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Working Girls

By: jack_straw



Jessie and Linda coolly eyed their latest catch with a practiced look as Tom made his way through the crowded bar to where they sat in a corner booth.

Tom was the cute new guy on the fifth floor of their company’s office that some of the girls had been talking about. One girl, in particular, had gone out with him a couple of times, and had reported that he was a quiet guy who carried a big stick. She had said this with a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face. That was all Jessie and Linda needed to know. As the well-known Tenth-Floor Tramps, they felt duty-bound to find out for themselves just how big a stick Tom carried.

Tom had been in the company’s Atlanta office for about six months. He was in his mid-30s, of average height and weight, with hair just beginning to go gray. He was originally from Florida and had been married once, but was now divorced with a child living with his ex-wife in Colorado. It had been an amiable divorce, but it had still left him hurt, so he had wanted to start off new in another state, somewhere closer to his aging parents and the rest of his family.

Thus, he had jumped at the opportunity to join this company and move to Atlanta. It meant he only saw his daughter once or twice a year, but that was something he’d have to live with. Maybe a few years down the road, after he’d mellowed a little bit, he could possibly move back and be more a part of his child’s life.

But for now, he was enjoying the single life in a large Southern city. Frankly, he was more comfortable in the South, dealing with Southern women. They were so much less demanding and so much less naïve about the ways and means of life and love. He’d had a strong, Southern-to-the-core mother and two sisters, one older, so he knew instinctively how to live with a Southern girl.

And Jessie and Linda were both thoroughly Southern girls, as Tom was beginning to learn. It was just after the end of the workday on a Friday in early spring, absolutely the best time of year in Georgia. The air was filled with the sight and smells of the azaleas and all of the other blooms that make spring in the South such a kaleidoscope for the senses. And, of course, with spring flowers comes spring fever, when the urge to merge rises uncontrollably in lovers of whatever persuasion.

So Jessie hadn’t been too shy about approaching Tom in the cafeteria one afternoon the previous week. They had become acquainted, then Jessie had introduced him to Linda a few days later. They had invited him to join them for a few after-work drinks at their preferred watering hole just around the corner from their building. Tom wasn’t sure what to expect, but he knew only fools turned down date invitations from the likes of Jessie and/or Linda, and his mama hadn’t raised a fool.

Tom may have been a quiet guy on the surface, but he could be a real party animal when the mood hit him, and right now he was definitely in the mood. His department had just sweated out a deadline on a major account, that if they had missed would have meant either working overtime that night or coming in the next day, both of which would bust the project’s budget. Since nobody wanted that, they had plunged themselves into the project and had gotten it done. So the adrenalin was still rushing, and Tom was ready to cut loose as he plopped down next to these two lovely ladies.

“Sorry I’m a little late,” he said. “We needed to wrap up the Greenbriar account today so we wouldn’t have to stay late or come back tomorrow. We did it, so now it’s party time.” As the waitress came, he ordered a Bud and bought a round for the girls. When everything was settled, Tom sat back and got to know his new friends.

Jessie Simmons was a country girl from North Carolina, but she was no innocent kid from the farm. She’d grown up just 50 miles from Charlotte and her daddy had plenty of money, so she knew her way around a city from a young age. She was tall, nearly 6 feet, with flaxen-colored hair that fell straight across her shoulders and down to her shoulder blades. She had laughing blue eyes, a narrow nose that was perfect for her perfect face. She had a slender build, with full hips, set off by a spectacular pair of tits, just a little on the full side of perfection. All of her life, she’d drawn male attention like a magnet, and she had used it to full advantage. She’d had her first sexual encounter as a freshman in high school, with a senior star on the football team, and had enjoyed a colorful sexual career in high school that included seducing a teacher once when she was a senior.

She’d continued right along in college, at NC State, pledging Chi-O, where she added women to her repertoire. After college, she’d worked in Raleigh for the state a couple of years before coming to Atlanta with this company when she was 26. Now nearly 29, she was a big girl with big appetites and a sassy attitude who would fuck practically anyone who asked, nor was she shy about asking herself. On this particular night, she wore a plain pink pastel suit with a matching light pink blouse. Her skirt stopped well short of her knees, and when she crossed her legs, one could not fail to see the pale pink garter straps that held her pink stockings.

Linda Moreau was also a country girl, but her country was Cajun country, from the heart of Acadiana. She’d also started her sexual career at a young age, when her brother popped her cherry at age 13. She had also started in with girls at a much younger age than Jessie. She and a girl friend had started having lesbian sex her senior year of high school as some kind of rebellion against the nuns at their school. She’d gone from there to LSU, where a party girl is always in her element, and went Tri-Delt.

She thought she’d found love with a business major from Shreveport, and they had married a year after graduation. But he’d turned abusive and possessive, and she had finally left him for good after five years, thankfully, with no kids. She had gone back to her hometown to live for a few years, then had come to Atlanta not long after she turned 30. Now 33, she was a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty with a dusky complexion, a little taller than average with a mass of black curly hair that framed her face as it tumbled past her shoulders. Today, she wore a floral print skirt that reached mid-calf and a dark blue sweater that enhanced a very nice bust.

Jessie and Linda had met when they had each arrived at this company at the same time. They became fast friends and lovers, because their interests were so similar. In the three years they’d worked there, they’d established a reputation as free-fucking party girls, taking on anyone in the company (or outside the company, for that matter) they set their sights on, male or female. They had been dubbed the Tenth-Floor Tramps after a memorable performance at the company’s Christmas party one year, when they took on all comers in a cum-filled orgy in one of the suites at the hotel where the party was being held.

Tom had heard rumors about some girls in the steno pool who would fuck anything that moved, and it quickly became apparent that the rumors were true where Jessie and Linda were concerned. Needless to say, everybody hit it off well, and after a couple of rounds of drinks, they decided to order dinner. Sometime over the course of their meal, Tom had moved in between the two women, and soon hands started to touch and legs began to rub against other legs. As the dishes were being removed, Linda, on Tom’s right, looked over at Tom if he had any plans for the night. “Because if you don’t, this would be a good night for a little ménage a trois,” Linda added.

Tom looked over at Linda for a few seconds, then at Jessie, who was also looking pointedly at him. Then he sat back and laughed heartily. “OK, ladies, I guess I’m yours,” he said. “Where do we go?”

The two working girls shared a house out in the northern suburbs, well out from downtown. Tom lived in an apartment in another part of town, but he had ridden the train, as he usually did, so he didn’t have a vehicle to worry about. After settling their bill, they piled into Linda’s car, a comfortable sedan, and headed for their house. Tom squeezed in the front seat between Linda and Jessie and off they went.

As they got onto the interstate, Jessie opened the glove box, fished around for a few seconds and produced a rolled doobie. They got a nice buzz going as they drove home. As soon as they finished, Jessie pulled Tom’s face over and kissed him deeply, then stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. She rolled her active tongue all around Tom’s equally active tongue as he kissed her back hard. Tom sucked his breath in hard as he felt Jessie hand slip up his thigh, to his swelling dick. Jessie squeezed the hardness under his slacks and rubbed her hand up and down the shaft.

“Hey, don’t use him up,” Linda said in a mock pout. “He’s got to save energy so he can fuck us all night.” In truth, Linda was finding it hard to concentrate on driving as her pussy began to throb at the prospect of sex. And it wasn’t helping matters that Tom’s left hand had found its way up her skirt, up her pantyhose-clad legs to her crotch. He flicked his fingers of the area covering her pussy, feeling the heat of her arousal. “Boy, you have a great touch,” Linda said as Tom kneaded her sex gently with his hand.

From the other side of the seat, Jessie gave a slight, “uh-huh,” as Tom worked his other hand up her left leg, past the garter belt to the sudden, delightful awareness that Jessie wasn’t wearing panties, and that her pussy was shaved smooth as a cue ball. Tom ran his hands between Jessie’s dewy petals, slid his middle finger into her cunt while strumming her clit with his thumb.

“Much more of that, and I’m going to cum right here,” Jessie said quickly. “And your problem is?” Tom asked merrily, as he continued roll his fingers around in both girls’ crotches. “Well, nothing, I guess, except that I want to draw this out a little bit,” she answered. “Makes the orgasm much more intense when you hold it back as long as you can. And I’ve been – we’ve been – looking forward to this for a while.”

Tom was agreeable, so he backed away, although it was hard. He could not believe his luck. He was apparently going to fuck, not one, but two stone beauties. “This definitely works,” he said with a chuckle. “We get the big project finished, on time and under budget, and I get to celebrate by living out every man’s best sex fantasy. What could be better?”

“You just wait,” said Linda with a coy smile and a wink. They finally reached their destination, a comfortable middle-class neighborhood of nice three or four-bedroom homes. They pulled into the driveway of a modest-sized ranch and entered through the garage door, which closed behind them.

The air was electric as the trio entered the house through the kitchen. After everyone had taken care of personal business, they entered the den. Tom laid his jacket over a chair, took off his shoes and sat down on the sofa, his slowly stiffening joint making tent of his slacks. This time, Linda sat on his right and Jessie on the left. Linda had taken off her shoes and her hose, while Jessie had removed her shoes and her jacket. This time, it was Linda’s turn to play tongue wars with their guest, as she and Tom necked furiously. Then Jessie got another turn, then it was back to Linda.

Abruptly, as if on a silent signal, both women stood up, and Jessie announced that it was time for the show. Tom had an inkling what that meant, and was pleased to know that he was right when the girls began kissing each other as eagerly as they had been kissing with them. Tom squeezed his rock-hard cock under his pants, fighting the urge to whip it out right then and there as he watched Jessie and Linda perform.

Linda ran her tongue down Jessie’s neck as she popped open the buttons on her blouse. When it was open, she pushed the blouse off Jessie’s chest and squeezed the large breasts that were encased in pink silk. Jessie let her blouse drop to the floor, which fell in a pink puddle. Linda cast a sideways glance at Tom before pulling the cup off Jessie’s left tit. She squeezed the lightly tanned flesh then lowered her head and began to kiss and lick the stiffening pink nipple. She took her time swiping her tongue over the hot flesh, then sucking the nipple into her mouth. She pulled the other breast out of its cup and administered to it in similar fashion.

Jessie closed her eyes and raised her head toward the ceiling as she felt her lover at her breast once again. As she sucked Jessie’s tits, Linda wrapped her hands around the backs of Jessie’s legs and worked the back of her skirt up until the material was bunched at the waist, then she gripped Jessie’s butt and began to caress the cheeks in a steady rhythm. After a few minutes, Linda reached back, unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Jessie stood swaying in the middle of the floor, essentially naked, her eyes closed and her mind seemingly focused on a melody only she could hear. But she came to with a start when Linda ran a hand between her legs and fingered the pink pussy that winked open wetly.

Linda only worked at the hole for a few seconds then stepped up and kissed her girlfriend hotly before backing away suddenly. She reached down and pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it aside. She shook out her voluminous curls as Jessie’s hands found her breasts, still covered by the blue silk bra. Linda reached back and unhooked the bra and added it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Linda’s tits weren’t as big as Jessie’s, but they stood out a little more and were capped with stiff brown nipples surrounded by large dark areoles. Jessie sighed as she licked and kissed Linda’s hard buds, giving her the same treatment she had received.

Jessie ran her hands down Linda’s sides to the skirt that still flowed down her legs. Linda quickly unbuttoned and dropped the dress to the floor, allowing Jessie access to her pussy, which was still covered by a pair of very wet, very transparent blue silk panties. Jessie ran her hands over Linda’s crotch, feeling the silky wetness between her legs before running her fingers under the panties to the dripping snatch underneath.

Tom was almost glassy-eyed as he watched the incredible display in front of him: two hot, sexy women rubbing their bodies together in wanton lust, their hands and mouths roaming all over their naked flesh. Jessie looked over at Tom and motioned for him to stand up and join them. He wrapped his arms around them both and kissed each in turn. Then they turned their attention to him. Off came his shirt and down went his pants, along with his socks. His 10-inch cock stood at full mast and poked out the hole in his boxer shorts. The girls each licked his nipples, then tongued their way down his chest before pushing him back onto the sofa. As he plopped down, they each took a side of his shorts and pulled them off, leaving him fully naked.

