandy told her mom she was going to go watch the soccer game and that she was going to catch a ride up with Trixie. Brandy's mother insisted that Trixie promise not to leave her alone with the boys unsupervised. She said it jokingly, but Trixie agreed anyway. She had no intention of letting that cute, tight ass out her sight. The two of them ran a couple of errands and headed back to the house. They set out some sub sandwiches for the boys and got changed. Trixie had picked up a couple of the naughtiest French-maid outfits she could find at a costume store. The two girls could barely keep their hands off each other while getting dressed. The frilly skirts barely covered their asses, and the tops pushed their breasts up for all the world to see. And in Trixie's case, they could probably be seen from orbit. They put on thigh-high white stockings and black stiletto pumps, and even had on those silly head-pieces you saw in the movies. They were to die for and they knew it.

As each of the boys arrived, both girls met them at the door. While they were surprised (and more than a bit aroused) by Brandy's presence and the two girls' outfits, they knew something was up and it could only be good. The "guests" were ushered into the living room, complete with food and her sons Playstation 2, which entertained the boys until all had arrived. Dennis was the last to show up, and he was very appreciative of Brandy's appearance. He made a few comments that made the young girl blush furiously. Trixie smiled. She had a feeling the two weren't going to be "just friends" after this weekend.

"Well," said the hostess after everyone is seated, "it has come to my attention that you boys are doing a nice thing tomorrow by playing for charity. And unlike some, you are doing it for all the right reasons. You are nice, hardworking young men, and tonight is about you. We have entertainment," she said while pointing to the game console, "food and drink," she said as Brandy pointed out the dinner layout, "and young Ms. Brandy and I will do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, to make your evening enjoyable." 

And the evening was enjoyable. They were all laughing, telling bawdy jokes, playing games and consuming copious amounts of food. And the girls kept busy. They teased the boys outrageously for hours. If one of them spilled food on themselves, the girls would brush them off, making sure to very delicately brush every crumb from their crotches. The winner of every game received a neck rub from Brandy and a foot massage from Trixie, who made sure her ample breasts were on display the entire time. Whenever something needed to be moved out of the way, the girls made sure to bend way over while moving it, giving the boys a clear view of their white-thong-clad asses. After a while, the natives were obviously getting restless. Each of them was stroking their rod through their jeans. It was time for the teasing to end.




Got S.M.I.L.F.? Ch. 01



"Brandy love, I think the young masters are tired of the . . . games. I think they might like to watch a movie instead." The young woman bounced over to the dvd player and put in the feature presentation. Of course, it was a porn movie. It had taken a lot of effort on Trixie's part to find just the right one. The first scene was of two women together. The boys started hooting and making catcalls, obviously pleased with the choice. 

"So let me get this straight," said Brandy sweetly. "Seeing two women 'getting it on' is appealing to you?" The boys grunted in agreement. "Two woman touching each others breasts and tasting each others . . . well, you know . . . turns you on?" Trixie had sauntered over to her and wrapped her arms around Brandy from behind. "Seeing two women fondle each other's pussy until their juices flow gets you all hard?"

The boys, despite everything that had happened up until that point, managed to be stunned into silence. It was as if they had won a car in some sweepstakes and when they went to collect the prize, someone game them a million dollars as well. They had thought it couldn't get any better, but it indeed had.

The girls had fallen to their knees, with Trixie still behind the younger girl. She lifted up Brandy's skirt, pushed the thong aside and started her fingers to work. She rubbed the clitoral hood with her thumb while frigging her with one and then two fingers. The boys had all whipped out their members by this point and were pleasuring themselves. Trixie withdrew her fingers from Brandy's hot box and raised them to the young girl's lips. Brandy sampled some of her own juices, giving each of Trixie's fingers its own little blowjob. The two girls faced off and after some serious necking they got down on the floor in a 69 position. Their tongues worked around each other's thong and sampled the tasty treat underneath. The boys were very appreciative of the show. 

Trixie was just as please with Brandy's pussy as the last time. She was so appreciative she had shaved her own in preparation for this event. And the activity of the younger girl's tongue show that the appreciation was mutual. They had pretty much forgotten about the boys and were completely wrapped up in perfecting the fine art of cunnilingus. Trixie was beginning to think her young lover was a distant relative of an anteater, because her tongue seemed to stretch on for miles. Then their fingers joined their tongues, and each girl began to writhe. Brandy upped the stakes by slipping her middle finger into Trixie's puckered sphincter.

"Oooh! That's playing dirty." Of course, that didn't stop her from returning the favor. Both girls were primed from the day's activity. Brandy was closer to release, but she managed to hold it off until her lover was also ready. And together, their orgasms shook the floor. They moaned and twitched and trembled, and they came all over the other's face. Finally they both collapsed, gasping and panting and more than just a bit sticky. The young men started to cheer. 

"Bravo! Bravo!"

"Encore! Encore!"

"If only I had the energy," muttered Trixie as she gave the pussy in front of her another quick kiss.

About that point, the movie had moved on to another scene. 'And now we come to the main attraction,' thought Trixie. It was a gangbang scene, where two girls got fucked by a bunch of guys.

"Oh my!" said Trixie sweetly. "How ever did that get on there?"

Jim was the first to catch on. "If you two are supposed to be maids, then I've got a knob that needs polishing." With that, he wielding his dick like a weapon and pointed it in their direction. 

"Duty calls," whispered Trixie as she crawled slowly over to the couch where Jim was sitting. He was pointing his dick right at her, so she didn't even have to adjust her course. Her mouth just enveloped it as she sidled up to him. She cupped his balls, which were heavy with the white stuff, and sucked for all she was worth. She reached a hand out in either direction and grabbed the meat of both Lance and James and stroked them while she went down on her primary target. Mike snuck in behind her and slowly entered her pussy which was still tender from the ravishing of Brandy's mouth. She was a fucking machine. 

Brandy and Dennis were the only two not immediately involved in the action. They were looking at each other with an almost frightening degree of intensity. The young woman made the first move, walking over to him and kneeling in front of him. She took his eight inches in both her hands but did so gingerly, as if it were a piece of art easily broken. She pumped it a couple of times and then looked him square in the eye.

"Please," he almost gasped. "Please suck it."

"You want me to put this big thing in my mouth?" she asked.

"Yes, I want to see it between your lips."

That was all the encouragement she needed. She kept their gazes locked as she took the fleshy head into her mouth. She was obviously nervous, making it clear to Dennis and Trixie she had never actually done this before. Trixie pulled away from Jim for a second to offer her some advice. "Just follow his lead. Respond to his body, and you'll be just fine." And then Jim's cock was back in her mouth.

Brandy seemed to gain in confidence. She didn't try to take too much. She apparently knew to keep her teeth away from the sensitive skin of Dennis's dick, which he obviously appreciated. Trixie saw him whispering things to her, and she adjusted her grip or head posture accordingly. It didn't take long before he just leaned back and let her do her thing. Her head was bobbing rapidly and Trixie heard slurping noises and moaning. She seemed to be getting the hang of it. 

With her young charge taking care of Dennis, the lady of the house was determined to keep the other four occupied. While Mike pumped her tight wetness from behind, she shifted her lips from one cock to another. And if the dick wasn't in her mouth, it was in one of her hands. She was almost intoxicated by the aroma of sweat combined with the taste of pre-cum. The hot, velvety feel of their cocks as they penetrated her mouth and filled her hands acted as a catalyst for her longing. She wanted more.

"Jim (slurp slurp). Could you reach over and grab my purse? There is a small bottle inside filled with a clear liquid. Could you get it for me?" He did as asked. She took the bottle and poured some of its contents onto her hands. It was actually a nicely scented lubricant. She rubbed it onto each boy's cock until they were all good a slick. She pulled away from Mike so she could straddle Lance, his thick member filling her pussy.

"Oh that's nice." Lance groaned and started to thrust upward. "Jim, stand on the couch here and James over here. Good." She took a lick of each of their protruding appendages. 

"What about me?" asked Mike.

Trixie turned her head and gave him an evil grin. She handed him the bottle of lube, the slowly pulled her ass cheeks wide apart. He said something in Spanish which sounded like a prayer of thanks. He poured a generous amount of the lubricant onto his member and positioned himself at her backdoor. Apparently Dennis's foray up that road had not completely worn off yet. While there was some definite discomfort at first, it was nothing compared to what she had experience the first time. It seemed the head was the most difficult part. Once it was inside, things got much better very quickly. She was in pure sexual paradise! She felt so filled, certainly more so than she ever had felt in her life. As cock slid out of one entrance, it slid in the other. Having her ass filled made everything else extremely sensitive, letting her feel every inch of the member in her cunt. She tried not to let the ecstasy of the double penetration dissuade her from pleasuring the remaining two boys with her mouth. After a while, she flipped the entire assemblage over, with Mike sitting on the couch with his dick up her behind and her feet up on his knees for support. Lance stood on the couch next to her, giving James a chance to fit into her sopping wet box. 

She looked over and saw Brandy rolling a condom over Dennis's sizeable shaft. She was apparently on the pill, but Trixie hadn't wanted her to take any chances. She didn't want the poor girl pregnant at eighteen like SOME people she knew. She wondered if Dennis realized how special of an honor he was about to receive. While Trixie had been her first blatant sexual encounter and her first lesbian experience, the young girl had never 'been' with a man before. He must have realized something as she straddled his lap and began to ease herself onto his stick. His eyes opened wide as he felt a bit of resistance. He realized what was taking place, and waited for her to give the okay. She bit her lip and nodded. She sank down and he thrust up. The expression on her face was hard to read. It was pain at first, then fear. But eventually it melted into something wonderful. It was full of pleasure and, daresay it, love. Trixie was convinced she was right. Those two young people weren't going to be friends anymore. It had become something else. Trixie kept sucking lightly on the heads of the two cocks in her face while watching Dennis and Brandy adjust to each other. Brandy had her hands wrapped around the back of her lover's neck as she gave him a look of affection and devotion; a look he easily returned. Rather than rushing things at first, she just rocked back and forth on his cock, enjoying the novel sensation of it sliding into her. For his part, Dennis just let her pick the pace. His hands were firmly locked on her picture-perfect posterior, and he was obviously enjoying the tightness of her. Together they managed to removed most of the young girl's costume (luckily there was a lot of velcro involved) so they could feel their bodies against each other.

The scene continued like that for a while. Mike stayed buried in Trixie's backside while the other three rotated around between her hands and her mouth. With all of the teasing that had happened earlier and the lesbian show they had been given, combined with the added pleasure of multiple penetration, the boys were all about ready to burst. Mike was the first to approach climax. Trixie broke up the gathering and grabbed a wine glass she had conveniently left nearby. She pointed the head of his twitching cock into it just as he shot his load, and soon there was a thick layer of man-juice filling the bottom of the glass. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was up to, so as each of the other boys started to cum, their jism joined Mike's at the bottom of the glass. And they each had pretty hefty donations to make. The glass was half full by the time they were done. 

On the other side of the couch, it became clear that Brandy was experiencing her second orgasm of the evening. Her eyes were wide open again, and she was clinging to Dennis's body with all of her strength. Dennis continued to pound her all the way through her orgasm, making her emit a series of high-pitched grunting sounds. Finally she almost melted onto him, unable to move. He gently turned her over so she was lying on the couch as he continued to fuck her. She managed enough strength to wrap her legs around his hips as he rhythmically slid in and out of her. 

"I'm going to . . ."

She pushed him away at that point while simultaneously pulling the condom from his dick. With a firm grip on his member, she pulled it upward. He willingly obliged her and stuck it just an inch from her face. She glanced nervously at Trixie, who nodded with a warm smile. Brandy took the tip in her lips just as the first wave of cum came shooting out. She let as much of flow into her mouth as she could, but there was a lot of it. Some of it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. When Dennis was spent, she turned and looked at the older girl, almost beaming with pride.

"Good girl," said Trixie, raising her glass of jizz to her lips. "Swallow it all like a good girl." Brandy swallowed and Trixie poured the contents of the glass into her own mouth, drinking it down. It was so yummy! She left a little floating in her mouth. She went over and gave Brandy a kiss, and their tongues helped share the remnants of their liquid meals. The remaining cum dripped out of their lips onto their faces, and some even dripped down onto Trixie's cleavage. Brandy practically dove after it, licking all the sticky stuff from the tops of her tits. Trixie responded by licking the area around the young girl's lips until they were clean. The two took a little longer than necessary to finish giving each other tongue baths, but no one seemed to care. The seven of them curled up together on the couch and just enjoyed the silence for a bit. Eventually, they all cleaned up and wandered off to bed. She let Dennis and Brandy have the guest room to themselves, hoping they would work on the blossoming romance. No one objected. As soon as Trixie's head hit her own pillow, she was out like a light.

They were all up bright and early the next day. Trixie made a quick breakfast and they all clambered into the minivan. The trip up was delightful. There was none of the awkwardness she was afraid might happen. Everyone was glad that, even if it never happened again, they had been part of something kind of special last night. 

They got to the field where the game was going to be played. Trixie saw Paul and Roger brown-nosing some guy who was probably the Olympic scout. She didn't bother to go talk to him. He didn't seem to notice. The boys all played spectacularly, and Trixie was ecstatic to see the scout taking notes with obvious interest on his face whenever they were out there. She took a great amount of glee when her son slipped on a piece of loose turf and fell (unhurt) onto his backside. And she enjoyed watching Brandy, who in turn was watching Dennis. She had the goofy grin of someone in love. Trixie hoped she would always be able to wear that smile. 

The gang piled back into the minivan after the game and they headed back home. The trip was delayed a bit as the scout pulled Dennis aside to talk to him and get some background information. When the conversation was over, he was obviously excited. He had been strongly encouraged to try out for the Olympic team! The news was greeted with hugs and hoots from his comrades. They showed no signs of jealousy. They were just proud of the accomplishments of one of their own. And then he and Brandy started giving each other love-struck stares and whispered sweet nothings to one another. They got some good natured ribbing from the rest of the gang, all of whom were happy for the young lovers. 

"It's about fuckin' time," said Mike to Trixie when the others were out of earshot. "Those two have been playing the 'But we've been friends so long' game for years. The only people they were fooling were themselves."

"I guess you're right," she responded. "But there is no going back now."

She took them all to dinner when they got back home. It was obscenely late, so it wound up being dinner at Village Inn, but everyone's spirits were high. She dropped them off at their houses one by one, with Brandy being last. The two stood next to the car at the end of the driveway for a while.

"You're going away, aren't you?" asked Brandy. 

"Yeah. Paul isn't apparently coming back until late tomorrow. My sister will have picked me up by then."

Brandy had tears in her eyes. "I wish you didn't have to go," she said, giving the older woman a big hug. 

Trixie was on the verge of tears herself. She had only know the young girl a few days, but she was as good a friend as she had ever had. They had done a lot for each other. "I'm not going to stay gone. Besides, you'll be at college soon, and your new boyfriend will keep you busy." That brought a smile to the girl's face. Oh yeah. She had fallen hard. 

"Can we come visit?" Brandy asked. "At least until you're ready to come back?"

"If you want to. I'll be staying with my sister, so no hanky panky." Brandy looked honestly annoyed by that comment. 

"Dennis and I will find a way around that. You aren't getting away from us that easily."

The two girls made idle conversation for a while longer. Trixie felt better. These kids, half her age or not, were her friends. And they were friends worth holding on to. The two girls exchanged a kiss which was friendly bordering on dangerous, but Brandy blushed and headed down her driveway. She might have been tempted, but she was with Dennis now, and wasn't doing anything like that without his approval.

Trixie took a deep breath of night air. She felt something that was hard to name at first. Then it came to her. The air smelled Free. The night sky held promises rather than restrictions. She like the way she felt for the first time in ages. She clambered back into her vehicle and headed for her soon-to-be-ex-husband's home. She still had some things to pack.

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To be continued . . . 



Got S.M.I.L.F.? Ch. 02



This story contains m/f, f/f and group sex. If any of these types of activities offend you, please stop now.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. If descriptions of sexual acts offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, you are very naughty. Go to your room. Invite a friend. Enjoy the story.

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Trixie was terrified. You wouldn't think that a thirty-seven year old woman would be experiencing such intense panic just because it was her first day of work. But she had never had a job in her life. And the job in question . . . 

Trixie had experienced an eventful summer. After eighteen years of marriage to the same man, she had walked out of their home. Of course, that was after realizing they hadn't actually been in love for a long time and after having sex with a handful of young soccer players and one cheerleader. After a week of total debauchery, she left him and had gone to live with her younger sister for a while. Her sister Margaret was a dear soul who had no problem with letting Trixie stay as long as she needed. Margaret had been married to a wonderful man named Samuel who managed an electronics store. They had two darling sons named Matthew and Jacob, ages five and seven, who absolutely adored their Aunt Trixie, and the feeling was mutual. Margaret and Sam had listened to her calmly when she explained her emotional reasons for leaving her husband Paul, though she left out the wild-orgy-with-eighteen-year-old-boys part of the story. They both understood. While neither of them had any personal problems with Paul, both had noticed a distinct lack of chemistry. But like her, there wasn't anything in particular about him that they felt warranted a divorce. Trixie agreed to look after the kids during the day since both their parents worked. It saved her sister some daycare money and gave Trixie something to do. Her nephews were a constant source of entertainment. Her own son Roger, now eighteen, had treated her with nothing but disdain for years.

When her husband got home and read the note she had left, he called her immediately. What was strange was that in their first conversation over the phone, he didn't sound surprised. They agreed to meet at a public place to talk things over. That meeting was a surprise for both of them, because it was the first heart-to-heart talk they had engaged in for ten years at least. Much like Trixie, Paul realized after reading her message that they hadn't really been a couple for a long time. He even apologized for not noticing earlier. What Trixie had expected to be a hostile encounter turned out to be the most pleasant conversation she had had with him since they had gotten married. Neither of them can figure out what had gone wrong or when, but they both acknowledged that it was over long ago. Paul admitted to having cheated on her a number of times, which didn't upset her at all. She admitted to "a recent infidelity," but didn't go into details. Trixie realized that it might take some time, but that eventually they might wind up being better friends than they ever were as spouses or lovers to each other. Despite Trixie's insistence that she had no intention of asking for anything from him in the divorce, as she truly felt none of it belonged to her, Paul insisted on sending her alimony. They both laughed at the idea of the husband forcing his soon-to-be-ex-wife to take his money against her will. He would help out until she found a way of getting back on her feet. Since their son Roger was over eighteen, there was no need to discuss custody. As if he would want to have anything to do with his mother after the divorce. He had barely noticed she was alive before.

They chatted well into the evening, parting with a warm and genuine hug. It was like the real world being unveiled to both of them after living in shadow for almost two decades. They exchanged numbers and made plans to meet with each other's lawyers, and then they went their separate ways.

Trixie spent a few weeks adjusting to being single for the first time since high school. She wasn't someone's wife anymore. She wasn't someone's caretaker. She wasn't a soccer mom. She was just Trixie again, and that took some getting used to. She played with her nephews for hours on end, but she knew that once school started again they would be off to kindergarten for Matthew and the second grade for Jacob, and she would be left alone in the house all day. She needed to start down the path towards self-sufficiency, but realized with some apprehension that she had no idea where that road began. Her sister told her to just start checking the paper and going to job agencies. Something would come up. 

She did as her sister had suggested. Once the kids were back in school, she started pounding the pavement looking for some kind of job. Her sister lived in town, so she was able to utilize public transportation. That didn't seem so bad until she had to sit next to a few truly disturbing looking individuals who smelled a tad unsanitary. She applied for secretarial jobs, cooking jobs and waitress positions. It was depressing for her to realize that those were the only things she was qualified to do, and that she was going to wind up losing those jobs to people who had even the most useless of college degrees simply BECAUSE they had degrees. After a few weeks, her spirits had hit rock bottom. Then she got a call from Dennis and Brandy, two of the young people who had helped awaken her sexual passions, which in turn led to her leaving her husband. They wanted to come and visit her, an offer that she gladly accepted. She could use some cheering up.

They drove up on a Friday afternoon after their classes let out and rented a hotel room. Brandy had gotten a car from her parents when she started college, so she was able to transport them around. Trixie had told her sister that she was going to go out with some friends, but didn't mention who. She felt like she was back in high school and lying to her parents. They went to a movie, played miniature golf and then decided to go to dinner. Having those two young people around made her feel good again. 

On Brandy's almost joking suggestion, they had dinner at the local Hooters restaurant. It turned out to be a great idea. All three of them ogled the top-heavy waitresses and got their fingers really messy. The place was fairly busy, and from the "Help Wanted" sign in the window, the trio was able to discern that the establishment was understaffed.

"You should apply here!" said Brandy. "You would look so cute in one of those uniforms!"

"Oh stop it!" Trixie said blushing. "Can you imagine that? Me, a thirty-seven year old woman working at a place like this? No one would want to order wings from a mother hen."

"Trixie, you are once again forgetting that you are attractive. Hell, I could picture you working here." Dennis closed his eyes. "Actually, I'm picturing it right now." He smiled.

His girlfriend was grinning from ear to ear. While their relationship had blossomed into full-fledged romance since they had all gotten together, the two of them had still expressed interest in "knowing" the older woman in the biblical sense. They had shared some spectacular sex before Trixie had left, and none of them wanted to call a halt to it quite yet.

"C'mon Trixie, at least fill out an application. What have you got to lose?"

"Are you looking for a job?"

Trixie turned to look at the new voice, and came face to face with a great set of tits. There was a nametag attached to them that read "Candy." Indeed they were!

"We are SO needing help right now. A bunch of our summer help had to go back to part-time once school started, so we are really short on the late shift," said Candy.

Trixie finally tore her gaze away from the massive bosoms. She herself was generously endowed, but this girl was almost porn-star-proportions. And she was very pretty as well, with long black hair, strong cheekbones and a wide smile. Her brown eyes sparkled in a friendly manner, and they were almost as inviting as those boobs that were straining against the trademarked shirt all the waitresses wore. She had a flat tummy and medium-sized hips that tapered into good, muscular, waitress-style legs.

"I . . . I don't think I could. I mean, I don't have any waitress experience," Trixie stuttered, trying to keep her eyes from going back to those tits.

"Oh, that doesn't matter much around here. Most of our clientele aren't horribly concerned about professionalism. Give them barbecued wings, a beer and a waitress in a skimpy outfit and they are pretty much good to go. I could get you an application if you'd like!"

"I really don't know . . ."

"C'mon Trixie," said Brandy. "You've applied for waitress positions all over town, and now you've got one beating down your door!"

"But I'm sure they've got an age limit or something. Don't you?" she asked, turning to Candy.

"Not . . . that . . .I know of. But why would that matter to you?" The girl looked a bit perplexed. "How old are you? Twenty-six? Twenty-seven?"

"Add a decade."

Candy's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "No way!"

"Yeah way." Despite everything, Trixie was feeling a bit smug. She worked hard to stay in shape, and for someone to think she was ten years younger than she actually was pleased her greatly.