Both Jessie and Linda whistled in appreciation as they got their first good look at the length and girth of Tom’s tool. Their friend had been right; this guy did carry a big stick. But could he use it? They’d find out soon enough, but so far things were encouraging. 

Each girl had a grip on Tom’s cock, stroking it lightly as they crouched on either side of his legs. Linda took the first plunge, running her tongue over the shaft a couple of times before sinking the bulbous head past her lips and into her mouth. Tom drew in a sharp intake of breath as she sucked him deep into her throat, then she pulled back and began to work her mouth over his purple meat in several long slow strokes. Jessie came in from the left side, licking up the side of his cock then taking his tasty cock away from Linda and sticking it deep in her mouth. Jessie sucked him slowly until she had him completely imbedded in her throat, then she too began to work his cock with her mouth.

After a few minutes of this, Tom was getting close to shooting, but right then, as if sensing his approaching orgasm, the two girls backed off and licked their way up and down his cock with their tongues. Tom gritted his teeth as he acknowledged that he was in the company of pros, two women who truly loved sex and knew how to obtain maximum pleasure from it.

Linda crawled between Tom’s legs and took over sucking his cock, while Jessie climbed up on the sofa, straddled Tom’s head and lowered her bald, dripping cunt to his face. Tom grabbed Jessie’s butt eagerly, pulled the fragrant pussy to lips and began to eat it with relish, kissing her lips and running his tongue between them. Using his tongue like a small cock, he jabbed it into Jessie’s sweltering vagina, and Jessie howled as he fucked her expertly with his tongue. Linda, meanwhile, kept a steady rhythm with her mouth on his cock. Every so often, she’d pull her mouth off the hard stalk and carefully lick his balls, then resume sucking the fat cock in front of her. 

Jessie subtly moved her hips forward, pulling her pussy off Tom’s mouth and offering him her puckered asshole. Tom hesitated only long enough to hear Linda purr, “Go ahead and lick it. Jessie likes having her ass played with. And, guess what? She likes to get fucked in the ass, too.” “Oh, and you don’t,” Jessie panted as Tom ran his tongue over the tart brown flesh. Then she growled as Tom pulled her butt cheeks apart and licked and kissed Jessie’s asshole, occasionally sticking part of his middle finger up her rectum.

Watching the lewd display, Linda carefully pried Tom’s legs apart, then bent down and began to lick his anus. Tom gave a muffled moan of pleasure, so Linda eased a finger into his ass as she licked him, while softly stroking his purple boner. This was always a crucial test, she thought, and a lot of guys didn’t pass. After his ass was good and open, Linda stood up and put her face to Jessie’s butt and began to lick her asshole, while returned to her pussy. The two licked at Jessie’s crotch until she was almost ready to cum, then backed away.

Jessie howled in frustration, but also in lust. She was ready for the main event. The threesome quickly retired to the large master bedroom the two women shared. Jessie pulled off her bra, stockings and garter belt and padded completely naked into the room. Linda lay back on the bed, pulled her panties off and spread her legs to give Tom a clear view of her wet open sex. In contrast to Jessie’s smooth-shaven cunt, Linda’s bush was thick and dark. She kept it trimmed back a little bit to keep it from getting too unruly, and to better expose her thick, luscious pussy lips, which flopped open wetly to reveal a deep, hot pink hole and a large protruding clit.

Tom sat on the side of the bed as he watched Jessie zero in on Linda’s flaming pie. She dive right in and began to eat Linda out vigorously, added two fingers as she licked the trembling flesh. Then it was Tom’s turn, and he avidly ran his tongue over Linda’s dripping pussy and hard, throbbing clit. As he pressed his face to Linda’s cunt, Jessie moved around to where she could resume sucking Tom’s cock, then Linda pulled Jessie’s pussy to her mouth and the trip writhed and moaned in a true triangle of lust. Almost on cue, each of them moved their mouths and tongue’s to their partner’s ass and began to lick and finger the hot ass flesh in front of them.

All three were gasping and moaning as they climbed to a fever pitch of unbridled lust. Trembling with the approaching need to spew a humongous cum load, Tom sat up on shaky legs and crawled between Linda’s legs, while Jessie aimed his cock at the proffered pussy. Linda looked up at him with a glazed look and begged Tom to please fuck her hard. Tom did as he as bidden and plunged balls-deep into Linda’s buttery cunt.

Linda squealed and Tom gasped as his sudden thrust caught them both by surprise, then she let out a long groan as Tom pulled back and began to fuck her with slow steady strokes. Jessie reached between Tom’s legs from behind and cupped his balls as he pumped his cock back and forth in Linda’s pulsing pussy. Her other hand was busy twiddling her own twat and fingering her hot ass, waiting for her turn to be fulfilled. After a few minutes, she lay down next to Linda and kissed her girlfriend powerfully before climbing up to dangle her tits over Linda’s gasping mouth and whirling tongue. Tom took over the task of fingering Jessie’s steaming smooth crotch, which sat right at the level of his left hand. Moans, groans, pants and squeals of nervous laughter mixed with the constant liquid sound of Tom’s cock pumping in Linda’s gooey gash, filling the room with the sounds of lust.


Working Girls



I enjoy working late.

I am a transcriptionist, and can get more done when the hub-bub of a packed law office has quieted.

One thing though, this old office building is about as tightly insulated as a bridge, and creaks as badly as my forty-mumble year old knees.

I find myself getting up from my desk at least once an hour to see if somehow an earthquake hasn't hit, as my geology professor called it, the Laurentian Plateau.

Wow, talk about good distant memory, now what was it I had for lunch exactly?

Most of the time, I guess when a wind gust seems to shake the building and I go to the hallway to look around, there is this young, well about 30ish, brunette who seems to have the same worries I do about being buried under ancient cement and gargoyles.

We smile, nod, and never really say much except, "Oh, you too?" and laugh nervously.

That was until last week.

We both decided at the same time to head for the break area in the basement for coffee.

There is always fresh coffee, and the automatic machines are at cost, so it is really economical to spend breaks there.

She entered the elevator after calling out for me to hold it.

Breathless, she smiled meekly and finally turned to face the front of the car just as though it were full instead of just the two of us.

She wore a decent work day dress, low heels, and her perfume was Charly, probably the only scent she had ever tried. 

I knew she wasn't a young aspiring law clerk, they never even look at anyone but the assistants to the partners, junior or senior. 

She turned rather shyly, and introduced herself as Beth and asked me how long I had been working for and rattled off the endless list of partners to one of the oldest law firms in Christendom.

I smiled broadly at that recitation and replied that I had been with them for over 20 years.

I also finally told her my name, Juanita. Ok my dad had this perverse attraction to the Andy Griffith show on television and Barney Fife's telephone girlfriend, ok?

Now stop snickering.

I definitely don't look like a Juanita. Pale skin, tons of freckles and mousey brown hair.

I do, however, sport a fairly decent pair of marimbas if I do say so myself, and yes, I have what can be described as a Latin "botin".

She got her coffee and something from a machine before I did and moved to a corner table. I looked around, shrugged and juggling my coffee, sweet roll, jelly, napkins, knife, and so forth, looked over and raised my eyebrows to ask if she wanted company.

Her smile brightened and said loud enough, "Yes."

As I piled the tabletop with my plunder I asked how long she had been with the firm, etc.

I also said, "Except for those few words when the building shakes I was afraid you were too quiet."

Her reply was, "I better not be too quiet my last job was receptionist at...", and she rattled off another string of crusty old white men's names, half of whom have been dead since the turn of the last century.

I liked her wit.

She told me she was working as a temporary hire for a statistical research relative to a major business case for the firm. Sort of a hired brain to sort through the results of the computer generated data.

My head was swimming after the first mention of ratios and instances of occurrence.

Beth noticed and just said, "Yeah. I'm a nerd."

She disarmed me with that so I changed the topic to what usually gets most women talking non-stop. Men.

I started by saying I am divorced, no children and not interested in dating.

That last was a lie, of course.

And I did not explain the exact cause of my divorce after ten years, she did not ask, and that was a surprise in itself.

She explained her own attitude about dating, but did not specifically mention any men in her past. She just did not have time, but that was said with a downcast of her brilliant blue eyes.

Time for break was up, and being the ever efficient employee I am just said so, gathered the trash from the table and headed for the elevator.

Beth followed and once again faced the front of the car without another word until she said, "Maybe see you later, Juanita. Or most likely the next rafter rattling wind gust."

Almost droll, but with only a slight up-curl of her lip.

Of course the rest of the evening was like a scene from Moby Dick with the city becalmed though no one had any interest in taking to boats and rowing.

The next two nights were repeats of the first without the wind.

Almost on cue we both took break and lunch at the same time and just the two of us enjoyed getting to know each other more.

Even with the age gap I liked her, but was surprised on Friday night when she placed her hand on my wrist over the table and asked, "Do you have any plans for dinner tomorrow night?"

It nearly felt as though Beth were asking me on a date. I quickly put that thought out of my mind. She did not display the slightest hint of any gay tendencies, but still, a tiny knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I answered that I was free.

Free? Heck, I was emancipated, unfettered, entirely empty dance card.

We gathered our trash again and rode the elevator back to our floor.

She finalized the "date" by opening her Blackberry to add my address and phone number.

"Fine. Give me your address and I will pick you up at 7:30. I have a friend with a small bistro who can always find a table for me even on Saturday night.

"Actually more than a friend. We attended the Math and Science Academy and both had scholarships to the same college for undergraduate studies. I stayed the nerd, and she broke free, went to culinary school and the rest is history in a small way."

Beth's face was animated when she talked about the first information about her past.

"Nothing fancy. Wear something like your usual business dress, but something to show those foxy legs,"

With that she darted into her office and closed the door which locked behind her.

The rest of the night passed quickly. I really didn't give the exchange much thought. It is not all that uncommon for girlfriends to have a nice dinner out, even on Saturday night, right?

And I did feel Beth was becoming someone I could like even if she was temporary and I most likely would not keep in touch once she moved on.

Only the next day did I reflect on what the potential might be. 

Why hadn't I taken her numbers, why didn't I at least know how to contact her, to be able to beg off?

I could always greet her at the door in a bathrobe and chugging Nyquil. No, that happened to me once before, and I am so glad he did that to me.

No, I was going through with this. What harm? Dinner... couldn't hurt.

I took care with my clothes.

She said show my legs. I do have a forest green sheath which shows off my attributes fore and aft, so to speak.

I looked at my usual underwear and hunted down under the WalMart specials for satin rose colored matching panty and bra. I normally wear pantyhose, but found a new pair of nude thigh highs.

I do have a nice pair of ankle booties, but realize that I am not that fashionable, darn it.

Settled for black pumps, though a paprika sling back pair just called out for me to be daring.

I finished my makeup and found accessories just as the doorbell rang

Beth stood at the door wearing a cap sleeve silk dress.

She had draped what seemed to be a Spanish mantilla around her shoulders and wore large hoop earrings.

I looked at her and asked, "This is just dinner, isn't it? I mean..." and stammered to a halt.

Beth grinned warmly and remained quiet.

Her first words were, "Don't you look simply wonderful." and told me to grab my clutch and close the door behind me.

As we walked she was animated, much more so than on our breaks.

"You will love this bistro, intimate, great food, and a short walk to my apartment for after dinner drinks."

I hadn't felt this excited to be in the company of another woman in ages.

Appearing attentive, I rode the "Way-back Machine" to the last woman who had stirred me as Beth was now.

In college just everyone seemed to experiment with all sorts of things, drugs, light weed use for me, drinking, and sex.

The guys were all just blurred ghosts, even when I lost my virginity to that Teaching Assistant in the office of the chemistry lab. Forever after that I wondered if maybe I should have taken biology that semester, at least the staff might have known more about anatomy...and stamina.

The GLBT group was scary to say the least.

Burly what I came to know as "butch", mousy somewhat submissive girls, militants, you name it and they were very vocal and persistent.

As I was overly developed from eighth grade it was not uncommon for boys to stare at my chest, but when an especially gross and nasty "butch" leered and said, "Hey momma, I want to get lost in those tits." did I come to the realization that sex was involved in their agenda.

Naïve? Me?

Just then another student intervened and told the butch to back off or she would be picking up her teeth from the concrete.