"You HAVE to apply! No one will believe your thirty-seven!" She actually started called waitresses over to guess Trixie's age, and the closest guess to being right was thirty. Dennis and Brandy loved every minute of it. Finally Trixie agreed to fill out an application. The manager would probably throw it away as soon as he saw how old she was anyway.

The waitress wandered off, and Trixie glanced appreciatively at her cute little ass. With those dimensions, she was surprised the girl didn't fall over. Suddenly she felt someone's foot gently pushing her legs apart. Trixie had worn a smart little business skirt, so that foot was able to sneak in with ease. She looked across the table. Brandy was leaning against Dennis, biting her bottom lip and giving her a quick eyebrow raise. Dennis had his arm wrapped around the girl and was whispering to her, apparently egging her on. It was easy to figure out whose foot that was.

"Brandy! It's not like we're in a small, poorly lit booth here!" The foot pushed in a little further in, and a stocking-clad toe rubbed delicately against the front on Trixie's satin panties. "Oh fuck! Someone could see us!"

"For someone who's objecting, you seem to really be enjoying this." It was true. Trixie had almost subconsciously started humping Brandy's toe. The young girl was attempting to push the largest toe into Trixie's box, panties or no. The door to the patio opened and the pressure at her crotch vanished. Trixie felt a bit disappointed.

The busty waitress was dropping off their check. When she was gone (after another long glance from Trixie), Brandy's foot temporarily found it's way back under her skirt. As she caressed the older woman's mound with her toes, she said, "Well, we were hoping you might come back to the hotel room tonight." She thrust her big toe into the camel-toe formed in Trixie's panties. "Since you were my first lesbian experience, Dennis's first real experience, and you where there when I got my cherry popped, so I thought you might like to be there for another of my firsts.

Trixie was a bit perplexed, but was too busy getting toe-fucked to much care. 

Brandy turned slightly so that her perfect butt was visible. She was wearing bicycle shorts that displayed her rear assets to their utmost. Even if there wasn't a toe in her crotch, just seeing that butt would have made Trixie wet. "He was telling me how great it was when he got to do it to you, so I want to see what its like to have his thing in here," she finished, tracing the outline of her butt crack with one finger. After she told Trixie this, she settled down into a more comfortable, fully seated position.

Trixie's mind was going a mile a minute. No way, she thought. Brandy had the sweetest, cutest, tightest ass that Trixie had ever seen. Dennis's beef would split the poor girl in half!

"So," Trixie said with heated breath, "when do we leave?"

They paid their check, and Trixie dropped off the job application on the way out. She gave it directly to Candy, just as much to get another glance at her enormous tits as for any other reason. Candy gave her a friendly smile and said she'd get the application to the right person. Trixie doubted anything would come of it. She and her young cohorts piled into the car and raced back to the young couple's hotel room. It was a nice, clean hotel. Nothing too fancy, and Trixie's motherly instincts made her hope they hadn't spent too much money. But those instincts vanished when the door closed and she was left in the room with two hot and horny young people.

Brandy stood leaning against the door, twirling a thread between her fingers that was the only thing holding her top on at that moment. She pulled the string and her shirt opened, letting her small pert breasts pop out. "So," the young girl said, "where should we start?" She was a vision of loveliness, an angel's body with a devil's desire. She stood there against the door with her blonde hair looking quite tussled already, her big beautiful eyes full of promise.

Trixie's knees were about to buckle, so she sat down on the edge of the bed. Dennis sat beside her and helped her get out of her dress coat. "Dennis, why don't you sit behind me for right now. Good boy. Now unbutton my shirt." He reached his arms around her and slowly undid her silk shirt. "Now Brandy, why don't you walk over here. And you know what I mean when I say 'walk.' Oh, that's a sweet thing." Brandy was moving over to her slowly with a nice swing in those tiny hips. It was the kind of swing that made red-blooded American males lick their lips. It had the same kind of effect on bisexual soccer moms as well. "Now turn around, bend over and slowly take your shorts off. Dennis, pay attention. This is what it is all about tonight." Brandy did as she had been asked, slowly peeling her skintight bicycle shorts down over her ass. Dennis rested his head on Trixie's shoulder, marveling at the view while simultaneously unclasping the older woman's bra, letting her sizeable chest get some fresh air.

"God, it's perfect isn't it?" he said of Brandy's bottom. The young girl was still bent over, now wearing nothing but a tiny pink thong and a pair of sneakers. 

"Definitely. It looks good enough to eat. But she's your girlfriend . . ."

"Go ahead Trixie. You're our guest this time, and guests should always be allowed to eat first."

"That's what I like about you Dennis," she said dreamily. "You're such a considerate boy." She nuzzled the lower end of Brandy's slot through the pink, cotton thong. "And you have such a sweet," she paused to kiss the now very wet fabric, "little girlfriend here." She pulled Brandy's thong down those long legs, and nothing was stopping her tongue from ravishing that soft, pink little pussy. She kissed it gently several times before sticking her tongue it and swirling it around. Brandy began moaning, and she bent further over so she could grab her own ankles while the older woman ate her out. 

Dennis had managed to get Trixie's top-half completely naked, but until she was done with Brandy, her butt was staying planted on the bed. So Dennis stood up and removed his own clothes, then sat down again and stroked his eight inch dick while watching two beautiful women get it on. 

Trixie's full attention was on the crotch in front of her. She had licked and sucked every available piece of flesh between the young girl's legs and had gone back for seconds. She could help but squeeze those perfect ass cheeks in her hands and wonder what it was going to look like for them to be spread wide open for Dennis's cock. She glanced over and saw Dennis playing with that very cock, and felt obligated to shift her attention. 

"He's all hard just from watching us. I think it would be rude to leave him out, don't you?"

"Terribly," said Brandy with a grin. The two girls pushed him onto this back with his knees hanging over the edge of the bed. Both of them knelt before him, taking turns at taking his shaft into their mouths. Trixie marveled at how much better the younger girl had gotten when it came to her blowjobs. 

"Practicing?" she asked.

Brandy pulled up from a particularly long stroke. "Yeah." She smiled at her boyfriend. "Almost every day since you've been gone." She flicked the head a few times with her tongue before devouring his swollen member, taking six inches of it into her throat. Trixie leaned in a sucked gently on his balls, eliciting a series of groans.

The two young lovers realized that except for a toe job, they hadn't provided much pleasure to their guest (though their guest would disagree). They stood Trixie up and finished undressing her and then almost threw her back on the bed, causing her sizeable tits to jiggle wildly. They smiled at each other and then each of them took one of those glorious globes in their hands. They fondled, licked and teased Trixie's tits as Trixie started to squirm. The older woman completely enjoyed their breast-play. Then Dennis moved down between her legs, pressing the head of his dick between her lower lips. 

"Honey, can I fuck our guest now?" he asked jokingly.

"Please," Brandy said. "Go ahead. But what does that leave me to do?" She pouted her lips, making her look that much more adorable.

"Well," said Trixie, "my face is getting cold." And that settled it. Brandy slowly stretched her leg over the older woman's body before bringing her knees down on either side of Trixie's face. "You are so juicy and yummy," she said as she started to lick. She meant every word. The young girl was primed. Her mound was slightly swollen and literally shining with her own juices. It was the sort of thing normally reserved for finer quality adult films. And it beckoned to her, almost begging to be ravished. She wrapped her lips around as much of that juicy delight as she could and stuck her tongue straight into Brandy's red-hot box. She sucked her lips in as she wiggled her tongue around like crazy. All the while, Dennis was pounding Trixie's own love canal with his beautiful young dick. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her long and hard. Even over her own slurping and Brandy's moaning she could hear and feel his heavy balls slapping against her ass. He would thrust and she would lick, much to the delight of all. 

Trixie decided it was time to start getting Brandy ready for her big moment. As she licked and sucked Brandy's inner lips, she inserted a couple of fingers into her tender box. After they were good and slick, she began sliding one of them slowly into the young girl's tight sphincter. She was rewarded for her deeds with a gasp of delight. Trixie finger-fucked the young girl's ass for a minute or so before working a second finger in. Everything about that girl's ass was tight! Trixie was afraid her fingers might break with the pressure being exerted on them. After a while, that puckered rosebud started loosening up a small bit, so Trixie began using her fingers like little pistons, going in and out with great speed. 

Brandy was gasping and moaning much more audibly now, and she pushed her pussy harder against Trixie's face. Her juices were running much more freely now. When she came, she was going to cum hard!

Finally Trixie was able to free her mouth long enough to move things along. "Dennis dear, I'm sure you brought something along to make your gorgeous cock nice and slick. Why don't you go get it now?" He smiled, gave her pussy a few more pumps and then headed over to his travel bag.




Got S.M.I.L.F.? Ch. 02



While he was fishing though the bag, Trixie stopped grinding against Trixie's face long enough to ask if it hurt.

"It's okay. I've loosened you up a bit. It is going to hurt for a bit, but try and relax. Once he gets the head in, it'll get better. And when he's all the way in your hot little ass, it will light up your world! Now get on all fours and wait for it. I want to lie right here and watch as that thick meat splits you open and makes you squeal."

Brandy was getting more and more turned on by Trixie's dirty talk. She put her hands on the bed and stuck her ass up in the air as much as she could. Still on her back, Trixie scooted down a bit so she had a great view of the young girl's asshole. Dennis returned with a bottle of lubricant in one hand and his cock in the other. He rubbed a generous amount on his dong while straddling Trixie's waist.

"You know," mentioned Trixie, "if you kiss the door, it makes it easier to open." 

Dennis leaned over, and planted a kiss on Brandy's pink rosebud. He even teased it for a moment with his tongue. His dick was flopping all over Trixie's chest, so she simply pushed her tits together around it while he got his girlfriend's ass ready. 

"Oh, fuck! Trixie, do you know how good that feels?" He started pumping away between her tits while still tonguing Brandy's ass. It was fun for all, but it was time for the main event.

"Alright Dennis. Move into position, but take it slow."

"I know. I don't want to hurt her. But damn does she look fine!" He maneuvered himself until the bulbous head of his dick was touching her backdoor. Trixie reached around her narrow hips and pulled her ass apart for him. She couldn't help but compare it to a battleship trying to maneuver its way into an irrigation ditch: it would never work, but both were willing to try. Then Dennis applied a bit of pressure. Brandy grabbed a pillow and bit into it to avoid screaming. Trixie watched as the head crept forward and her ass began spreading to try and accommodate it. The poor girl was grunting into the pillow. Trixie sympathized, remembering her first anal encounter not long ago. But her discomfort now would be rewarded ten times over when he bunghole adjusted. 

It took almost two full minutes before the head of Dennis's dick finally passed all the way into Brandy's body. He stopped for a moment to let her body adjust. "God, this is so tight! It's like her ass is absorbing my dick!"

"Oooh!," moaned Brandy, pulling her face away from the pillow. "Oh fuck! Oh that's fuckin' fantastic!" Her ass was loosening its death grip, letting Dennis slide a little more of his meat into her rear end. Soon he was pumping away. He took it slow at first, but Brandy would have none of that. "C'mon boy," she uttered. Dennis would later tell Trixie that his girlfriend had an almost savage look on her normally angelic face. "Give it to me hard!" He stepped up the tempo, his balls slapping heavily against the lower part of her pussy. "Trixie, I want to eat you. I want your pussy in my mouth while I've got his big cock in my ass!" 