The first, and only, time I had been fought over, and it was two women, in public to boot.

The other student, her name was Jennifer, spoke in a diluted British accent and just grabbed my arm and lead me away.

When we turned a corner I thanked her and tried to explain that grateful as I was, I am not gay.

Jennifer laughed and said, "I never thought you were. I would kick that girl's teeth out just to see her crawl on the ground. She, and her type give lesbians a bad face."

That accent, wow, sent chills places I didn't know I had!

To make a long story short, she seduced me. Big time seduced.

Inside an hour of protesting that I was not gay she had her face buried between my naked legs and ran her tongue for the first time up and down my soaked furrow.

Her lips glistened with my juices as she kissed me like I had never been kissed.

Her hands kneaded, and unlike boys, appreciated my breasts. Yes, didn't maul them. Though she may have felt she was. But she kissed the big mounds with fiery lips, licked the moist undersides and buried her face in the deep valley all the while her fingers twisting my nipples.

When she suckled my areola, she sighed, she moaned almost as much as I was doing.

She kept at my breasts for what may have been a full hour before kissing down my belly and once more lapping my flood of creamy honey.

I had been masturbating for more years than I could count, and had found that a combination of fingers in my pussy and rolling my clit gave me the greatest orgasms.

Jennifer knew this. It was as though she had read my mind and instead of rolling my clitoris between thumb and finger, rolled the tip of her tongue round and round, spilling her spit over the pink nubbin.

Two fingers pumped aggressively into my, oh god!, cunt. Again for the first time that word was not a filthy derisive put down, but a sexually charged realization of womanhood.

Then, most remarkably, she found my G-spot.

Oh, I had read about it, seen diagrams in medical books passed around among teenaged girls, but had thought it was just a nice fiction. Something for dirty books and bragging tales from "easy" girls.

I knew not every woman has a specific spot, or not everyone is stimulated in the same way. When no one had ever touched mine, I thought nothing of it.

Jennifer found it.

I went off like a 4th of July National Mall fireworks display.

Lights, shaking shivering butt thumping, bed rocking fucking real super O!

She did not stop there, though.

Oh Lord no!

Jennifer rolled me onto my tummy and told me to draw my knees up under my chest.

That jutted my big ass up and out.

My pussy was still spasming and contracting. I thought she was going to do me doggie with one of those strapon things all dykes own.

Wrong. Not just then anyway.

I felt her hands smooth over my upraised asscheeks, she slapped each, but playfully, not to cause pain. Not the first time someone, (read boy) had slapped my botin, but this felt good.

She also murmured about my sweet looking, ripe, pear shaped butt, not my fat ass.

Then I felt it.

At first a wave of hot breath around my puckered rosebud.

Second, the tip of her tongue, pointy, wet, stiff flicking the star.

Jennifer purred.

She tickled my wrinkle and burrowed into the too easily loosening ring.

Her tongue was a magic wand, squirmy, wriggling, intent flesh fucking me in a unique way.

I whimpered and rolled my ass, pushing back and forth on my knees.

My mouth open gasping for breath.

My vaginal orgasm barely finished and a new wave of contracting muscle tightening orgasm beginning in a most unusual place.

I didn't think. I reacted. I found out later I did speak, or mutter rather, "Fuck me, Oh fuck me, Jennifer."

I did find that I shot my legs out, laying flat on my belly and ground my big tits into her mattress. She didn't miss a tongue stroke though and I had another crashing Mother of All CUMS.

I hadn't even noticed when we entered a cab, nor the short ride to a quiet street of small shops, a closed bread devoted bakery, and in front of a subterranean restaurant with a painted sign announcing "Inspired by Paris and Lovers".

Now it was definitely looking like a date.

I hesitated before descending the three concrete steps to the sturdy wooden door.

Beth took my elbow and escorted me down the steps and through the door.

I felt rather like Alice falling into the rabbit hole.

I looked around the adequately lit dining room.

Couples predominated, though there was one table with a family just finishing a meal.

On further look, the couples were all, as with Noah, two by two, male and female.

The warning hackles on the back of my neck fell into place.

Or was it disappointment that made my shoulders sag a bit?

Wasn't I desirable?

Too old?

Just then the owner, a slim tall woman, about the same age as Beth, came from the kitchen and gave her the Gallic cheek kisses, and took my hands to perform the same greeting.

Beth animatedly told me that this was Kristina, owner, chef and bottle washer.

"I don't have to serve the tables at least," joked the woman with the checkered apron and wide smile.

"So, you're Juanita," were the next words from Kristina as she continued to hold my hands and bob her head first to the right then the left, almost conspicuously not looking at the cleavage my dress allowed to pop forth.

Hackle time again, but a somewhat mellower feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Apparently Beth had been talking with her friend about me, and not in any particularly ugly manner.

Kristina, herself seated us at a small table near the kitchen, somehow single and pairs of women get those, don't we?

While waiting for our drink order to be filled after the black clothed waitress had left the table Beth leaned forward and said conspiratorially, "I told you she had a table for me any time, not that it was exactly the best in the house."

I smiled broadly at her comment and relaxed once more.

The dinner menu was on a chalk board, but Beth said as she knew the place best, did I mind if she ordered for us.

I rejoined that I was well prepared to pay my share to which she replied, "Nothing of the kind. I want to treat you for being my sole link to sanity on the midnight shift," that with a clear sparkle in her eyes, or just the reflection of the twinkling candle.

I knew the bill would be at FOK rates, Friend of Kristina.

Dinner was fabulous, superbly roasted duck, salad Nicoise, and a marvelous pear poached in a fruity wine.

Sipping coffee after the dessert I looked into Beth's eyes and asked one simple question.

"When did you determine to seduce me, Beth?"

For the first time she was flustered, turned a bright shade of red even in the romantic alcove's candlelight.

"Honestly, I can't exactly say. I know you are not gay, Juanita, but well, there is the 'gaydar' that sometimes detects a tiny blip instead of a full beep," she chuckled.

Just then Kristina brought an artfully ribboned small white box and asked how we enjoyed the dinner.

"I have never had a better meal in my life!" I exclaimed.

Her long time friend still a bit taken aback by my question replied, "For an award winning chef I give it an adequate rating. Which means undoubtedly the best in the city."

"Well, I need the table, and you freeloaders had best be on your way," mock scowled the lanky chef.

Beth took a $100 bill from her wallet and pressed it into the hand of the waitress who was standing at her boss' elbow.

Again quick pecks on each cheek for Beth and I from Kristina. I picked up the ornamentally wrapped package from the table to follow Beth.

But to where?

Her place, only a short walk from the restaurant?

Or take a taxi home, alone?

Beth must have had the same question and stood at the top of the stairs waiting for a decision from me.

I saw an ache, but also a resolve in her face that she may have overstepped.

"I hope there's chocolate in this box," I said as I slipped my arm into the crook of her arm.

"I also hope it truly is a short walk to your apartment, Beth. These shoes are killing me."

Indeed it was a moderately short walk. One half block, two full, and a right turn to the vestibule of a four story brownstone.

I craned my neck and looked up the front, turned to Beth and sighed, "the top?" 

"Afraid so," was her reply.

Up the concrete steps to the entrance, she keyed the inner door and I drew my left foot up to remove my pump. I transferred the box and repeated the action with my right shoe and both hands full proceeded to the long climb.

Once inside I looked around.

I read, sure, what lonely woman doesn't? But mostly Harlequin romances and other supermarket smut.

Beth had shelves filled with what looked at a glance to be technical manuals, text books, and a stack of magazines, the top of which was "Popular Science".

Another shelf, however had more interesting books. A quick look at the book spines though showed that even the words, Gay, Lesbian, Homosexual leapt out they were for the main also relatively technical. Non-Fiction works from older texts, "The Feminine Mystic" and more recent books, "One in Every Ten".

"Told you I'm a nerd." The words startled me and I replaced a large picture book of various erotic paintings and sculptures.

"A very pretty one," was my slow reply.

You could cut the tension with an emery board until Beth offered me a seat on the sofa and asked if I wanted anything.

I smoothed my skirt and sat, knees closed and stockinged feet flat on the Persian rug which filled the center of her living room.

She had only taken off her mantilla, even to staying shod in her three inch heels.

"What goes with whatever was in that mysterious pastry box?" I asked.

"Probably champagne," Beth replied a bit more animated.

"So! It is chocolate! The ambrosia for lovers."

I knew my words made Beth relax.

"Now, Juanita, just who is seducing whom?"

She sat next to me, and tucked her feet under her rump, half turned toward me and one arm around the back of the sofa over my shoulders.

I swallowed two, maybe three times before I worked up the words to say, "Beth, I never realized what you had thought of me. Your 'gaydar' is probably accurate. Just a little beep."

I licked my lips and hadn't noticed that I had taken her near hand in both of mine. 

"I suppose it is an old story. I met and had a prolonged affair in college with a girl my age. It was fun, scary, wicked and incredibly erotic.

"Naturally I was no virgin when I met Jennifer, well maybe in that sense.

"She showed me how to be sensual, not just sexual. Everything, she did oral on me, me on her, she taught me how to enjoy a strapon. Enough that a few times I was relaxed enough to use one on her. She taught me kissing, I still try to draw into myself and kiss as she did when I am with a man I really am attracted to."




Working Girls



Beth's lips curled down at that last statement and I realized just what I had said.

I did not apologize but carried on.

"We lasted all of three months," I said with a wistful look in my eyes.

"She knew I was, am not, a lesbian. And I realized I was not about to fall into the LUG, lesbian until graduation, category. I could not lead her on, nor could she share, especially with men.

"It was a gradual separation. I dated as I would, she did too."

I think I saw Beth withdraw into her own thoughts as I recited that part of my sex life.

"There was one other affair," I said.

"In fact it helped wax the skis on my divorce. A neighbor, much more adventurous than I. 

Brief, incredibly intense, and doomed, of course."

I enjoyed how Beth squirmed.

Once more taking her hand, I lifted the fingers to my lips and kissed them before continuing.

"No. It was not the cause of my divorce. I don't think he ever knew about it, unless she mentioned it in her sleep." My lip curled at that comment.

"I didn't know about that until we had our very amicable split."

As I made my recitation, Beth had taken off her shoes and dropped them to the floor.

She also leaned forward and started to nibble my neck.

I, wanting to be a good guest, tilted my head and exposed the steady thumping pulse for her to feel how my heart rate had quickened if she had any doubts lingering that I more than wanted her to make love with me.

She also placed her hand under my right breast and not exactly cupped it nor squeezed. Not even a caress, but her hand almost felt as though it floated just outside the shiny green bodice of my dress.

I turned my head and lowered my face to seek her lips in wordless supplication.

I exhaled a long sighing moan.

My lips parted and her tongue fluttered into my moist mouth.

So that was why we didn't have any garlic with dinner.

All kidding aside, Beth was the second best kisser I have ever had the pleasure to, well, have the pleasure with.

I touched the silk covering her tummy, scratching the slick material with my moderately trimmed nails.

She purred.

Our initial kiss seemed to go on forever. Neither of us were tentative. Neither wishing to end our first melding of lips and exploring tongues.

Lips soft, yielding and demanding. First Beth, then I took the lead to gasp and take in air.

"Bed. My bed," breathed Beth.

But first she stood and removed my clothing. Unzipping my dress to let it fall to the floor. She rather enjoyed that she had to take the front and pull it away from my boobs and I shimmied to feel the skirt and waist drop over my big butt.

I was down to panties and bra and my legs clad in nude thigh highs.

Stopping with me only partially unclad, Beth reached behind and loosened her dress. She had to shrug and I tugged the short sleeves from her shoulders.

Her breasts did not exactly "tumble" free, but there was a pleasant upthrust once the dress dropped to her waist.

Also, her boyish hips allowed it to fall freely revealing an exquisite lace boicut black panty.

No hose. 

Now I felt antiquated. Her firm legs were bare as is the fashion.

We both stepped out of the puddles of cloth surrounding our ankles and taking her hand Beth lead me to her large bed.

Standing at the side of the queen sized four poster her hands swiftly undid my bra and she had her knees together as she swiveled downward, her thumbs drawing my sopping wet panties down my legs.

As she lowered her lips made contact with my fevered flesh.

Only a cursory nip to each breast and quick kisses at my sternum, the rippling tummy and resting over my mons.

Her kisses became rushed, hungry.

Her hands cupped my bare latin shaped "botin".

Her hot breath flowed ceaselessly over my swollen pouty labia.

She growled as her lips nibbled and sucked the flesh.

I know my "petals" open easily. I am not tight and firm down there.

In fact my inner lips sag a bit, overuse, I don't know?

Still she waggled her tongue and made the lips flap.

Her teeth grabbed one and she shook her head vigorously.

She bit, tugged and I thrust forward to rub my wet pussy against her cheeks and lips.

My knees crumpled against the side of her bed and I sat, then lay with my knees bent and Beth's head bobbing at my crotch.

I remember...remember...my then firm pussy had to be pressured to open half as much as I was then.

Now I was not only fully blossomed, but at least no less my juices flowed freely which Beth lapped and slurped lustily.

She nearly gurgled, her face sliding side to side, her hair flailing my inner thighs.

When she ducked her neck and extended her long tongue she slipped deeply into the quivering inner grotto.

I was not nearly as poetic as my recounting now.

In fact I was nearly screaming, "Eat me! Damn you suck my cream. Lick my hot pussy, you dyke!"

I ground and tugged at her hair. Thrusting and jamming my hot pussy against her accepting greedy mouth.

Her lips sealed around the entrance to my vulva.

She hoovered my rippling inner vulva.

Her tongue thrust, wiggled, tickled, curled, lapped, licked.

Then she looked up, pulled her face back.

Her cheeks, lips, nose and chin were glowing with the evidence of my lust.

She winked and using her thumbs expertly once more pulled the hood apart and darted her tongue quickly to flick the tip of my clit.

She licked slowly, her eyes closed as though savoring a tasty tidbit.

Then her lips closed over it and she sucked.

Sucked? She drew it tight, full.

Almost explosively tight.

Throbbing.

What is it about me that my "secret" of maximized clitoral climaxes are apparent to female lovers?

She suddenly released my pearl and lapped in long slurps through the loose puffy inner labia of my pussy and tickled once more the inner mouth of my vulva with her talented tongue.

My nyloned legs rubbed her arms, my legs splayed, my pelvis grinding and pumping up from my position at the edge of her bed.

Once more she rose to her full height. Her fingers slid into her boicut panties and I could see the lump of her fist as her hidden digits toyed with her excited pussy.

I pleaded, "Please. I want to taste you. I want to feel your cunt on my face. Your thighs clamped against my cheeks. I want you to give me your essence."

She only smirked as her hand curved and the expression on her face went through stages of displaying simple self pleasure to an open mouthed gasping to a wicked almost evil grin.

"Want to taste me do you? You want my juices, taste the freshness of my overheated cunt," she taunted?

"What else do you want?"

As she spoke she rubbed her pussy and then slithered out of her sticky black lace panties and exposed her smoothly shaved swollen but tight lips. They glistened with a sheen. 

Tight but clearly excited with a mature look. Part way between the close, firm and nearly virginal tightness of Jennifer and the full slack "well used" pussy of my paramour in my later experience with Sapphic lust.

Almost in a dream I felt her draw my stockings down my legs and off, dropping both at the side of the bed.

"Finally. Deliciously naked," she breathed the words. Her breasts full on her chest, her body taking on a strength. I could only tremble with desire as she preened in a conquering pose.

Beth picked up her wet panties and leaned over my body. She rubbed my full titties with the sodden crotch.

She nodded her head up to silently tell me to open my mouth before stuffing the wet panties into my face.

"Enjoy the taste, Juanita," her face was a picture of lust and the answer of who seduced whom was answered.

After stroking my cheek with the fingers of one hand Beth lowered her face and took a nipple between her teeth and bit.

Not hard, just enough to send a jolt of electricity from the tip, whirl around the areola, seemingly glide down all surfaces of the mound and gently course throughout my body.

I think it didn't get as far as my toes, I am not certain to this day.

My muffled reply was to shift my legs nervously, alright not nervous, but more anticipatory.

She did not fail to repeat the bite on the twin nubbin. I know that one got as far as my knees and tips of my ears.

The young brunette knelt on her legs at my side and began a long exploration of my big breasts.

Flicking the tip of her tongue one moment, then lapping the salty perspiration which had coated the upper valley of my widely parted mammaries.

She ignored my whimpering moans, my admonitions to please, please suckle, please take each stiffened peak and use them, abuse them, but please don't tease me.

Deaf ears. The woman simply would not listen and continued to slowly drive me nearly out of my mind with her cruel enjoyment of my overly developed boobs.

For my part, I chewed the panties stuffed in my mouth, swallowing and breathing through my nose.

Well. At least I understood why she didn't listen. I was a gagged insane woman in her bed for her amusement.

After torturing me for at least two hours, ok, probably no more than ten minutes, she shifted once more and scissored one leg over my thigh and nestled her wetness, her shaven slit and swollen labia, against my much furrier mound.

Beth arched her back and ground our pussies together.

Flesh to flesh.

Wet aromatic membranes sliding effortlessly against each other.

Her hands were not idle. Now, instead of her lips on my breasts, she ravished both with her close trimmed fingers.

Raking, scratching, drawing them until I felt the residual furrows imbedded in my skin.

She twisted my engorged nipples nearly in full circles then released them to let me feel the shooting ache of sensation returning in a quick rush.

For my part I ground, writhed, thrust up at her pussy.

The room filled with the unforgettable smells of pussy. Pussy swimming in the riparian flood of lubricating moist juices.

Beth's thrusting began in earnest.

Her eyes glazed over.

Her mouth slackened and she wailed as loudly as would have I but for the soaked piece of her underwear still in my mouth.

I know. I could have dislodged them at any time. But it was what she wanted for me. As long as there was the faintest trace of her taste from the panty I wanted to enjoy it combined with the mingled scent arising from our joined crotches.

She started a circular grind, wider, quicker, then and only then did I feel the tip of her clitoris tap, swirl around and batter my own swollen pearl.

Beth twisted her torso and with one hand plucked the panties from my mouth and lowered her open mouth and wetly kissed me.

No, not kissed.

She took possession of my mouth, my lips, she sucked my tongue into her face before thrusting her own fleshy muscle nearly to the back of my mouth and slapped her pussy into mine.

Succinctly, we came.

Together.

Blindingly orgasmed.

I have no words for the most sensational experience of my life, would you?

I felt bruised, thoroughly sated but needing more, much more.

I ached.

I tingled.

I felt a restless burning in the depths of my stomach saying I had to reciprocate. I had to give Beth some small measure of the sheer gut wrenching savage lust I had received.

Lying on her bed, catching my breath and eying her trim body I managed to say, "I know you have a strapon, Beth. Get it, now. And then kneel on the side of your bed."

I was not to be denied though she looked at me with a most quizzical eye.

She went to her dresser and extracted a tangle of straps and a leather shield with a round hole.

She also produced not one, but three thick dildoes of varying length and girth. All would fit snuggly through that hole though. One was purple and had a curve to the left, overall about 6 ½ inches in length. Another irrediscent red straight and a mouthwatering 8 inches. At least it made my mouth water, but I had other plans just then. The last was a full 9 inches with a curve which depending on how attached might be upward, or, more deliciously down. This was a shiny dark pinkish color, had the harness and attaching shield been flesh colored and not black might have almost made the device appear natural jutting from my loins. 

And I was prepared to step into the harness and dildo.

Beth knelt on the bed, her feet just hanging over the edge on all fours as I stood and donned her Sapphic "cock".

She looked over one shoulder as I fumbled with the straps and leg loops. Her face had a broad grin when she said, "you know it really is like riding a bicycle, Juanita."

I yanked the buckles tight and sternly slapped her upturned ass. Well, one crack deserves another, right?

The dildo I had chosen fitted into my sopping pussy and rubber nubbins on the base would rub my clitoris once I got into the proper rhythm.

I paused.

I looked at her open swollen cunt. Shiny with her juices. Fragrant pungency which sent additional ripples of arousal from my pussy to my tits and making my pale skin feel a rushing flush.

The throbbing in my temples must have simulated the throbbing of the cock I held in my fist and rubbed against the brunette's labia.

The curve was downward and I had to rise onto tiptoe to slip past her tight opening.

As I dropped to my feet flat on the carpet Beth let out a soft moan and she ground her ass urging me on.

She dropped her head to cradle her cheek on her forearms and gyrated her smooth ass almost in a full circle.

My eyes followed the slow impalement. I watched as her lips parted to the pink invader and listened to both her gasps of enjoyment and my own whispered cooing.

She arched her back just when about half the rubber cock had penetrated her just at the spot I had judged her spongy pad would be. This woman definitely had a G-spot and I had found it.

Jennifer had taught me the subtley of fucking with a strapon. Lessons learned long ago and though submerged, lessons well recalled.

I could be savage, thrusting relentlessly. Driving deep and hard. Slapping flesh to flesh as the latex attachment spread and filled.

I could be slow, inching in to savor the reaction as each centimeter of latex burrowed, rocked gently in and just as gently withdrew.

I could vary the thrusts with easy painstaking wetting the shaft and hard pummeling jabs.

Again, the question, who seduced whom?

Just then, as I felt my nipples go tighter on my heavy titties the brunette uttered, "Fuck me! I wanted you so much from the first time I saw your big boobs and your sensual ass. Pay me back for my cupidity! FUCK ME!"

And I felt this strange desire to slam her with the strapon. To rock and watch her labia follow the latex shaft out, out until curled back with another hard near brutal pumping thrust.

Beth was screaming. She urged me on and on. I brutally, in my mind, attacked her vulnerable pussy. Slammed deeply into her unresisting, in fact gaping and ready, cunt.

I looked between us, her upturned sweet ass jiggling and rocking side to side. My big tata's jumping and flopping, slapping my sweaty skin with each rough and somehow satisfying slide into my lovely, nerdy woman.

I had adjusted the curve of the plastic prick and knew it was massaging her g-spot, especially by the way Beth shrieked and stammered wordless sounds with each time the tip was about four and one half inches into her pussy. Her juices nearly spurted with each sharp thrust and withdrawal.

Pummeling into her with a lusty urgent will to satisfy her, to satisfy myself. 

To relive the youthful joyous lesbian lust of my time with Jennifer.

Not to bury my more orthodox sex life, but to rekindle the naïve experimentation of that far distant time.

A lifestyle which Beth had apparently never abandoned. But that was her life, her innate sexuality.

You realize this is reflection.

What went through my head and body at that point in time was simply to fuck this woman, this woman who had released a passion within me.

For her part, Beth slammed back, wriggled has ass and seemed to clutch the thick plastic penis. She tightened her muscles to grip and release the dildo. She rolled her pelvis and slithered forward and back to impale herself and also to press the rubber nubbins at the base behind the harness which ground into my pussy and massaged my throbbing clitoris.

And, do you know what? It felt good.

No guilt.

No simpering, "What am I doing? Am I crazy? Am I perverted?"

No.

It felt good.

It felt right.

No knot in the pit of my stomach.

No reflection on the fact that we were both of the same sex.

It felt good.

And it began to feel even better.

Beth babbled. She stiffened her legs and arched her back.

She ground her hips and drove the full length of the strapon deep into her vulva.

I felt vibrations. I felt stuttering thrusts transmitted through the latex and shooting from the rubber nubbins grinding into my vagina.

The woman screamed.

No, in fact it was me screaming.

Massive wave after wave of prickling cold chill and hot flash overwhelmed my body, overtook my mind and soul.

Beth was too screaming. Jerking wildly, stammering. Her body filled, but still rivers of her juices sluiced around the strapon and mingled with my own to pool on our legs.

Pungent. Musky with a textual scent. Suspended in the air. Washing us both.

Slowing.

I finally felt as though my bones had turned to rubber and I first leaned over Beth's back, then sank backward until the dildo extracted from her reddened and swollen pussy.

I fell to one side, my chest heaving.

Why had I given up smoking twenty years ago? I could have used a cigarette just then.

I felt Beth's squiggled half closed eyes on me and gathered her into my arm to snuggle as we both quivered sporadically in the afterglow.