Trixie was impressed. This sweet young girl was turning into quite the little sex kitten right in front of her. "I've got a better idea." She got both Brandy and Dennis to raise their legs so she could slide out. Then she slid back in, but this time in a sixty-nine position with the young girl. Now they were face-to-crotch with one another while Brandy got drilled from behind. Both girls dove right in, licking and sucking for all they were worth. Brandy's game was a little off, but that was understandable. She had a whole lot of dick in a very small place, and it was bouncing her all over the place. Trixie reached down and played with the girl's tender little tits while devouring her pussy. Now just about every major erogenous zone was getting stimulated at the same time. Brandy stuck a couple of fingers from each hand in Trixie's box, spreading it wide open so she could stick her tongue in as far as possible. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Brandy's vocabulary seemed to have diminished for a moment, but she found the rest of her voice again. "Oh Trixie, you were right! It feels so fucking good! And everything else seems more turned on! Fuck me Dennis! Fuck your girlfriend's ass!"

Dennis had endured about as much as he could take. He sunk up to the hilt into her bottom and braced himself by putting his hands on her shoulders. "I'm fucking cumming! I'm going to cum so hard!" From her vantagepoint, Trixie could see the young man's member quiver and pulse, pumping his warm cum into her ass. It was one of the most exciting things she had ever seen. She intensified her oral pleasuring, and soon Brandy was at orgasm's door.

"Oh Trixie! I'm gonna . . . gonna . . ." The warm nectar that flowed onto Trixie's face was all the explanation she needed. Brandy must have been really excited, because Trixie was able to bring her to two consecutive orgasms in a matter of seconds by using her tongue and fingers. Having the cock in her ass had made her cunt especially sensitive. And not even Trixie herself was immune to the orgasm-monster, as it rampaged through her own body due in great part to Brandy's soft but determined tongue. Trixie couldn't think of anything to say, so she just buried her face in Brandy's still quivering box as her own body shivered and shook before finally coming to rest. 

They all stayed in that position for a minute, trying to catch their respective breaths. Eventually Dennis was able to slowly pull out of Brandy's now-tender rear. The three of them lay down side by side, and a great deal of tired but gentle fondling and kissing occurred. 

Trixie leaned over and kissed each of them as passionately as she could. "I'd like to thank you two for letting me be a part of this. I've really missed you guys."

"We've missed you to," said Brandy sleepily. "We'll come down again once we've got our school schedules down."

"You don't have to do that . . ."

"We might now have to," interrupted Dennis, "but we sure as heck want to. We may be a couple, but we both want to keep fucking you as long as you'll let us."

What a sweet sentiment, Trixie thought. In a kinky kind of way. They all got cleaned up and lay in the big, king-sized bed watching television. Trixie actually had to call her sister and tell her she was staying with some friends that evening. She had no idea if her sister suspected anything, but if she did then she didn't let on. Hell, Margaret had been trying to get her out of the house to go have some fun, so she didn't press the issue. 

The morning rolled around, and they said their good-byes. Both Brandy and Dennis had homework to do, and neither could afford the room for another night. Trixie naughtily asked if Dennis would mind getting her a free continental breakfast. He seemed confused until the two girls pulled his shorts down and gave him a good-morning-blowjob. It didn't take them long until they had him frosting the inside of Trixie's mouth. She didn't swallow right away, preferring to kiss Brandy and transferring some of Dennis's jizz to his girlfriend. They both downed their share of his spunk, gave each other another salty kiss, then headed to the car.

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Trixie was sitting in her sister's living room, bored out of her skull. Her friends had only been gone for a few hours and she was already missing them. Then the phone rang. It was the manager from Hooters, asking if she could come in. They must really be desperate to be calling on a Saturday. She hesitantly agreed, then had the distinct pleasure of asking to power her sister's car to go to the interview. Her sister found the whole thing highly amusing, but she was still supportive.

"Trixie, you need this. Something better will come along eventually. So maybe it isn't the most glamorous job in the world, but it would be all yours! This is the sort of thing you should've been doing in college."

That stung Trixie, even though she knew her sister hadn't meant it to.

Margaret realized her error. "I didn't mean . . ." She stopped to hug her sister. "I'm glad things are so amiable between you and Paul. He isn't a bad guy. But you gave up a lot just to be his wife. Go live a little. And good luck." Then here sister got one last dig in. "Should I call Mom? I'm sure she'd like to wish you luck."

"Don't you dare!" shouted Trixie. The two shared a laugh. "I don't think she's gotten over me getting divorced yet. Learning her oldest daughter might be working at Hooters would kill her."

She changed her clothes, borrowed Margaret's car and headed off to the interview. She was terrified. How do you interview for a job like that? She had put on a low-cut but tasteful blouse and a breezy, medium length shirt. She hoped it would impress the guy.

Trixie arrived at the restaurant and was greeted by the manager at the door. He was actually a fairly pleasant fellow. He gave her chest the inevitable cursory glance, but managed to remain professional for the rest of the interview. Apparently Candy hadn't been kidding when she talked about being understaffed. Bob, the manager, took a lot of the responsibility on his own shoulders, a trait Trixie found admirable. A lot of his waitresses who were also college students had told him they were going to have to cut back on their hours, but he hadn't started new hiring on time. He was scrambling to get some more girls, preferably full-timers. He admitted part-time employees were often appealing because the corporation didn't have to give them benefits, but Bob wanted people who could work a lot of hours right away. She felt herself relaxing a bit. At least he was honest, which made the idea of working for him more acceptable. It was almost weird when she realized she was actually taking this opportunity seriously. 

"But I think you made a mistake on your application. It has you listed as being thirty-seven."

"That's correct."

His jaw dropped. "How do you do it? My wife has been struggling to get her weight back down. It really doesn't bother me that much, but it means a lot to her. I mean, whatever you're doing makes you look like you're much younger."

Okay, he had now officially pushed all the right buttons to make her like him. They chatted about her diet and her aerobics routine. She had been neglectful of her workouts the past few weeks, but she figured her hectic job-hunting at least partially made up for it. Bob assured her that she wouldn't be gaining any weight around work. She would be way too busy. Then, he offered her a job. She was speechless. She really hadn't expected anything, but she was suddenly employed for the first time in her life. He would have her shadow Candy, whose recommendation had caught his eye in the first place. Candy had agreed to come in on Sunday afternoon, which normally wasn't busy for them until football season was in full swing again. They would work together all week, which would help get Trixie ready for the following weekend's rush. He got her a couple of uniforms and helped her fill out the new-employee paperwork.

When she showed up the next day, she was terrified all over again. It was more than the fact that she was a woman in her late thirties squeezed into a white shirt with a low neckline that was about two sizes too small and a pair of orange shorts that left nothing to the imagination. This was her first paying job, EVER! But Candy was as sweet as she was cute. She had Trixie follow her around for an hour before giving her tables of her own, and even then she was never far away. Luckily it was slow as Bob had indicated, and she managed to get through most of the day without a problem. And Candy imparted the greatest piece of advice she had to offer. "If they start to look unhappy, bend and jiggle." She had demonstrated by putting her elbows on the table and acted as if she were talking to someone while shifting her weight from foot to foot, causing her breasts to bounce a bit. Trixie had to acknowledge that it was effective. It got her heart racing a bit. She only had to try it once, but it seemed to work for her as well.

The two girls bonded well that first day. Candy was a student, but she was only going part-time that semester so she could save a bit of money. She was twenty-two years old and close to graduation, so she was trying to avoid going much deeper into debt by taking out more student loans. She was majoring in, of all things, computer science and she was getting a minor in business. She actually wanted to open her own little computer store, selling and repairing custom systems. Great. She was hot and smart. Trixie found herself slightly humbled again. Candy sensed something was bugging the older woman, and invited her out for drinks after their shift was over. Trixie agreed almost reluctantly. But their girls-night out was fun. They talked about their favorite shows (both girls had a thing for "The Sopranos"), their favorite music (Trixie liked country while Candy liked dance music and techno) and, of course, boys. Candy apparently had a boyfriend, but the two of them were on the outs. He had become increasingly controlling. He didn't like her going out with anyone, even her female friends, without him being there or giving his "permission." And she had caught him going through her purse recently. She didn't make nearly enough money to throw it away so he could by cigarettes. So she had put a mousetrap in her purse and left it where he would find it. That hadn't gone over very well with him. It had actually broken one of his fingers. She wasn't worried about him getting physical with her. He didn't have the balls, but he was sneaky. 

Trixie talked about her recent divorce and the events that led up to it. She wasn't quite ready to disclose the facts about her sexual escapades leading up to the split. It would take a lot more drinks to get that out of her. But Candy was almost in tears when Trixie was describing eighteen years of romantic limbo, and was furious when she heard about the complete lack of respect shown by her son. But like Trixie, she softened her view on Paul when she found out how he had reacted. To some degree, both he and Trixie had been in the same boat all that time, but only one of them had really noticed. The fact that he was willing to help her out earned him a little extra leeway. The two of them hung out well into the evening, chatting away. Eventually, Trixie did consume just enough alcohol that she gave some of the details of her erotic tryst with the soccer players and her ongoing adventures with Dennis and Brandy. Once her mouth started, it didn't stop. After the story was over, she felt mortified. Great, she thought to herself. Now she thinks I'm a complete slut. And maybe I am.

But it turned out to be difficult to read Candy's reaction. The girl wasn't singing her praises, but she didn't recoil in horror either. "So," she asked at last, "why did you do it? Really." Even slightly tipsy, Trixie realized her answer would be important to their blooming friendship.

"I just wanted to be noticed. I know that sounds horrible. I mean, Paul never abused me or treated me badly. But that was because somehow, in the last decade or so, he forgot I existed. And then I started to forget myself. I got up each day, fixed the same meal for the same two people, did a few chores, worked out, fixed dinner and went to bed. And that was my life for eighteen years. All of a sudden, people wanted me. They saw me as a woman rather than a part of the furniture or an arm-piece at company parties. I was desirable. I hadn't seen myself as desirable since high school. Yes, I felt a little guilty at first. But even feeling guilty was better than feeling nothing." She stopped her story to take a sip of her drink. "And I liked the sex. I do wish I broken things off with Paul first, but I didn't realize how much I wanted to until afterwards." She glanced over at Candy. "So, disgusted yet?"

"Disgusted? Nah. Maybe you could have handled it better. But then I think to myself, 'What must it have been like to lose eighteen years of my life?'"

"You know, I'm beginning to see it a little different. I didn't lose those years. I just didn't do much with them. And my life isn't over. It's just . . . living my life was just delayed a bit, and I'd kind of like to get around to experiencing it."

"That's the spirit!" Candy's good humor seemed to have returned. The two of them called a cab. Candy was dropped off first, but she gave Trixie a great big hug. Their breasts being mashed together got Trixie's heart going again, but it was just a friendly hug and then Candy went into her apartment. Trixie was breathing a bit heavily all the way home.

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The following week was actually a lot of fun. Trixie enjoyed the work, including the gratuitous flirting. It turned out that most of their customers didn't have any real expectations about getting a date with the waitresses. They just liked to play the teasing game, and Trixie found she was kind of good at it. She did the bend-over-and-jiggle maneuver that Candy had shown her and was friendly with all the customers however grouchy they might be. And she and Candy became better friends each and every day. Going out after work became a regular occurrence, though the amount of drinking decreased. But the amount of time Trixie spent staring at Candy's chest was increasing. Trixie did her best to make sure Candy didn't find out how attracted to the young woman she had become. 

A few weeks later, after the cab had dropped Candy off, Trixie returned to her sister's place to find she had received a tear-filled message that made no sense from her friend. Margaret had taken down the note just minutes earlier. When Trixie tried calling back, the line was busy. She borrowed her sister's car and drove back to Candy's apartment. She was very afraid for her friend, particularly when she found the front door open. Trixie walked in and noticed that all the furniture was gone. All the decorations were missing from the walls. The only thing left was the phone and a smashed up picture frame. Candy was sitting on the floor crying. 