I suppose she was becoming comfortable playing around because I felt the rubber cock bobble as she slapped it idly. She had drawn one bent leg up over my thigh and was kissing my right boob. 

For my part, I was simply enjoying the warmth of another human close to me. I embraced her in the crook of my arm and enjoyed her nibbling lips and nipping teeth as she drew closer to the large brown areola. Her tongue swabbed the tumescent nipple and moved just enough to suckle the circle.

Beth slowly disengaged and leaving a warm wet pool on my areola rose from bed and walked away out of the bedroom.

That gave me time to remove the harness and toss the still warm latex dildo onto the floor.

Beth returned dressed in a robe carrying a tray with the box from the restaurant, two flutes and a split of champagne.

"Oh? You always have champagne, or were you so sure of your seduction?" I asked in mock pique.

By this time I had at least wrapped a sheet around me and cleared a place on a side table for Beth to place the tray.

I sat on the bed and she sat on a small chair, poured the wine and asked me to open the white box.

Not since my eighth Christmas had I anticipated a package as much as that.

I fumbled with the ribbon, and kept the box between us. I wanted to see, but also wanted to share with Beth.

Inside were two of the most perfect strawberries I have ever seen, remarkable for the time of year, but even more remarkable was that instead of simply dipped in chocolate they were presented beautifully.

Both were stem side down, a cradle of white chocolate and a lace of chocolate which was a fragile cage in which the berries were almost suspended. At the top of the globelike dark chocolate was a delicate white rosette.

There was additional packing which even my ham handed antics while transporting the dessert could not materially damage.

"That woman is a genius." Were my only available words.

"I know," was my companion's reply.

Beth moved to sit next to me on the bed with the wine in both hands.

I maneuvered the first berry from the box and handed it to Beth as she passed the flute to me.




Working Girls



Taking the second confection from its transport I was not sure whether to toast my hostess with the fruit or the wine.

The slim brunette saved me by holding up the berry cage and saying simply, "To friendship."

I felt the fragile cage melt against my tongue and lips and bit into the sweetest berry I have ever tasted.

We nibbled and remained silent for the time it took to consume the confections and quietly sip the wine.

All the while I felt the confinement of the sheet around my bodacious tatas, but was it really that I wished Beth to rip the linen from me and take me as savagely as I had let loose my wild re-intiation into Sappho's world?

As though reading my mind she rose and undid the wrap of the side sheet to allow the material to loosen.

For my part I moved my arms and allowed it to drop to reveal the once, or perhaps still, erections of my long nipples.

Wordlessly, and the reason became apparent almost immediately, Beth kissed me and the sweet, tart, bubbly wine passed between our mouths.

There was no urgency in her kiss, only a soft almost mellow appeal for me to enjoy our closeness. 

I felt myself lie back and simply let my arms rest at my sides and Beth continued a series of delicious sensual kisses.

The woman was a sorceress. She wove a spell over me with her erotic mouth magic.

Slow lip tickles, flicking the corners of my mouth, lips softly pressing and then the pressure increasing only to recede to featherlike busses.

No one has ever kissed me like that, not ever.

I tried to give back to her, but I was lost in the passion coursing between us. 

My breasts ached for her kiss or caress, but she seemed content to kiss, to share herself with long lingering soulful mouth contact.

Her hand was at the back of my head, drawing us together, drawing us closer, almost allowing us to meld as one.

Somehow the sweetness of the chocolate and the berry combined with the sweetness of Beth's skillful kissing.

I tingled all over, actually, I was transported beyond any past mean lust I had ever felt and drawn into her enchantment. 

I became aware not only of her lips and fleetingly her tongue, but also an aura bonding us.

If I thought the dinner, the conversation earlier was a seduction I now had a new understanding of togetherness.

Earlier I, and Beth, had given in to raw sexual release, but now she was drawing me into a new world. One I had only glimpsed with Jennifer.

I have no idea if, or where we may go in the future, but it is my most fervent wish and desire to move into that other world. Possibly with Beth, hopefully with a partner as understanding and skilled as a mentor.

I would continue, but my memories of that night are a place solitary and entirely blissful.



Working Girls



My mom died during complications due to my childbirth. She was an American born Chinese. The woman who raised me, and who I knew as mom, was her best friend at the Ranch. My mom was religious which explains why I was born and she did not have an abortion. My adopted mom and my actual mom were both around their early twenties when I was born. I was raised with a dozen young women around the same age as my mom, who I knew as a child as my 'aunties'. I never met my real Dad. The man I thought was my father was actually the owner of the place where we all lived and where they worked. I was kept hidden from him for most of my life.

I was therefore schooled at home by my adoptive mom and my aunties. When I was around seven or eight, I finally learned what happened to my biological mom. Anyway, I'm just going to call her mom, since that is how I knew her for all of my life growing up.

My mom and my aunties had many men visitors and I only saw them as I was scooted off somewhere else to play.

I remember as at a very young child the whole sexual differences between a boy and a girl. That was when I realized I was different from mom and my aunties. Even now that I am eighteen when I'm all relaxed it is still tiny. It's barely an inch nestled between my tiny balls the size of a quarter. Although finally as I reached maturity, when it's erect, its reaches a four inches.

Oh yeah, when I finally turned 18 I started to realize that I had sexual feelings, I had started almost every night to oddly wet myself. I would wake up with sticky fluids on my tummy or my upper thighs. I didn't understand what those warm feelings were that I was having almost all day and why I had been wetting myself almost every night with what mom called nocturnal emissions.

I finally discovered masturbation and the need to do it often, and I realized what those nocturnal emissions were. I stopped having them once I took up fulltime masturbating on a daily basis. I mean I was surrounded by naked or semi-naked sexy women all the time. They all still treated me as if I was just still a child, and the fact that I had such a tiny bit dangling between my legs kept that child image in the minds. So, no one ever offered though God knows I wanted them to, and constantly fantasied about going down on them, or fucking them.

My mom's plan was that sometime soon now that I turned eighteen we would leave. She was getting on in years around her early thirties and thus the usual time for forced retirement age. The only reason she had stayed on as long as she did was the way she looked. She retained her youthful appearance, looking much younger then whatever age she actually was, and she was stunningly beautiful and desirable with her slender and nubile 34-20-36 figure.

I took after her in always looking younger than my actual age and in my shape. I had her hips and butt. When it came to my package I took after my actually Caucasian father who was I was told was not very well endowed. Oh well. You work with what you got. 

When we moved out, we could afford a used car, a used small tablet, which would also work as my phone and mom got a smart phone and a small studio apartment and it wasn't much but it was ours and we were together.

We had a little money saved up but not much. 

Mom's idea was for us to be working girls doing house cleaning. It was funny that when I wore jeans, cowboy boots and a blouse or tee shirt. I guess I could have passed for a boy if I cut my hair, stop painting my toes and fingernails, and stopped wearing makeup. But I preferred being who I was and so I looked and dressed as if I was a nubile young girl instead.

We moved into our new apartment and we were officially out of the 'Chicken Ranch'. We had a little spare cash but we needed to land a new source of income soon. Tonight our first night in our new place would be ours to celebrate. Right now, the apartment is very sparse; our queen size bed would serve as a couch, a whole bunch of pillows, a TV on a nightstand a small kitchen table and two chairs, three floor lamps, and a single dresser. All used furniture but it is ours.

After we returned with some groceries and our dinner consisting of a frozen pizza and a bottle of wine we survey our domain. Now neither of us ever really drank much alcohol, drinking was for the John's and not for the working girls. They needed to keep their head so they would be able to give good head. But we figured we deserved a treat.

"It's a start at least it's warm," mom says as she shuts the door. "Why don't we get comfortable and then eat."

"Sure." I'm glad to be away from there. Now mom no longer has to turn tricks for someone else for a living for that I'm grateful. We don't have enough to get separate apartments, nor could we afford even a one-bedroom place. So I went from not a lot of privacy to even less privacy and I've started needing some alone time. I've got urges and needs, and I can feel them often. Like right now. I'm kind of horny.

God I want to get out of these clothes so bad and play with myself. As for getting naked, I didn't need to be told more than once and I had quickly shucked my boots, jeans, and tee shirt, I put the boots back on and now I'm just wearing my simple small black cotton girl thong which easily kept my balls and penis covered without revealing I had them. I had removed the bra.

"I'll pour us some wine while and then strip down as well. Put your clothes in the dresser."

"Okay mom, I love you." I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I feel her soft comforting warmth. My hips press into her hips and I feel a tingling in my crotch. I kiss her on the cheek and then let go. I notice how good she looks in her cowboy boots, black leggings, and sweatshirt. I could spot the impression of the string thong on her under the leggings. Damn. She looks hot. They were foolish to force her to retire I'm sure plenty of men would still be interested in her hot body. I know I am. That's how horny I am. I'm looking at my own mom and checking her out.

I spot my mom looking at me looking at her and she bites her lower lip and then smiles reassuringly.

"Here let me give you my clothes, " she tosses off her sweatshirt and reveals a pretty lavender bra, then off she steps out of the boot, slips out of the leggings to reveal a matching lavender tiny lace thong, a simple triangle in front with just strings that slipped between her ass cheeks and went around her hips. She handed me her clothes. "Why don't you get our house slippers rather than the boots," she says with a wave and a kiss that she blows at me.

I put away our clothes and got our house slippers, they were our favorite pair of heels, four-inch plastic platform shoes with a six-inch heel, both backless mules. Mine had red band across the toes, with a red sole and her's was lavender. I really was beginning to feel the need to jack off. But I suppressed the urge and just put our clothes away rather than make an excuse to go take a shower or something so I could jack off in the bathroom.

"You look so beautiful," Mom says in her soft familiar voice as I hand her heels and she hands me my glass of wine. She had already started sipping some of hers.

That's when I noticed that she was very beautiful and very desirable as well. We weren't wearing any makeup but she just had a natural glow and her small face with green almond eyes, long lashes, black straight hair that hangs down to just above the top of her round butt. She has delicate hands and feet, like my own. Her small round perky breasts, the size of half of an average lemon with her erect nipples rise showing under the lace of the bra, there is a slight rise to her tummy, she's no longer as flat and firm as she use to be.

I know that she has the softness and roundness of maturity and on her its looks so damn good. But to someone who had never seen her she looks like a barely late teen just getting her tits and ass. I know she has no pubic hair, just a slender slit hiding the warm place between her legs.

"Why don't we you eat and then, " She's been drinking and she seems a bit flushed which might explain why she is unconsciously playing with one of her breasts through the fabric of the bra. "We need to talk about some things." She winks at me suspiciously. "But first we eat and drink, we both don't like cold Chinese food."

Does she really think that now she can give me a talk about sex after we eat? This will be awkward. She looks good with the flushed look as she pours herself another glass of wine and I down my own and get another as well. At this rate, we will finish the bottle between us. We polish off the food, clean up, and end up on our last glass of wine. We did finish up the bottle. 

I think we both might be a bit inebriated. 

We sit on the floor facing each other; she gets into a lotus position, a bit less gracefully than she usually does. I notice that I can see her pussy behind the small triangle of lace lavender that is the front of her thong; the lotus position puts it on display.

I match her and end up sitting in a lotus position as well with my bare knees touching hers. I spot her look at my crotch and I can feel my balls stir and my little penis waking up though still hidden under the black cotton thong. 

She spots me looking at her exposed crotch and she bites her lip as she thinks, and then she brings her hands to hide her exposed triangle, it is as if feeling her hands between her thighs has set off another chain of thoughts as she continues to bite her lower lip trying to decide on which feels to go with.

"I know by now you have urges and its okay"

Her hands that are hiding her sex start to move as they are brought up against her body. Damn! But did I imagine that there was a growing bit of a wet spot there?

She continues to speak even as her hands slowly and deliberately move against her sex. "I mean to say, I've seen plenty of erect male penises and seeing yours won't do me in, we will be living in this tiny place so I know that you have been doing it for some time, so I want you to know it's okay that you masturbate."

I take a deep breath and try to calm down and take this all in. I out of some instinct bring my hands to cover my crotch as well. I can feel my penis getting hotter and harder.

"Just relax, its okay," she says as she runs her fingers along mine. 

"Ahhh...you knew about me doing it?"

"Of course. A young man like you surrounded by sexy semi clad women all the time of course you had to 'do it'. I imagine you did it on a regular basis, am I right?' I see that one hand's fingers are moving in front of her covered sex while she tries to hide that with the other, as she talks.

I start to run a few fingers along the covered length of my penis. "You're right. I did have to masturbate often."

"I thought so. It's perfectly natural. So feel free to do it here. I've seen plenty of sexual activity and done a lot of it in my time." She giggles. "So when the urge strikes go ahead and scratch that itch."

I'm all turned on with all this talk about masturbating and my penis is now fully erect and my mom can see me like this! Oh God I'm nervous, ashamed and aroused, all at the same time.

"You have such a nice looking body," mom says checking me out.

I blush.

"You're just saying that to be nice. I'm so...so small."

"You are just right. Can I tell you a secret?"

"Ah, sure."

"All my favorite toys," my mom says while leaning over and letting her hand just float along the length of my erection. Her fingers walk along it from the base to the tip. So tantalizingly close but never touching it. "they are all a match for the length and width of your manhood that you are displaying."

I blush even more as my penis feels even harder and hotter.

"You know," mom says as she seems to blush as well, "for some reason I feel very warm. Is the heat on high in here?"

"No. Not really."

"Well I just feel hot and slightly overdressed. Would it be okay if I slipped out of my bra? For some reason it just doesn't feel comfortable wearing one at the moment."

She undoes the bra and reveals those perky breasts. She is so ripe and firm she doesn't really need a bra, those breasts don't sag. She is a sexy sight, looking the part in some porn file of a young nubile naked Asian princess on display with her perky little breasts with her erect nipples.

"Now that we had the sex talk," Mom says, "we need to discuss our future. We need to offer our services to our clients. I figure we could get jobs as a mother and daughter team cleaning their offices or homes, but there are so many others offering their services I haven't landed it us any yet."

"That's because we are just one of many we need something unique and different to offer, a different angle, a competitive edge that makes us unique." I say trying to think of something. That it hits me. Its right in front of it and it's begging to be noticed. I swallow the last of my wine. Mom's glass is empty as well.

"I agree with the uniqueness," Mom says "all I could come up with is a mother and daughter team or mother and cross dressing son. But that is as far as I could get. Do you have any better ideas?"

"Well..." I feel a heat in my balls and my dick is feeling even hotter as I think of what we could do. I hope she goes for this, I think it would be hot. "I think our best bet is to play to our strong suit, what we have and are willing to do that others might not want to do. The mother and daughter idea is a good one. But I think our uniqueness could be in what we are willing to wear." Or not wear...she looks so good and she is so hot looking with her youthful small tits and that soft butt of hers I know she's my mom and all but damn it she is so sexy.

"What would or could we wear that would make us a hot item. We are on a budget and can't really afford any fancy uniforms, if you were thinking of those sexy French maid outfits for the two of us."

"No. We need to work with what we have, so I was thinking it is simple. We wear our high heels to work. 'Have heels will travel'."

"Catchy line, but what else might we be wearing?" 

Mom has been trying to hide the fact that she hasn't noticed my hard on, but I spot her glance at it. I've always kept my masturbation and my hard dick under control and hidden when we lived there. This is the first time she's ever seen me like this. She's never seen me so big. She's fidgeting and I notice she's place her hands between her legs.

"Oh, so will be going with the mother and daughter team idea, start buying the same undies to go with our similar heels?" She asks.

"To start with I was thinking of saying I was your gay son, that covers a multitude of sins so to speak." That would explain my attributes that would be on display. They may be small but I'm definitely male. "

"Yeah, the gay bit would explain the wearing of the high heels. Okay we would be billed as a mother and son act."

"Hell, mom we could call ourselves sister and brother if we wanted. You can easily pass for my sister almost easier than as my mom."

She blushes, almost from head to naked toes. The flushed look to her bare skin gives her a sexy glow. Damn...she is hot! God help me I got the hots for my mom.

"Okay, as you say, brother and sister act. But we don't have anything else fancy, what else do you have in mind?"

"As for our 'uniforms' well I think we will be able to afford them. We can start with what we have on hand." Did I just repeat myself? I think 

I'm a bit tipsy or just flat our drunk.

I'm staying turned on thinking of this. I hope she will agree. Considering that she's made a living out of selling her body before, this should be a piece of cake. "You see we are not only offering our hard working expertise in cleaning, we are also selling eye candy as well?"

"Oh really? We're just showing off for our employers?"

"Yes." I notice that her small hands are not still, as they rest between her legs. She trying to be subtle but I spot some of her fingers softly and slowly moving. I imagine what they are playing with. "I think we can get hired if we were willing to show off, as in work naked or nearly so." 

There I said it. Her eyebrows raised and she has a slight twinkle to her eyes. I think she was figuring out where this was going.

"Your saying we should offer to clean people's house wearing nothing but our high heels. Work naked? Is that it?"

"Yes that is what I was thinking. Well?"

"Hmmmmm..." 

Her fingers are moving a bit less subtly now. Is she moaning, thinking, or both?

"That does sound—unique. It could be fun, hell; I've done a lot more with all those Johns over the years. Sure, naked cleaning service, I'm...ahhhhh...in."

I noticed that her thong fabric had moved a bit and so did her hands and fingers. I think she is literally 'in'. 

"God it is hot in here," Mom says. "Oh hell, if we are going to be willing to be naked for our clients, then we should get used to it. I just feel awkward and uncomfortable wearing even a thong at the moment, so how about we get naked?"

"Oh sure mom. I'll be up for that," I might be literally up since my dick has been waking up.

I watch as mom stands up, shucks off her thong to reveal her shaved pussy, her little bright pink lips are poking out between her slit, and they look slick and moist.

"There, that's better. Now it's your turn off with the panty my hot little 'brother'."

I laugh to cover up my excitement as I take off my thong as well. I kick it across the room, my balls hang low, for me anyway, my penis is semi-hard, and I can see it is about 2 or 3 inches now.

"Well, well, well, my little boy has grown I see."

"Ah yes. We should get back to planning our new career, right?"

"Right," she settles back into the lotus position and now her naked pussy is really on display.

I get into the lotus position as well and my piece just lays out for her to see.

"I'm thinking," she says as she brings her hands in front of her pussy again and they wiggle into position, "We should offer a sliding scale," As her hands sink closer to her sex, "Yes a sliding scale...yesss...that works." 

I think mom is jilling herself in front of me!

I try not to stare, though I want to. I think she is getting into this, in more ways than one.

"What do you mean?" I can't help myself and my hand finds my warm stiff member.

"Mmmm...well we could start at a base rate where we wear thong panties and bras. Then for a higher rate we go bottomless and then..."

"For our top rate we do it completely naked. Yeah, I like that idea." I really do...I try to be subtle as I move my hand along the length of my shaft. I try to hide it while I do this, bend it between my legs. Ahhhhh...damn she is making me horny! 

"Ahhhh...dearest...can I confess something to you...mmmmm,"Mom says as I can hear the subtle sounds of wet squeaky flesh and fingers.

"Of course mom, you can tell me anything...uhhhhh..." I can feel my prick getting fully hard and I try to cover it with my hands. Ohhh...my sex is on fire...

"Ha...I think this is what it feels like to be tipsy...warm and glowing...now dear...you would think that being a whore..."

"Mom! You were not a whore!"

"Well technically I was, but we can call me a working girl, anyway the point is that having multiple johns throughout a busy day sticking their meat in me all the time, you would think that would be exciting and pleasurable, but it ain't. It's just work. The only time I had really good sex is the end of the day alone in bed, uuuuhhhh..." 

One of mom's hands travels up to her breast and begins to tweak her erect nipple and now I can see the other hand is fingering her cunt. Oh shit! I'm watching her do it! My mom is masturbating right in front of me and letting me watch her do it.

"So...mmmm...with you asleep in the same bed and I would have to quietly get myself off. This is why I understand your need to masturbate. I needed it too. Oooohhhhh...yess...But the real secret is...mmmmmm..."




Working Girls



She's getting really into it. Her finger at her wet cunt is pressing and prodding herself in and out of those moist bright pink lips. I lick my hand and then begin to glide it up and down the length of my fully erect cock. 

"mmmmm...I was, I am, multi-orgasmic and would play with myself till I came over and over again. Till I rendered myself exhausted from OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH."

She begins to shake and shudder, her eyes close, and her mouth opens with a silent scream! She's orgasming before my eyes.

"oh yes...oh yes...oh yes...oh yes..."

Her face is flushed and she is swooning and now very still.

"Oh...whew...yes...multi-orgasmic...mmm. That was short but a powerful one. Yes, I needed it. All this talk about being naked in front of strangers, well you wouldn't think that it would be a turn on after my busy working career, but it does sound like fun, doesn't it?"

"Ahhh...yessss..." I'm about to burst! 

"Oh my! Look at you! How big and tall you've grown! You're such a big boy now!"

"Uhhhhhhhh!!" I shoot off a quick hot load and it sprays onto my stomach. 

I pant a bit and start to recover from the climax. Oh shit! I just jacked off in front of my own mother!

But hell she just finger fucked herself in front of me first! 

My little prick feels all warm again and starts to grow.

"Oh my! Watching you do it was so hot!" She drunkenly giggles, "I'm a bad mother. Here I am enjoying watching my son masturbate. But, wait, I was masturbating in front of him first. I guess that makes me bad mother of the month." She giggles. "I'm having bad thoughts. Hmmmm...can you do it again? Oh look!" Mom says pointing at my semi-hard penis. "It is growing again. So you are multi-orgasmic as well."

"Ahh...I guess so."

"How many times can you do it?"

"Not sure, I've done it sometimes about 3 or 4 times but I never had much alone time. They were all quick frantic ones."

"That's much better than your father. He was a wham-bam-thank-you-mam kind of guy. You must take after your lusty mom," She giggles. 

"I need to get a towel or something to clean myself off, I'll be right back."

"No, wait. There is a better way to clean off that lovely goo."

She scoots over next to me and reaches a finger into my pile of cum that is laying on my bare tummy. She gets her finger coated with my cum, then to my astonishment brings it to her mouth, and licks the goo of her finger.

"Tasty. That's a better way to clean up."

"What?"

"You mean you've never tasted your own cum? Oh, you should. I've gotten used to the taste of cum during my years. Your cum has a nice flavor. Go ahead try some."

I hesitate and then shrug what the hell and scoop up some of my cum with my fingers. Then reluctantly bring the stuff to my tongue. I hesitate as if it would burn my tongue or something.

"Just stick it in, it won't kill you," Mom says daring me.

"Okay. Okay." I lick the jizz off my fingers as she reaches over to scoop up more of it off my tummy.

"As I said, your cum is tasty. Besides it's a natural source of protean." She giggles. "Eating too much of that can get you fat." She laughs at her own joke.

I clean up the last of my cum and swallow it. I guess it does taste okay.

Then she shakes herself and settles back down trying to look all serious. "Well then, " Mom says sound all adult like. "Enough with the jack and jilling. We need to focus on something else, at least for a moment or two. Can you put together our ad on the computer?"

"Yeah. I can."

"Good. We should have pictures to go with the ad, don't you think?"

"Yeah, that would be a good idea." My penis is now all erect and pointing at mom. Who is acting like this is all normal. Hmmm...I guess sex is normal for her being a working girl where we use to live.

"What should we be wearing I wonder? Hmmmm...I know. We both have those short-short cut denim cut offs. We can wear those as our uniforms. That and bras, thong panties, and of course our platform high heels. We'll need the height they provide to reach shelves. Since we are such a pair of tiny girls. Let me go get the shorts and our undies."

I watch as my mom carefully as she can tries to get out of her lotus position and stand up, but her normal natural gracefulness is impaired by the alcohol and she stumbles a bit. I don't mind and neither does she. She giggles at her clumsiness. In her awkwardness, she shows off more of her wet bright pink pussy lips. Oh, God she is so fucking hot and I'm so fucking drunk and horny. I want her and that is so wrong.

"I'm a bit clumsy," mom giggles. "And you are very big! Nice, slender and big...I like that."

"Mom!" I say very shocked.

"I know, it's wrong to talk like that about my own son. Who knew I would turn out to be a slutty drunk?"