"The son of a bitch sold all my stuff! He sold it for fifty fuckin' bucks! Even my computer!"

Trixie was looking around, and felt a rage building up. How shallow could someone be?!? " Did you call the cops?"

"Yeah," she sniffed. "Since there's no 'immediate threat,' they aren't going to be able to make it out right away. But," she was looking a Trixie with tears in her eyes, "what am I gonna do? Even if they get my stuff back, it's gonna take time! I've got nothing to wear! I've got nowhere to sleep!" She was weeping outright after that. Trixie knelt beside her and wrapped her arms around the poor girl's head, trying vainly to comfort her.

When the cops showed up, they took an inventory of everything that had been taken. Candy was trying to be careful to only report stuff that was actually hers, which was most of what she and her now ex-boyfriend had owned. The cops were incredibly patient, and told her they had seen this sort of thing before. They would put out an APB for the boyfriend for theft, knowing he would claim it was his stuff. But Candy was smart enough to have kept receipts, which her boyfriend had ignored because they weren't anything he could sell. She even had her warranty information for her computer and all of the identifying numbers for it. Luckily, her back-ups of all her information were tucked into a corner of the closet, so she hadn't lost all of her schoolwork, though she was going to need to get an extension on some projects in her current classes. The cops also said they would check at pawnshops, which is where most stuff like this was found when it was sold off in a hurry. They asked if she needed anything, knowing there wasn't much they could do for her. Trixie assured them she'd take care of her friend, and gave them her contact information just in case. While Candy was escorting them out, Trixie picked up the broken picture frame from the ground. The glass was broken, so she had to be careful handling it. The front of the picture was a slightly younger version of Candy and another girl. The girl was a strikingly beautiful blonde girl, and the two were giving each other the type of hug reserved for best friends. The back had the words "Love, Samantha" scrawled on it. 




Got S.M.I.L.F.? Ch. 02



"She was my best friend in high school," said Candy wandering up behind the startled Trixie, confirming the older woman's guess. "She and I were close. We still talk a lot on the phone. I think smashing up the picture and leaving the phone were that jackass's way of making a point."

"Why would he care that much about . . ." Trixie remembered that Candy's ex was the jealous type. "She wasn't just a 'friend' was she?"

Candy blushed, though it was hard to tell under the tears. "No. We fooled around a bit in our senior year. We taught each other a lot. I think he was always afraid that I would get tired of him and go back to her. But he was definitely threatened by her."

"Could you?" Trixie asked nervously. "Could you go back to her?"

Candy blew her nose unceremoniously on her shirt sleeved, then looked slightly grossed out by what she had done. "No. She and I agreed that after high school, the sexual part of it was over. She was never a threat to him, and he just never got that. Hell, she's married now! I was her maid of honor! She's my friend, but that's it."

"But someone as petty and insecure as him could never get that through his little brain."

"His brain wasn't the only thing that was little," Candy said snidely.

Trixie smiled. "There's my girl. Now get your purse."

"What? Where are we going?"

"Wal-Mart. Normally I hate the place, but they're the only store open. Now let's get this straight. I'm going to help you get some stuff for your immediate survival. You're going to object, but I'm going to do it anyway. You can pay me back somewhere down the road. I've got money put away and nothing to spend it on. I haven't spent a dime of what my ex-husband has sent, and I've got all my tips saved up for the last two weeks. Now let's go."

Candy sniffed again, but she seemed to have regained some of her composure. They got in Margaret's car and headed to the twenty-four hour consumer-fest known as Wal-Mart. Despite her dislike for the mega-corporation, they were able to get quite a lot for only a four hundred dollars. The first things they got were the essentials; food, clothing and a place to sleep. Candy was a college student, so ramen noodles, macaroni and cheese and generic cola were all acceptable. The younger girl regained some of her spunk, and they actually had fun trying to get as much stuff as they could for a meager budget. Clothing was more fun for Trixie than it was for Candy, because the older girl got to see what kind of underwear her friend wore. Apparently, Candy was big into thongs, even though many of them were cotton rather than lace. She called them her "lounging" clothes, making Trixie wish they hung out at the apartment more often. She liked sport's bras for comfort, but got some slinkier stuff as well. White seemed to be her color of choice for her underclothes. They bought her some cheap jeans, shorts and shirts, as well as socks and a couple pair of sensible shoes. They picked up some toiletries, a new shower curtain and bath mat, as well as some new towels. The most expensive purchase were three chairs which were made out of blocks of foam. Unfold them and they turned into a fairly comfortable sleeping surface, complete with their own pillows. A couple of sheets and blankets later, they had a suitable bed. They stuffed all their supplies into a car that really wasn't big enough to handle it, and somehow navigated their way back to Candy's apartment.

They put the groceries away, and Candy got the bed set up while Trixie got the bathroom into working order. She went into Candy's bedroom just as the girl was throwing the last blanket on. She was bent over, giving Trixie a good view of her ass. Not as perfect as Brandy's was, but gorgeous nonetheless. 

"Okay," the girl said. "I think everything's good to go." She had a look on her face as if something were troubling her. 

"What is it?"

"I hate to ask since you've already done so much, but could you stay here tonight? I really don't want to be alone."

Trixie's heart was beating hard against her chest, even though she knew this wasn't a proposition. Either way, she wasn't saying no to a friend in need. She called her sister and let her know what was going on. Margaret had been waiting by the phone, and when she heard what had happened, Trixie's dear sister offered whatever help she could. Trixie said that they had everything covered for the immediate future, but she would call her the next day if they thought of anything. When she returned to the bedroom, Candy was undressed for bed. She was wearing one of her new cotton thongs, which accentuated the delectable roundness of her ass, and a sports bra that did little to contain her enormous tits. Trixie swallowed, but discovered her mouth had dried up. She tried to control her breathing. She pulled off her shorts but left her shirt on, insisting that that was how she always slept. That was a blatant lie, as she had taken to sleeping in her skimpier lingerie since her night with the soccer players. But she was nervous about being so close to such a beautiful girl in that kind of state. She was becoming more aroused by Candy every day, but that wasn't the time, if there was ever going to BE a time, to risk doing something they might both regret. She turned off the lights and then got into bed as far away from Candy as possible. They spent about half an hour coming up with ways they could torture the poor girl's former boyfriend if they ever got the chance. As was often the case with those who had endured an emotionally exhausting day, Candy was the first to fall asleep. For Trixie, sleep was a while in arriving, as visions of large-breasted Hooters waitresses danced in her head.

The next two days saw a slight turn in luck for Candy. While the girl was at one of her classes, Trixie was hanging out at the apartment. The police called and told her that a number of items on Candy's list had turned up at one of the more reputable pawnshops in the area. While most of the stolen goods were fairly common finds in such establishments, computers weren't. The increased availability and low resale value made them relatively rare finds for dealers in used goods, except for a few places that specialized in electronics. The owner had suspected something was up, and had actually called the police the next day. Trixie wrote down the information with a song in her heart. If nothing else, getting that computer back would mean her friend hadn't lost her current class assignments.

When Candy got home, she was ecstatic to hear the news. Both girls had the day off from work, so Trixie again borrowed her sister's car and the two of them met the cops over at "Kwik Kash Pawn." The computer was indeed Candy's, as well as a cheap boom box, some music CDs, and Candy's couch. The last item was to be delivered by the owner, who felt horrible about his role in everything. Candy was more than willing to forgive him, and even bought a worn but comfortable recliner while she was there. And the police had more good news. The ex-boyfriend had been not only been arrested, but he had been caught red-handed trying to sell some of Candy's jewelry. The cops returned the items to her and had her come in to answer some questions. When the evening rolled around, both girls were in immensely better spirits. They decided to order pizza, get some beer and just vegetate.

After her third slice of pepperoni pizza, Candy proposed an idea to her older friend. "You know, I could REALLY use a roommate. Do YOU know anyone who might want to, oh say, move out her sister's house and live semi-on-her-own?"

"Hint much?" responded Trixie. She thought about it for a while. She had free rent where she was, but she always felt she was getting in the way. After a certain point in life, relatives were supposed to show up and visit, not move in. She was going to have to find another place eventually, if for no other reason than to avoid problems with her sister. Besides, one of the other things she had missed out on in her life was living in the crappy college apartment and having a roommate and learning how to scrape by on little money. As strange as it sounded even to her, she kind of wanted to have tried that. "Sure. That would work."

Candy yelped with delight and threw her arms around her friend. As their large breasts rubbed together, Trixie found herself wondering what she had just gotten herself into.

She didn't have much stuff, but they both had to work the next couple of days so it took a while to get it moved over. Her sister gave her their spare mattress until she was able to get her own, and she was able to find a frame at the same shop they had gotten the recliner from. The two girls decided to rent-to-own a new TV, VCR and DVD player, since they would be completely tapped financially if either of them tried to buy them outright. Soon, the apartment looked like a typical college hangout, where the electronics were nicer than the furniture. Having the television was nice, because Trixie was able to start watching her exercise tapes again. She wanted to get back into her workout routine, and Candy volunteered to join her. Exercising with a friend usually made things easier, but Candy pretty much wore her cotton thongs and sports bras when exercising. It was very difficult to concentrate on the workout for Trixie when she would turn to the side and see Candy's breasts thrust prominently in one direction or another, or when her well-defined ass was sticking up in the air.

One day, Trixie was sitting on the couch watching a movie when Trixie got back from school. They both had the evening off, so they needed to come up with a plan for the evening. Candy went and tossed her backpack into her room, changed into her lounging clothes and then curled up next to her friend on the sofa. She placed her pretty head on Trixie's shoulder before stealing the remote and turning off the set.

"Hey, I was watching that!" Despite her protest, Trixie didn't really care. She was staring down at Candy's tits again, marveling at how they strained that sports bra to its limit.

"Yeah well, I wanna talk."

"About what?"

"What we're gonna do tonight."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"You."

Trixie was noticeably taken aback. "Excuse me?"

Candy swung her leg over until she was straddling Trixie's lap. Those glorious tits were just inches away from the older woman's face. "I know you've been looking at me, and not in a 'just friends' kind of way. I know you wanted to make a move a while ago, but I bet you didn't because you didn't want to be 'taking advantage' of me when I was vulnerable. But the fact is, I've been checking you out since you walked into the restaurant with your friends. You're sexy, you're fun and, most importantly, you've been there whenever I needed you. I may not NEED you to be with me now, but I WANT it so bad it hurts." She leaned in and kissed Trixie on the forehead, then nibbled on her ear before sucking on her neck.

Trixie had been caught flatfooted. Even when she had sex with those young soccer players, or subsequently with Dennis and Brandy, she had initiated almost all of the scenarios. Now, she was being outright seduced, and she couldn't think of a single reason to resist.

"You know," said Candy, whose lips were working their way around Trixie's neck, "I haven't heard you tell me 'no' yet."

"Stop. Please. Please stop," she moaned with an obvious lack of sincerity. She reached her hands around and grabbed the smooth cheeks of Candy's ass, holding them tight. "I can't believe this is happening."

Candy pulled her sports bra off over her head and pressed her titanic breasts together on each side of Trixie's face. "Believe it now?" Her pillows were so soft and inviting. They drooped just a little, but not enough to take away from their awe inspiring beauty. She wrapped her lips around one areola, slowly sucking her lips in until they were latched on to her hard little nipple. "Ooh! Finally someone who knows what to do with those! I shouldn't be surprised. With a pair like yours, those little soccer players of yours must have gone nuts."