She is so fucking desirable. She must have brought in a lot of money for the owner of that whorehouse.

She goes over to the dresser, deliberately spreads her legs wide, and unnaturally bends her body to push her spread wide ass toward me to show off her slick moist pussy. She looks back over her shoulder as she picks out the denim shorts. "I think you like what you see? Your long pole seems to be following my every move! I'm so glad you grew up. And I'm the first girl to get to see it. You saved it up for your mom, how thoughtful of you. You're such a good son."

She holds the denim short-shorts up and inspects them. "I wonder if they show off enough ass? I'll try it on and we'll see. If not we can fix that with a pair of scissors. Go get my phone so you can take the pictures."

She pulls the tight denim shorts up her legs and brings them up around her hips to wrap around her soft juicy butt. She feels the bit of her exposed ass cheek. "I don't think that is enough ass showing? Try your pair on and let me check you out." She tosses my shorts at me aiming toward my erection.

I step into the shorts still wearing my heels, and then pull them up my bare legs. I shove my semi erection into the shorts and feel the tight jeans slide into my ass crack. I snap them close.

"Turn around and let me see your pretty little butt."

I do so.

"Just as I thought. These jeans are cut too modestly. We fill them up nicely with our round butts but not enough cheek is showing. We need to fix that. Take them off and get me those scissors."

I do so and I'm once again all naked standing in my high heels and so is mom. I admire her soft naked nubile body with her long black hair draping down to almost the top of her pretty soft ass, as she expertly does the surgery on them cutting off the points and bottom portion of the back pockets.

"There that should do it. Try yours on."

I do so and can feel the difference, more of my butt cheek feels exposed.

"Yes, that is it. You fill up the shorts nicely just as I do with our round soft butts, but we are small of size and so need to cut off more of our cutoffs to show off more."

"I feel like half my butt is exposed.'

"That's about right. It is good for business. At least our kind of business. Put back on your thong and then put the shorts on. We should have one shot with us just wearing the heels and shorts and one shot with just our thongs and heels. That should get the Johns attention for our house clean services ad. Now hand me the phone and I'll get some pictures of you."

Under mom's instructions I take one of those pictures where the model is looking back over at the camera whispering 'don't you just want to fuck me' and in one I'm holding a cleaning brush and wearing just my mini-shorts and my platform high heels, and in the other just a red thong to go with the color of my heels. Then I take two pictures of mom in the same poses. 

"Those look great, now can you set up the ad and post it?' Mom asks. "I'll figure out what to charge."

"Sure."

Mom strips out of her thong, and I follow suit. I settle onto our bed/couch, take my tablet, and begin to work. Mom gets on her knees and leans against me to look over my shoulder as I work. I can feel the erect tips of her nipples against my bare skin as she presses herself against my back. 

One of her hands is draped around my bare hips. 

She gently seemingly unconsciously fondles my hip, tummy, thigh, just managing not to touch my balls and penis, which drives me crazy! Her other hand when it is not pointing and gesturing at my work, plays with my hair, or drapes across my chest to rub against my nipples. Somehow, I manage to focus and in about a half hour our ad is launched.

"There it is done. Now all we need to do is wait and see."

"That's great. Now go put that away, turn off the lights and come to bed."

"Are you tired already?"

"The wine has made me all warm and glowing, but I'm not tired. How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm certain I can feel the effects of the wine as well. But I'm not really tired."

"Neither am I but I'm sure we can find something to do in bed together that will tire us out."



Working Girls Pt. 02



I'm eighteen going on nineteen, a virgin, and I'm in bed with my mom in our small studio apartment. 

We finally left the whorehouse that was where I grew up and where we used to live and mom used to ply her trade.

We are both naked except for our platform high heels. 

It is hard for me to take it all in, is it hard for you?

I hope so.

Both of us are short and so four-inch platforms and six-inch heels were always our preferred choice. These pairs were backless mule style, mine were red, and hers were lavender. 

She's actually my adoptive mom, my biological mother died in my childbirth. We were all of mixed Asian race and so we have long black hair, hairs comes down almost to her butt, my to the midpoint of my back. We both have slender bodies, though large hips for our frame. I have brown eyes, she has deep green.

We are both drunk, having split a bottle of wine; we didn't get to drink at the Ranch where we finally left. So we were not used to drinking.

I think that explains our behavior. 

Perhaps...or we're just both naughty...and naked...doing naughty things.

We have that in common.

She has small perky breasts whose nipples are erect and aroused; my nipples are too, though I am flat chested, since I am actually an eighteen-year-old boy.

We are both working on our third climax-slash-orgasm.

We have been playing a masturbation game/dare that mom thought up.

I had bragged that I could cum multiple times and so she said, "Well then see if you can keep up."

"I will," I said cockily.

"Okay big boy, let's see if you can."

"If I do then what?"

"If you don't," she said with a sexy smirk, "I will spank you."

"And if I do? What's my prize?"

"Well, I'll ahhhh...hmmm...I will lick the cum off of you, how is that?"

"That sounds like fun!"

"Now, before you go and start pumping that small adorable penis of yours..."

Now, I should tell you that I have a tiny one and small balls, always have. It is about maybe an inch big when it's just hanging in neutral. When I get fully erect, it is a slender wand of about four inches. Hey, you work with what you got.

As she was saying...

"a few more rules. One, you have to last as long as I do. You lose if you cum before I do. That's when I get to spank you. If you can't cum within five minutes of my orgasm then the game is over. If you succeed in cumming within the five minutes after then I get to spank you but you get to try for another round. "

"What if you can't cum anymore?"

"Not likely buster, I'm a pro at this," She says with a swaggering slur.

"So each time I match you then you will lick up my cum load, wiping my Willie with your tongue is that my reward?"

"Yes."

I have a sore butt and I imagine mom has a sore 

hand as well. I lost round one.

I did win the next two rounds...of God she has a great tongue! Seeing and feeling her warm soft yet firm tongue lick up my goo off of my bare skin was enough to almost have me cum all over again right then and there!

It was no wonder that I am still all aroused and able to work on my fourth climax of this masturbation game. I God it is so fucking hot watching her hands work her wet pink clit into a body shaking when moaning orgasm. The bed underneath her is a growing stain from her sex juices. We are both flushed and on fire from our repeated masturbating. Our chests rise and fall at a quick pace as we once again work ourselves toward our goal. 

I wonder if you can damage your hands with this kind of repetitive motion?

Then we hear and feel a vibe of her phone.

"Ignore it...please..." I moan between strokes of my throbbing prick.

"I can't it could be a client. I had you lean my number in an emergency. We need to check it out, now be quiet as I answer the call."

"Oh Hell."

Mom takes a composing breath and answers the call trying to sound like it is perfectly normal to answer a client's call at eleven thirty on a Friday night.

"Yes, we were serious. Yes, we can take a job on short notice. Yes, we can be there within the hour. Big fraternity, big party to clean up after. Full price, yes it means we work naked. Showers? Oh...yes...I am familiar with the euphemism. That will cost extra. That many at the Fraternity, still expectable at that rate. Yes, it is okay to do that while we work...Yes, of course you will need to deposit that somewhere and yes doing it there means a minimum of mess for us to clean up afterwards...well just take it with us. No, we definitely don't give out free samples, nor do we offer party favors. No, not offering a hands on service, nor a lip service. 

This is strictly eye candy and cleaning. Cash, yes that is best. Yes, that amount is correct. Good that will give us time to get there and you time to get the cash. You're on a cul-de-sac, no prying neighbors. We can just pull up and leave our clothes in the car. Cash to start. Text the address. See you shortly."

"We have our first gig?" I ask all excited as I bounce up and down on the bed, causing my still erect penis to wiggle in the wind.

"Yes we do. A Fraternity house, eighteen young men live there. We need to clean up tonight's party. A few added wrinkles but not unexpected given the line of work we are in, I'm used to it and you're a working girl now as well."

"Whatever you say mom."

"Now," Mom says with a evil grin and wink as she reaches out and taps the tip of my head with her index finger, "We have barely enough time to finish our last round, then quickly into uniforms, stop and pick up a few towels or blankets at the local all-night drugstore, if my memory is correct and think I spotted them on the shelf earlier today when we were in the store."

"Towels?"

"Don't worry about it. We might be a bit of a mess when we leave and so don't want to stain the seats of the car. Just a precaution and the fact of doing business."

"Okay mom, you're the boss."

We get dolled up, applying makeup and lipstick. We go for the scarlet lips, fingernails, and toe nails. We put on matching gold hoop earrings and we go for matching red platform high heels. Then put on our denim short shorts and a red tank top and we are out the door. It is exciting to be out in public dressed as a girl showing off my pretty shapely ass in these shorts. It is too bad no one is around to admire me at this hour of the night. 

Mom explained that they have all the cleaning supplies on site, no need to bring anything.

We pick up the towels, drive off to the Fraternity House, and find it easily. We drive up as the last of the party goers are leaving. It is a cul-de-sac and so we park our vehicle and see that the house is relatively isolated, great for parties since there are no nearby neighbors to complain about the ruckus.

"Our employer said we can leave our clothes in the car, they'll be safe," Mom says as she gets out of the car and begins to take off her tank top.

"Got it."

We toss what little clothes we were wearing in the back seat and then strut our bare asses as we do the catwalk in our red platform heels toward the house. It is more like a large two story small-scale mansion. It could easily house two dozen Frat boys. As we approach the front of the house, we are greeted by a dozen wolf whistles as the Frat boys have been waiting for us, all of them sipping and/or guzzling beers. They are a mixed bunch of white, Asian and black young men, just wearing boxer shorts. One is wearing a short black silk kimono and he approaches with bulging pockets.

"You're early and dressed as you promised, this is looking good," the young blonde Alpha male looking guy says, who I gather is the head of the house and our employer. "Turn around and let me get a good look at you two."

We do the runway spin and he admires our naked bodies. "Well, I got the cash and you ladies certainly got the ass."

"Hand it over big boy," Mom says.

"Certainly, come and take it out of my pockets."

Mom sashays up to him swing her hips and rubbing her body up against his. "So what do you have for me? Let me see what this bugle is about." She reaches in to his pockets and takes out the cash.

"Need to count it?"

"Sure show me what you got," mom says teasing him.

He begins to lay out the money on my mom's open hands and they count it. Hmmm...it seems like a lot more than I would have expected...almost doubled...no tripled what our rates are. What's going on?

"Satisfied with what you see?" Our employer asks.

"Oh yes. It is nice and tall and thick, just like 

I like them," mom teases as she walks back to the car all the time under his steady lust filled gaze. She stores the cash and the returns. "Shall we get to work?"

As we get closer to the house, we can here all the catcalls of the young Toms in heat. 

"Damn they are hot."

"Now that's a Mother-I'ld-Like-To-Fuck!"

"I'll say!"

"The jail bate with her is not bad either."

"The fag is a nice piece of ass."

"It would be sweet to go to town with those two."

"I bet they could give us all a sweet ride."

"Juicy little asses."

"Sweet and sour Asian ass."

"I hear their just for show."

"Damn!"

I try to ignore them as we get inside the large main room, which is a disaster from the party. As I survey the extent of the disorder, the Head of the House shows us both where things are and the extent of our clean up obligations.

"All tease and no putting out."

"Not even a nibble?"

"Nope."

"Fuck."

"Hope about a quick suck?"

"Nada."

"Just eye candy and cock tease."

"But we can have some fun with them..."

"Oh yeah... A little Japanese special fun..."

"Can't wait."

"They'll be such a mess."

"Oh Hell yes! I plan on going at least two or three rounds."

"Are you sure we can't fuck those asses?"

"If we could? Which would you do?"

"Oh Fuck, man, I'd want to do both."

"Hell yeah!"

We are also shown through the bottom floor, the main room, dining area, Kitchen, Den, all are strewn with bottles, cups, plates, remnants of food and evidence of debauchery and the devil may care partying.

"I'd do them both."

"And...boss man said, no touching."

"Shit."

"Just lookie-lookie?"

"Fuck yeah..."

"Not even a pinch?"

"A quick squeeze?"

"Na da."

"No touchie."

"Except! There is an exception!"

"Oh yeah...pillows!"

"We can play with the pillows!"

"We can hump those pillows!"