"I'm a good sized c-cup, but these things . . . Hell, they'd show up on a topographic map!"

"Thirty-six, double-d's, and they're all mine!" 

"They may be all yours (slurp), but I'm borrowing them for a while." Trixie was forced to break her suction when Candy started trying to tug her sweatshirt over her head. Underneath, she was wearing that same lacey, power-blue bra she had worn when she first fucked her young soccer friends. She was beginning to notice a pattern. 

"See, you've got a gorgeous set, and you know how to display them. If I had a body like yours, I'd show it off to everyone (moan)."

"First of all, your body is just as nice, and you have better skin and these tits are incredible. Secondly, if you play your cards right, you can have this body any time you want." The two girls smiled at each other. They knew they were going to have a fun night. Trixie slid her hand down to her own crotch and extended her thumb. She pushed Candy's thong aside and pushed on the girl's ass with her other hand until her moist, warm box slid onto the digit. Candy cooed with delight and started bouncing up and down on Trixie's thumb. Not only was this getting the young girl primed, Trixie got to see those massive melons bouncing just inches from her face. Candy stopped bouncing and just started grinding her hips and driving the invading thump deep into her sexual recesses. Trixie would give her a quick slap on the ass, causing her to grind harder and faster. "You are so sexy," she murmured, taking one of those delightful nipples in her mouth again.

Her sucking this time was cut short, much to her chagrin. Candy got off the couch and kneeled in front of Trixie. She pulled the older woman's sweat pants off slowly, kissing each part of her muscular legs as they came into view. Finally Trixie was just sitting there in her satiny bra and panties. "You are so beautiful," she said. She slowly pushed Trixie's knees apart, leaving the woman slightly spread-eagled on the couch. She reached her hand out until the palm rested just above the clitoral hood and the thumb was turned downward. She used her thumb to caress Trixie's slit through the panties, feeling the moisture seep through. She just stroked with her thumb and he older woman started trying to push against it. But every time she thrust, Candy's hand gave a little. This was about teasing.

"Oh, it's not fair!" Trixie moaned. "Please stick it inside me."

"Oh no. I've got other plans for you down there. First of all," she continued, removing her thumb and moving her head into position. She nuzzled Trixie's crotch, using her nose much as she had used her thumb. Then she licked a swathe right down the center of those panties.

"Oh please don't stop! Not ever!" Trixie was completely at the girl's mercy, and they both knew it. Candy started a series of fast, long licks against the moist fabric. It was driving Trixie wild to have the sexy woman's tongue so close to her privates but not quite touching. The teasing soon paid off as Trixie's first orgasm of the evening hit her like a freight train. She actually reached down and held the young woman's face hard against her crotch, though this move was met with little resistance. Her body was already getting sweaty, and her delicate bra was clinging to her more than it usually did. 

"And we're just getting started," said Candy. "But these things are in my way," she mentioned of Trixie's now-drenched panties. She slid them down the woman's legs. "Now what do I do with these? I know!" She took the panties and gently tucked them into Trixie's mouth.

Trixie found herself inhaling the aroma of her own cum-drenched panties, and discovered she wanted more. With the offending garment out of the way, Candy returned her attention to Trixie's pussy, licking up the residual girl-cum and then going diving for more. Candy massaged the outer lips of the older woman's pussy while her tongue explored its deeps. Trixie was taking mental notes the whole time, intending to return all these favors in spades.

Trixie removed the panties from her mouth. "Okay, it's my turn. Get your sweet ass up here!" Candy didn't have to be asked twice. She stood up, removed her own stained thong and stood on the couch with the entrance to her paradise just inches from Trixie's face. Trixie burrowed her face into Candy's crotch until most of her face was covering in juices. She teased the outer labia with her tongue, letting it dart back and forth. She took a few licks down the middle, then straightened here tongue as much as she could. She grabbed Candy's ass and forced her hard onto the older woman's face. Her straightened tongue penetrated Candy's opening, and the younger girl just started humping Trixie's face. Trixie grabbed two handfuls of ass, encouraging her friend. 

After a minute or so, Trixie started licking with her tongue a bit instead of just using it as a small dick. Candy was sweating like a racehorse, which just made her look that much more beautiful. Trixie inserted her index finger on her left hand into the young woman's dripping wet cunt and swirled it around for a bit. Then she poised the finger at Candy's back entrance. She looked up, awaiting approval from Candy. Not everyone went in for that sort of thing. Candy looked a bit apprehensive, but she nodded. Trixie slowly worked her finger into Candy's perfect rosebud, then pulled away slightly. This finger-fucking increased in tempo as the young woman relaxed and realized it didn't hurt at all. She even began to moan appreciatively. Then Trixie stuck two fingers in the girl's pussy and began pumping them in and out of Candy's front door. 

Candy was in all sorts of heaven. She was humping and gyrating so much that sometimes she forgot where she was going. Trixie's tongue returning to action by sucking on the inner lips and toying with the clitoral hood didn't help the young woman's situation. 

"Fuck! You have the most talented tongue I've ever had buried in me." Trixie actually blushed a bit at the compliment. She turned the fingers in Candy's pussy towards her and curled them, looking for that elusive spot. She explored for a while when Candy let out a particularly pleasant moan. Trixie started working that spot with a fervor and concentrated her tongue's activities on the girl's clit. Candy's beautiful body started to shiver and both her ass and pussy tightened up like vices. Trixie looked up and enjoyed the site of Candy's orgasm making her tits bounce and jump. Candy unloaded a torrent of girl-cum directly onto her lover's face. But Trixie kept stimulating as much as she could, and she managed to bring Candy to a second orgasm directly after the first. It took almost a full minute before Candy had recovered enough to speak.

"If I died tomorrow, I would still have a smile on my face." 

"I'm glad to have helped." Trixie reached for her sweat pants.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Candy huskily with lust dancing in her eyes. "I'm not done with you yet." She made sure her friend was comfortably seated on the couch and then scooted Trixie's body forward a bit and then spread the older girl's legs a bit. "Now don't move!"

Candy disappeared into the bedroom. When she reappeared, she had a big surprise for Trixie, with and emphasis on "big." She was wearing one of those strap-on dildos that she had seen in porn movies. It looked to be made of some relatively life-like, flesh colored material. It was ten inches long and thick as a soda can. She stared at it with a mixture of fear and blind lust.

"Are you going to try and fit that thing into me?" she asked almost unconsciously spreading her legs a bit wider. 

"I'm gonna do more than try," was the response. Candy had also brought a bottle of lubricant, which she applied generously to monster between her legs. She quickly moved between Trixie's legs and planted the massive head of the device at the entrance to the older woman's pussy. "But first, you have to tell me you want it!"




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Trixie was squirming on the couch, trying to get even just a little bit of the dong in between her pussy lips. "I want it," she said as she reached down and steadied the shaft, making sure it was pointed right where she wanted it to go. "I want you to put the whole fucking thing inside me. Fuck me until I cum and then fuck me again!"

"That's what I wanted to hear," purred Candy. The young woman began the initial push into Trixie's waiting box. Trixie felt her opening stretch to accommodate the intruder. Just when she thought it couldn't get any wider, somehow it managed. She was gasping and groaning and trying not to scream. She watched as more and more of it slid into her vagina. She saw how parted and swollen her mound was. Candy kept going until almost three-fourths of it were buried in the older woman's body. Then she started fucking her friend. Candy took it slow at first, letting Trixie become more used to the massive fake dick. Soon, Trixie wrapped her legs around the other girl's ass.

"So?" she asked. "Are you going to fuck me or what?" Candy just smiled in response, then upped the tempo ten-fold. The young woman's tits were bouncing wildly, so Trixie took them firmly in her hands and played with them while she was getting drilled. The young woman was like a jackhammer, sliding all ten inches inside her friend with uncanny speed. Trixie had never felt so filled in her life. Even the beautiful dicks possessed by her young soccer players hadn't filled her up like Candy's dong. After a few minutes, Candy got Trixie down on all fours on the floor, then started up the piston again from behind. She reached around Trixie's torso and grabbed the older woman's tits, using them for leverage. The slapping of skin on skin reverberated through the apartment. After several minutes of pounding in this position, Trixie felt an orgasm beginning. 

"I'm going to come! Harder!" Candy did as asked, fucking Trixie for all she was worth. As Trixie felt her pussy muscles vainly try and clamp down, she realized Candy wasn't slowing down. The young woman kept sliding that massive member in and out all the way through the orgasm. She fucked her to another orgasm within a few more minutes. Candy was moaning as well as the pressure exerting by the attachment on her own mound brought her close to her own release. Trixie heard a "click," and she found that Candy had twisted the phallus somehow so that it came loose, and the young girl had left it protruding almost obscenely from Trixie's box. Candy removed the harness, flipped Trixie over and then sat on the older woman's face. Trixie went to work instantly, lapping at the skin and lips presented to her. It didn't take long at all, as Candy was primed by the rubbing of her own strap-on, and soon she was cumming all over Trixie's face once again. After she was through, she slid down until she was lying on top of her lover, face to face. 

"You just made me feel better in our first time having sex than my shit ex-boyfriend did in our entire relationship."

"First time?"

It was Candy's turn to blush. "Unless you'd rather find something more traditional. I'd understand, but I'm glad I got to do this . . ."

Trixie cut her off by fondling her tits and kissing her. "I think I've had quite enough of 'traditional' in my life already. As long as we promise to be honest with each other . . ." she started and received an affirmative nod from Candy, "and as long as you think I'm sexy enough to grace your bed . . ."

"That," said Candy who was sliding the enormous dildo out of Trixie's body, "will be for a long, long time. And since we're being honest," she continued with a devilish grin on her face, "when do I get to meet these two young friends of yours? You know, the soccer player with the great body and the cheerleader with the perfect ass?"

Trixie smiled back. "I'll call them tomorrow. Maybe they'll have a free weekend soon. I'm sure you'll LOVE them. And I suspect they'll love you to. Especially these," she added, kissing both of Candy's colossal tits. "But I think we should go to bed for now."

"But I'm not sleepy," whined Candy.

"I said we should go to bed. I didn't say we should go to sleep." She reached down and picked up massive strap-on and its harness. She licked some of her own juices off the head, but knew she could never fit that in her mouth. "And you'll be needing this," she finished.

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The two of them had sex well into the morning. Candy was dead tired when she headed off to class. She gave Trixie a long kiss before leaving, and then the older woman snuggled back under the covers. She didn't have to be anywhere until that afternoon. When she did finally get up, she picked up the phone and called Brandy's cell. She had to tell her about the previous night.

Brandy picked up almost instantly. Apparently she was in her dorm room waiting for Dennis to drop by and take her to lunch. Her roommate was off at class, so she had been trying to study. But when Trixie started telling her about Candy and the night she had just had, the young girl's mind was as far from academia as it could possible go. Brandy was delighted for her older friend, but acknowledged being a little bit jealous.

"Don't worry sweetie. However good she may be, and she IS good, you will always be my first."

"I know. Just don't go forgetting about your lovers up her at the other college."

"Never!" A thought came to Trixie's mind. "Brandy honey, what are you wearing?"

"Trixie!" Brandy said giggling.

"C'mon, tell me."

"Well, I'm wearing denim shorts and a little white, baby-doll t-shirt. You know, the one with the heart on the front?"

"Oh I remember it. Listen, do you have a hands-free headset for that phone?"

"I'm using it right now."

"Good. Do me a favor and go sit on the bed. Okay?" She heard the cheap dorm mattress creak.

"Okay."

"You know, I think about you a lot. I think about how sexy you are. Do you want to be sexy for me?"

"Always!"

"Then unbutton your shorts, but don't take them off. When you've done that, slide your hand into your shorts and underneath those little panties you're wearing."

"How did you know I was wearing little panties?" Brandy said moaning. Apparently the young girl was getting ahead of the game. 

"Because you're a sexy, naughty little girl, and those types of girls wear sexy, naughty little underwear. You're fingering yourself aren't you?" Brandy moaned her affirmation. "What do you think about when you play with yourself. Tell me."

"Mmmh! I think about you and Dennis. I wish my fingers were his big cock or your tongue." Brandy was apparently enjoying their little phone sex game, because she began to moan louder into the phone. "Oh, that feels good. Not as good as when you're eating my pussy, but it still feels good!"

"Now take your other hand and run it up under your shirt. I'll bet you're not wearing a bra. With cute, perky little titties like yours, you shouldn't ever wear a bra." Brandy confirmed her friend's assumption. "Now play with your nipples while you finger-fuck yourself. Twist the nipples a little between your thumb and index finger." She heard satisfied little whimpers.

"That feels so good. I wish you were here. You could suck on my tits."

"But I'm not there, so you're going to have to make yourself cum for me. And be nice and loud. I want to hear everything. Take the finger out of your pussy and stick it in your tiny little asshole. Now put your thumb in your cunt. Now fuck both your holes at the same time, but don't stop playing with your tits."

The groaning became increasingly audible. "I'm close. I'm so close! I wish you and Dennis were both here right now. I want his big cock in my ass and your tongue in my pussy. I wish I could cum all over both of you!" There was a pause. "Oh shit! I think Dennis is here!"

"Don't stop! Tell him to come in and close the door, but don't stop playing with yourself." Trixie heard "Come in quick and close the door!" dimly in the background. 

"Oh God! Hi sweetie! Trixie's on the phone." This last was obviously directed at Dennis. "Oh God! Oh God! Trixie, it's happening!"

Trixie relished in the sounds of Brandy's orgasm as the girl struggled to continue her dialogue as pleasure shot through her. As the girl came down, Trixie started up again. "So, does Dennis have a hard-on yet? I'll be he does."

"Yes, it's huge! I can see it from here, straining against his shorts."

"Call him over to the bed. Then pull down his pants and suck his cock. I want you to suck his cock until he cums, and I want to hear all of it!" She heard Brandy call Dennis over. She heard the thwack of elastic being stretched and released, and she was willing to bet Dennis's shorts just hit the floor. "Put the microphone right next to your mouth so I can hear you sucking him." Soon, she heard the distinctive sound of slurping as spit bubbled out of the corners of Brandy's mouth as Dennis's staff thrust in and out of her mouth. Trixie had discarded her own clothes and was masturbating in a frenzied manner. "Play with his balls too. I want you to make him cum a bucket, and I want you to swallow it all." The sounds of slurping and the slapping of his heavy balls against Brandy's chin was mind-blowing, and she quickly brought herself to orgasm. Just as she started to recover from the ripples of pleasure running through her body, she heard "Oh fuck!" in a distinctly male voice in the background. Then she heard a "Hrmph" noise and the delicate sound of gagging. Dennis must have just shot his load into her mouth. "He just shot his juice into your cute little mouth, didn't he?" She heard a "Unh hunh!" "Good girl. Let me hear you swallow." An exaggerated "gulp" sound echoed over the phone. 

"All gone," Brandy said in her best 'little-girl' voice. "He tasted yummy!"

"I'll bet he did. Now you two go grab lunch, and figure out when you're going to come down and visit me. I really think you're going like my roommate. She's 'yummy' too!" 

"Okay. Miss you!"

"Miss you too, little one. Bye!"

"That girl is going to be the death of me," Trixie said to herself contentedly, then she headed to the shower and got cleaned up for work.

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Brandy got back to her a few days later and they arranged for a visit a week and a half later. Trixie passed on the news to Candy, just to make sure it was okay that her "little friends" were coming to visit. Candy agreed, albeit a tad reluctantly. 

"Listen, if you don't want to do anything, I don't mind them coming up for a normal visit. But from what you said yesterday . . ."

"Don't worry about it. If this girl's butt is half as fine as you say it is, I don't mind having a go at it. I'm just wondering if, once they're gone, little ol' me is going to be enough for you. You've developed quite an appetite, and . . ."

"If either of us is going to be worried about the other getting bored with them, it should be me. I'm an older model, and we both know it. I'm not as flashy as some of the new cars out there . . ."

"Yeah," interrupted Candy with a smile, "those new cars might be flashy, but that's all they are." She started kissing Trixie's neck. "Give me a classic Phantom Rolls-Royce any day. A classic beauty," she said as her lips moved closer to Trixie's bust-line, "with some real power under the hood." 

"Damn," said Trixie, who found her breathing increasingly labored. "We're going to be late for work aren't we?" 

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When the day came for the visit, Trixie and Candy were just hanging out on the sofa waiting for the young couple to arrive. They had been informed that they were all going dancing, which set just fine with Candy. Trixie hadn't gone dancing since before parachute pants were in fashion, so Candy had to help her find some party clothes. Trixie had shown a preference for power-blue as a color, so Candy used that as much as she could. She eventually came up with a pair of leather pants that had been died that color that laced all the way up both sides, exposing a fair amount of leg. The pants were also hip-huggers, barely rising Trixie's crotch. There was also a matching leather vest that laced up on the front and sides, and Trixie's cleavage was put prominently on display without being hampered by any bra. Breaking with the color scheme were the black leather boots and the black g-string. The strings of the latter item were pulled above the top of her pants, drawing attention to her ass. Candy was wearing black stretch pants with no underwear and knee-high light brown moccasins. She also had a light brown vest with fringes that was open at the front, and she wore a black satin bra underneath that was straining with all its might to contain her ample breasts. The two of them were trying hard to keep their hands off of each other, because once they started, they knew they wouldn't stop.

Finally, Dennis and Brandy arrived. Dennis had on white cargo shorts and a white shirt that was unbuttoned all the way to his pants, exposing his wonderful dark skin and lightly muscled abdomen. Brandy had decided to emphasis her best assets by wearing skin-tight purple butt-shorts that were pulled up so that the bottom of her butt cheeks hung out a bit. She was wearing a white shirt much like her boyfriend's. The only button that was actually in use fell directly between her tits, and she did not appear to be wearing a bra. Her hair was pulled up in a pair of pigtails, emphasizing her youthful appearance. Candy and Trixie were quite impressed by the young couple, and their sentiments were obviously reciprocated.

"Trixie, you weren't lying. She does have the cutest ass ever!" Brandy blushed and they all laughed, thankful the ice had been broken early. "So, shall we go?"

Trixie once again found herself in a situation she was unprepared for. They arrived at a club that Candy had recommended because, since it wasn't a bar, their young friends would be able to get it. There was a long line waiting to get in. As they passed the door to head towards the back of the line, the bouncers took one look at the four of them and then a second look at Brandy's ass and they were quickly ushered inside, much to the chagrin of those waiting in line. Inside, the lights were blasting, the music was pumping and Trixie realized that the idea of trying to dance with all these young people filled her with dread. She looked at the pulsating throng of human bodies, most in their late teens to late twenties, jumping and gyrating in ways completely unfamiliar to her. They found a table to act as their base of operations and ordered some water and soft drinks. It only took a minute before Dennis and Brandy were out on the floor and absorbed into the mob. Candy seemed to sense Trixie's trepidation.

"It's okay. No one is going to be judging your dancing skills out there. C'mon. Just do what I do and you'll be fine." Trixie reluctantly let her friend lead her out on the floor. Once they'd found a spot, Candy pressed her body against Trixie's and then slowly started to move. The older woman shadowed her friend's movements at first, slowly gaining confidence. Dennis and Brandy found their way over, and both of them joined in the impromptu dance lessons. The foursome quickly developed their own following as other young people watched them bump and grind all over the dance floor. Trixie didn't immediately see what the big deal was. Then she realized that her hands were actually cupping Brandy's butt cheeks as they rotated their hips in perfect harmony. Maybe that was the sort of thing that was getting peoples' attentions. Soon, others joined up with their little party, and Trixie had actually become confident enough to dance with people she didn't know, though she made sure Candy was okay with it. The younger woman just patted her on the ass and told her that she was the one who was going to be sleeping with her that night. Despite her assurance, Trixie kept her friend in sight at all times. She was told by every young man and some young women who she partnered up with that they thought she looked hot. At one point, she lost track of all her comrades and she began to panic a bit. Then she felt hands encircling her waist and large, warm breasts pressed against her back.

"Miss me?" whispered Candy in her ear before beginning to nibble on it.

"I thought you guys had gone off and left me."

"Afraid you were going to be ravished by all these young people who've been aching to get into your pants all night?" Trixie got spun around so she was face to face with a very sweaty Candy. "Well, I get first dibs on getting into your pants. Speaking of which, it's time to go." They hooked up with Brandy and Dennis and headed for the car. Trixie and Candy spent the trip back to the apartment making out in the back seat. Their activities got Dennis so aroused he was forced to whip out his meat and start to beat it. Brandy kept one hand on the wheel while reaching over and grabbing his rod with the other.

"Cool," she said. "I didn't know this car was a stick shift!" That elicited a series of moans from the crew. They pulled into the parking lot of Candy's apartment complex and rushed inside. Clothes were getting flung about like flotsam by a hurricane. Trixie found herself pushed onto the couch and surrounded by young naked people. It seemed to be an increasing trend in her life. 

"Okay," said Candy with a smile. "Just as we planned."

Trixie wondered what they were up to. The three of them were grinning as they spread her legs wide open. Then Brandy dived low, licking the bottom of Trixie's pussy and the area around her asshole. Candy moved in from the side and concentrated on the inner and outer lips. Dennis approached from the other side and concentrated on the clitoral area. Their heads were so closed together that Trixie couldn't see anything that was going on. But she sure could feel everything! There wasn't a single part of her nether region that wasn't being tongued, licked or sucked on. Dennis and Candy were holding her hips down, keeping her from gyrating. It was maddening for the older woman, so she started playing with her own breasts just to give her hands something to do. Since Candy had the slot to play with, she stuck her tongue into Trixie's box as far as she could and started wiggling it.

Trixie couldn't tell for the life of her how long it went on. Candy and Dennis both started playing with Trixie's tits, leaving the older woman with nothing to do but writhe in exquisite agony. When the first orgasm hit, not one of her young lovers left their post. They kept up their attentions as the pleasure in Trixie's body ebbed and flowed. The first orgasm seemed to last for a long time, and sexual aftershocks started rocking her body. She was definitely in the throes of a multiple-orgasmic experience. Her lovers kept her in that heightened state for an additional two climaxes before finally letting her come down. 

Trixie was absolutely exhausted. It was as if she had been in the gym for ten hours, exercising muscles she didn't even know she had. "I don't know what that was about," she gasped, "but thank you!"

"We just decided that since you've been so nice to all of us, especially me after my shit-ex-boyfriend did what he did, that we should be extra nice to you tonight. And tomorrow morning. And . . ."

"I get the idea," she murmured pleasurably. "But right now, I can't even move." An idea struck her. "But since we have all night, why don't you three entertain me." That suggestion was met with more smiles. "Dennis honey, why don't you come sit in mommy's lap. Good boy," she said. She scooted all the way back so he could sit between her legs. He leaned back so she could wrap her arms around him and run her hands over his sculpted abdomen. "Now Brandy, I got to hear you suck his big old cock last time. Now I want to see it." Brandy crawled her way over to Dennis, sticking her ass way up in the air as she went. Once in position, she let the crimson head of his member slide slowly past her beautiful lips. She kept on going, letting more and more of the shaft slide into her throat. By the time she stopped, six inches of it had disappeared. As his prick began pistoning her angelic face, Candy seemed mesmerized by the adorable ass that was sticking up in the air. 




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"Go ahead," said Trixie. "Touch it."

Candy grasped both of Brandy's ass cheeks with her hands. "They're so round and tight! Dennis, do you ever NOT have a hard-on when you're around this?" She quickly got on her back and maneuvered her head between Brandy's legs. The younger woman moaned around the thick meat in her mouth as the Hooters waitress went to work. But Candy refused to leave those perfect cheeks alone, and she groped the young woman's ass while eating her out. Eventually she released her grip in order to penetrate Brandy's ass with her middle finger. 

Trixie was amazed by the unadulterated lust being displayed. She was running her hands up and down the chest of a athletic eighteen-year-old boy who was getting blown by his girlfriend who, in turn, was getting her pussy licked by Trixie's lover. She placed a hand on Brandy's head, stroking her hair as she gave Dennis a hummer. Trixie lovingly nibbled on his ear and kissed his neck before whispering, "Do you trust me?"

"You know I do."

Trixie squeezed her arm between them, pushing her hand underneath his athletic ass, palm upward. She gently touched his asshole, making him jump. He knew what she planned to do and was obviously nervous, but he was going to trust Trixie not to do anything that made him really uncomfortable. After their first voyage into the realm of anal sex, Trixie had used her own sphincter in her masturbation session. While she did enjoy a dick or dildo up there, it only took a finger to help get the juices flowing, and a single finger really didn't provide any discomfort. So she inserted the tip of one of her fingers slowly into his ass and wiggled it a bit. Almost instantly, he seemed to be moaning louder and humping his girlfriend's face with more vigor. While feeling his nuts, Brandy's fingers encountered Trixie's, and her eyes widened in surprised. Apparently having her boyfriend getting his ass fingered was a bit of a turn on, because Brandy began taking more and more of his cock in her throat while grinding hardcore against Candy's face.

It only took a few minutes of this new arrangement before Dennis let everyone know how close he was to release. Brandy pulled her lips off his shaft, deciding to keep her open mouth about three inches away from the head. She was frantically pumping his shaft with both hands while Trixie's finger was exploring his backdoor. 

"That's it! I'm gonna blow!" When he lost his load, it shot out like a cannon. His sticky white-stuff shot into Brandy's mouth and splattered all over her face and hair. He must have been really excited, because his stuff kept coming in wave after wave. Before he was done, his cum was leaking out of Brandy's mouth and was dripping off her chin. Trixie pulled her finger out of Dennis's bottom and pushed him to the side. She leaned in and began licking his sweet stuff off of Brandy's face. Brandy had yet to swallow the cum in her mouth. 

"Don't swallow yet," Trixie encouraged her. "Wait until Candy makes you cum, then share some with her for being so nice to you." It didn't take long. Candy had a talent for oral sex. Much like with Dennis, the combination of anal play and oral attentions were too much, and soon Brandy's orgasm hit. Her body became tense and started quivering a bit. She was trying very hard to keep the white, creamy filling in her mouth from sliding down her throat. For that reason, she was mumbling rather than moaning. When the climax was over, Candy crawled out from under the younger girl and lay on her back. Her face was lightly coated with girl-cum, which just turned Trixie on some more. Brandy positioned her head directly over Candy's, and Candy in turn opened her mouth. The younger woman opened her mouth and Dennis's seed spilled out, cascading like a waterfall onto Candy's waiting lips. Candy licked up any of the stuff that didn't make it into her mouth before swallowing contentedly. Brandy had kept some for herself, which she also swallowed. 

"But she hasn't cum yet," pouted Brandy as she pointed at Candy. "We need to make her happy too!"

"You're right. Why don't you two play with her great big tits while I go get something."

Brandy and Dennis were more than happy to do as told. Each got on one side of the girl and began caressing, licking and sucking on those mammoth mounds. Soon, Trixie reappeared with the strap-on dildo that Candy had used on her the first time they made love. She was lubricating it up when Brandy got a good look at it.

"Good God! That thing will kill her!" she exclaimed. 

"No it won't. We've done this before."

"Can I try? Please?"

"Well, it is Candy's turn."

"I don't mind. Actually," Candy said, "I've got an idea." She pulled Brandy on top of her so that they were face to face and cunt to cunt. "Now we can take turns." Brandy pushed her body up with her arms so that Dennis could still access the waitress's tits, which Candy seemed to appreciate. With the enormous dildo nice and slick, Trixie positioned the massive head at the entrance to Candy's box. She heard her lover squeak as her wet pussy was suddenly filled to capacity by a plastic dong. Trixie pumped her a few times before preparing to enter Brandy's tight hole.

"This is going to be a bit uncomfortable at first . . ."

"Less good-natured advice, more fucking," interrupted Brandy.

Trixie grinned and began to push. When she had seen Dennis enter the young girl anally for the first time, it seemed like the act defied several natural laws. Trixie had much the same perception here. The cock looked impossibly large for such a tight little girl, but Brandy's pussy slowly stretched to accommodate the monster. Of course she had a look of almost animalistic lust, mixed with surprise, on her face. It took almost a full minute before Trixie stopped pushing. About eight inches had disappeared into Brandy's depths, and the older woman was afraid to go further. So she started fucking away, not going any deeper than on that first push. It didn't take long before Brandy was grunting and moaning like a madwoman. She and Candy were making out and grinding against each other so hard that Dennis had to stop his titillation of Candy's breasts. He sat next to them, stroking his meat. He was already getting hard again, which made Trixie feel better. She hated for anyone to be left out. 

Trixie drilled both girls for another ten minutes. She had a good tempo going as she pulled out of one girl and plunged into the other. Since Brandy was on top, Trixie began playfully slapping her perfect ass. When Dennis was fully erect again, he kneeled next to the two girl's heads. They smiled at each other before opening their mouths in "O" shapes. Just as Trixie was thrusting her fake dick into one girl then the other, Dennis did the same with his real-deal beef-stick and the girls' mouths. He and Trixie actually staggered their strokes. If one girl had a huge, fake dick in her pussy, then the other girl was sucking Dennis's root. 

After a while, Trixie stuck the dildo into Candy's box and just kept working that one girl's pleasure zone. Brandy didn't seem to mind, as she crawled off the girl so she could concentrate on sucking her boyfriend's shaft. Trixie rolled Candy over onto her knees so she could fuck her from behind. She even reached around and grabbed the girl's tits while drilling her. Trixie had heard that when you do a girl from behind, you are more likely to hit the g-spot. And with a cock as big as the one she was wearing, she would be hitting just about everything. Sure enough, it didn't take much more pounding before Candy was cumming all over the hardwood floor. And it was a doozy of an orgasm. The poor girl's body seemed to quake forever before her strength evaporated. But she didn't collapse on the floor. Oh no, Trixie's arms wouldn't allow it. She kept the younger girl's ass pointed skyward and kept going. She had been brought to four consecutive orgasms, and she wanted to give Candy more than one. And she did. Apparently, some part of the strap-on was rubbing right up against Candy's g-spot, as the girl was quickly brought to her second climax in as many minutes. 

While the muscles of her pussy clenched and quivered, the exhausted young woman couldn't put up any struggle to Trixie's attentions, even if she had wanted to. She just lay there with her butt in the air and her chest on the ground with a contented smile playing across her beautiful lips. Trixie kissed those lips ever so softly, and her kiss was returned. Both girls saw Brandy going to down on Dennis. Candy whispered something into Trixie's ear. Dennis was back on the couch with Brandy between his legs. Trixie eased in behind her and stuck the massive dong into her tight box once again. Brandy's eyes lit ups and the moaning that escaped from her cock-filled mouth gained in volume. 

As with Candy, Brandy's tender pussy could only take so much of the large invader, and the sweet young girl's vaginal muscles clenched down as she climaxed again. She was forced to let Dennis's member escape her lips as she let the ecstasy rampage through her body. After a minute had passed, so had the sensation.

Poor Dennis was left sitting there with his beautiful dick sticking straight up in the air. "I can't believe I'm trapped with three women this hot." He looked at Candy, specifically at her boobs. "Do you mind . . ." he started. Candy moved over to him and placed his rigid rod between her balloons and squeezed them together. Trixie could only imagine how good that must feel. Candy's tits were so warm and soft, and they almost completely engulfed his stick. At first she just jiggled them around the shaft, then he began pumping between those hefty sacks. Brandy was mesmerized by the appearance of the head of his dick between Candy's melons, and she took to licking it whenever it popped up. Trixie concentrated on the tits themselves, sucking on the nipples while the fleshy parts pleasured Dennis's penis. Dennis indicated that he was ready to shoot again. Brandy stopped licking entirely, waiting for the good stuff to come shooting out. And shoot it did. The head was still slight buried in Candy's tit flesh, but he jizz came rocketing out of her cleavage, splashing against the bottom of her chin as well as her neck. There wasn't as much as in his first load, but the young man was only human. Neither Trixie nor Brandy minded licking his sweet juice off Candy's neck or tits anyway. 

The four of them had been having sex in some form or another for almost two hours, and all of them were exhausted. They had almost instinctively paired off again, with Brandy sitting in Dennis's lap and Trixie resting her head on Candy's chest. It was a contented lull, with no real immediate need to make conversation. They watched a myriad of late-night info-mercials light up the television, promoting items for which there was no practical use. When they did start talking again, it was to insult the ineptitude of the actors on those programs. Dennis and Brandy went into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving the older two girls alone.

"So," muttered Trixie as Candy stroked her head, "was it good for you?"

"I see why you like them so much. And that girl's ass is so fine! Could we try cracking eggs on it in the morning?"

Trixie laughed. "Actually, eating breakfast off her naked body sounds kind of kinky! We could probably talk her into it. But let's put them in my old bedroom for tonight. While I enjoy their company, they need some 'being-a-couple' time."

"What about us?" 

Trixie wasn't quite prepared for that. "So, are we a couple? You wouldn't mind actually 'dating' someone almost twice your age?"

Candy sighed. "The age thing again. If you haven't figured out, no one cares. You're gorgeous! You're sweet!" This last item was emphasized with another kiss. "I realize you're not that far removed from a really long relationship, so if you want some more time, I'll understand."

Trixie was mulling it over in her head. "Actually, I lived in the same house with a man for eighteen years. I don't really think I had any relationship with him except a technical one." She grew silent for a moment. "I think I'd like to be in a relationship with someone who actually wants to be with me. But are you up for it? I mean, you've seen that I'm a bit insecure. I'm nervous about showing my age . . ." She was interrupted by a sweet kiss, " . . . and about finding myself a place in a world that passed me by eighteen years ago . . ." Another kiss. " . . . and about being able to keep you interested . . ." A longer kiss. Trixie was running out of complaints. She found herself blushing as she added, "Would you mind taking me to bed? I think I'd like you to make love to me some more."

Candy was smiling. "Now you're making sense." She pulled Trixie to her feet and led her back towards the bedroom. Trixie stopped, causing Candy to look confused. Trixie glanced back in the direction of the living room. "Ahem."

Candy chuckled. She went back into the room and picked up the discarded strap-on before ushering her girlfriend into the bedroom. Soon, the sounds of sex began leaking out from under the door. 

As Dennis and Brandy were crawling into the guest bed, the young woman swore she heard the now unmistakable sound of Trixie climaxing. Then she heard, "I told you that you were going to need that!"

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The End (In other words, no part 3 is planned)