"Fuck yes!"

"Damn straight."

"Which are you going to do?"

"Ain't it obvious?"

"By the nights out, I'm going to hump all those soft round pillows."

"Hooray for humping!"

We each put on some plastic gloves, then take a sturdy plastic trash bag, and then start picking up the trash. I'm doing recyclable bottles and glasses, and mom gets the compostable junk.

Wherever we go there are all those horny frat boys following us and lusting after us. I've never been around so much sexual energy, I feel like I'm just a sex toy or preforming in some porn show for them. It feels great and such a sexual rush. My little dick is throbbing as it and my balls bounce around as I bend and move picking up all the trash, feeling like I'm a piece of trash as well. 

"Lookie the little fag has a hard on."

"Such a tiny little thing."

"It's so cute."

"It's like a small mouthful."

"Yeah, easily swallowed up."

I notice that their all tenting in their silk boxers, some of them have even started to reach in and play with themselves as they watch us perform our chores for them. 

"Damn it I want a piece of them."

"Oh fuck yes."

"Want to slide my pole in their hot wet holes."

We have finished picking up the main room, emptied our third bags of trash and head back inside to do another of the rooms, when two frat boys sporting their erect cocks approach us.

"Okay time for a little play time."

"Oh yeah."

"Be a good piece of ass and bend over and spread-em wide."

"But," I mutter as I do what they say, "We were told sex wasn't part of the service."

"It's okay," Mom says as she bends over and leans onto the back of chair. "Relax and enjoy."

"Don't worry fag," He says as him and his partner cuddle up against my and mom's bare butt. "We're just going to hump your ass."

I watch as the frat boys cock slides up and down my mom's bare ass even as I feel a hot prick and balls rub up against my ass cheeks. Oh my! 

Ohhh...it feels like I'm being violated and yet it feels so good...mmmm...is this why we got paid so much?

They are using our getting off simulating fucking as they press their cocks against our ass and hump us. It's like when I used to masturbate by humping a pillow at the ranch. I know how good it feels to do this and now I know what the pillow feels like as his hot hard cock presses and glides up, down and along my ass cheeks.

We are now surrounded by everyone as these two hump us. Most of the frat boys are now naked and they are slowly stroking their oiled or greased hard-ons as they watch their friends hump mom and my ass.

Oh God it feels good. I can feel his cock throbbing as he presses it up along and between my ass cheeks. I can feel him leaking precum as he picks up the pace. They moan and grunt as they are nearing their climaxes. 

Oh God! I can see the other one's cock shooting out white gooey cum all over mom's ass and then I feel him spurting his hot cum on my ass.

My own dick is so hard and hot as well. I want to reach over and jack off so badly.

As the two finish ejaculating all over our asses they stagger back away.

Before I can catch my breath, I feel another set of cock and balls press up against my now slightly sticky bare butt and feel another one begin to hump me.

As he humps my ass it slowly dawns on me that all off them, all eighteen of these horny young men are going to take their turn with mom and I. Each one is going to hump us and get themselves off and shoot their cum loads all over our asses. 

And we're getting paid to let them do just that. 

I'm beginning to understand what mom must have felt like all those years as a working girl. Guys paying to get off using her. Even though they're not really having sex with us they are still pleasing themselves with our bodies and we're being paid to let them.

Is that wrong?

I don't know...but oh God...it feels so good.

I almost wish they weren't just fake fucking my ass, but were really doing it. As he pounds my ass and presses his hot rod against me, I try and imagine what it we be like to feel that shaft sliding in and out of my asshole.

It is not long when suddenly he starts to erupt and I can feel his warm juices spurting out between my ass cheeks.

I see my mom is getting her own thick creamy shower as well.

These two step away when their done and are replaced by the next pair of horny hot cocks as once again my wet ass is used for someone else' pleasure.

I close my eyes and just enjoy the pleasure of feeling hot throbbing meat rub up against my bare ass or slip between my thighs as one after another takes his turn fake fucking my ass. Each spurting out their hot jizz and add to the collection of stick mess that covers my butt.

The next set of frat boys complain about our messy ass and don't want to rub up against all that stick jizz. So they just quickly jack themselves off and pump out their load onto our butts. 

In the end, we are both covered in nine creamy sticky jizz loads that coat our hot steaming asses.

"Now," the head of the frat house address us sternly. "You two haven't finished cleaning the place up but you're both such a mess. We can't have you dripping all that juice onto the floor, whatever are we to do with you two sluts?"

"That won't be a problem," my mom says in reply. "Dear, come over here and lick your mommy clean."

Oh my God! My mom wants me to lick all that cum off her ass! 

"Come on, don't let it drip onto the floor," mom says pointing her jizz covered ass at my face.

"Yes mom," I say as I get on my knees and begin to lick her wet ass. So much cum and so many different flavors. I hold onto my mom's bare hips to steady myself as I get into licking up this cum. It should be nasty, licking all these strange men's cum loads. I should be angry that we allowed them to do this to us. We let them use us as there depository, as there cum rag, each and every one them. They got off on fucking us and shooting their messy loads all over our naked bodies and we had to let them. They paid us to let them. We are like cheap whores. 

Oh God...yet, the smell of her hot moist cunt and the cum is strong and potent and adds to the sexual sensual act of cleaning up my mom's ass. I am aroused like I've never been before in my life. Here I am naked in front of strangers and licking up their cum off my mom's naked ass, and I am so turned on. What's wrong with me? I am loving every little lick of this.

"That's a good boy," Mom says as I lap up the jizz off her ass. "Clean mommy up nice and good and then I'll clean your little butt next."

As I clean up my mom's cum covered ass all around me I hear the frat boys laughing and joking about us, calling us sluts and cum whores and in general having a good time watching us. We are two cum sluts licking up all their cum juices. 

It's almost as if they paid us to give them all blowjobs, for in the end I'm swallowing their jizz.

"Okay boy, that's good enough. Let Mommy clean you up now."

I stop and do as I'm told.

"You've been a good boy," Mom says as she gets behind me. "Now mommy is going to reward you and clean you up. You are such a mess." 

She gets down and begins to clean me us just as I did her. I feel her warm wet tongue on my bare skin and feel her hot breath on my skin as well. 

I try not to swoon or to cum as I just close my eyes and take in the feeling of mom licking all the dripping jizz off my wet and messy bare ass.

God I am so in need of a good jacking off. I ached to touch my cock and pump out a load. With each lick of my ass, I imagine my hand sliding up and down my hard on. 

"Now baby, be carefully and don't make a mess," Mom whispers to me as she continues to lick the jizz off my bare butt.

"Okay. I won't," I reply. Though I need to do it so badly.

"I want to do it also," Mom whispers to me, "Later. Not now, not here."

I nod as mom finishes licking my ass. 

We go about picking up the remnants of their party all the time under their watchful lust filled eyes. They are drinking more beer and most have remained naked showing off their erect or semi-erect manly meat. As we do their chores some are outright masturbating, others are just wiggle their cock and balls at us showing off, others are simulating with their bodies how they would fuck us. I try to ignore them as I work but I can't and I find myself wanting to show off for them as well and to tease them with my cum coated ass that they seemed to want but they can't have.

We end up doing the dishes, mom cleaning me drying and putting them away. They take advantage of us since we have our backs to them and two approach us to rub their erections against our asses. 

"Damn...all that beer is finally getting to me."

"Yeah...me too."

"I feel the need as well."

"I've been holding it in for the last few minutes."

"Hey man, I think it's time for them to hit the showers."

"Hell yeah...I'm going to lose it really soon if they don't."

"Okay, Okay," I hear the head of the Frat house say. "Keep a grip on it. So, you two. You can stop with the last of those. It's time to head to the showers, like we talked about over the phone."

"Understood," my mom replies. "Let's go dear," mom says taking my hand in hers. "Lead on."

"Follow me," the head of the Frat house says as he turns and holds tightly his engorged dick.

We follow him and everyone else follows us. Soon we are in their bathroom area. It is like what I imaging they have in a gym, with lots of stalls, urinals, and a large tiled shower room.




Working Girls Pt. 02



"Get in the center, and sit over the drains," the head of the Frat house instructs us.

We do so as everyone encircles us, all of them naked and all holding on to what seems like painful erections.

"Whew...thank God...I can't hold it in much longer."

"Me neither."

"Well we don't have to!"

"Yeah!"

"Let's let it all loose."

"Fuck yeah!"

"Shower time!"

I'm not sure what is doing on as I sit next to mom with my bare ass on the tile and partially covering the drain.

Then it happens.

Right in front of me one of the frat boys aims his engorged dick at my face and he lets loose a deep sigh as a stream of golden fluid burst out of his cock head and hits my face.

Oh My God! He is pissing on me!

Before I have a chance to really process this I feel and see more of them starting moving in closer and hot streams of golden smelly piss shoots forth from their pricks at us.

We are getting pissed on from all directions.

Our bodies are getting showered by smelly sticking stinking urine as eighteen young men pour out their bladders at us.

Soon are hair and our bodies are bathed in this onslaught of urine and pours down us and pools around us as it slowly drains away.

The stench of urine is thick, moist, and all pervasive. Now I really feel like a slut and a cheap whore. Now I really understand why we were paid so much. Now I know what mom felt like all those years working at that place. She was being paid to be violated for other men's pleasure.

Despite knowing all of that my cock is so damn hard and hot and aching for release. My skin is on fire with desire. I am so turned on I want it! 

I want to be fucked and I want to suck. I am just a mess of lust and unrelenting desire.

Finally the finish emptying their bladders and they just stand their surrounding us holding their limp penises.

"God that was good."

"Yeah...I needed that."

"But now seeing those two looking like that, you know what it reminds me of?"

"What?"

"Two sluts begging for it."

"True."

"Feeling up for it?"

"Oh hell yes."

"Let's paint their faces."

"Cover them in juice."

"Bukkake!"

"Fuck yes!"

They begin to grab their cocks and pound them as they work themselves into a frenzy of lust once again. What the hell is boo-kakie?

A group of them approach as they work their erections and aim their cock heads at our faces. 

"Oh yeah!"

"They're just begging for it."

I begin to form an idea of what this boo-bakie thing must be as I watch them all masturbate in our direction.

Then it happens! With grunts and moans their let fly their spunk and splatter our faces with it. Ropes, streams, gooey blasts of jizz and cum are pumped out of their cock heads and land all over our head and faces. Added to the smell of the urine is the smell of hot steam cum as each of them take their turn at shooting off their cum load at our faces. It drips down my chin and neck, and some splatter onto my chest as their just beat their meat in our general directions.

Eighteen horny young men cover our face and chest with their steam mess as they shoot their spunk loads out at us.

Now really know what cum sluts feel like. So this is boo-kakie. Learn something new everyday.

As the jizz loads keep flying and splattering all over our faces, mom leans over and whispers in my ear, "Close your eyes, cum in your eyes can sting."

I follow her advice and just get lost in a sensory world of smell, sound and touch. This is overwhelming considering all that piss and now all this cum.

When they all finish spurting us with their cream cock juices they then all laugh and start to leave the room ignoring us and just reflecting on the fact that this was the hottest party they've ever had.

"Well," the head of the frat house says, "You two are done here. It's time for you to leave."

"Can we get cleaned up?" I ask.

"Hell no. You can just head out the back and go around the front from here. You can clean yourselves off somewhere else. Thanks for the job well done! Perhaps we'll have you come again next week?"

"Perhaps we will," Mom says in a chatty business-like manner. "Tell your friends about our service."

"Oh I will you can count on that. Give me your hands and I'll guide you out of here."

We get up, still keeping our eyes closed and we are slowly guided out back.

Once we are alone, Mom whispers "Finally. God I'm so fucking horny."

I open my eyes and the cum does sting and see my mom's beautiful face coated in a mess of melting cum and running eye makeup. 

Mom leans against the side of the house, opens her arms to me, and says, "Come here, now!"

I enter her arms and she pulls me in, pressing my urine stained naked body against hers. She frantically holds me tight as my erect cock presses slips between her thighs and presses up against her wet and warm cunt lips.

We frantically and passionately kiss our lips and tongue playing with each other, we begin to lick and kiss each other's face and swallow down the mess of cum. We kiss and lick each other passionately our tongues and lips are all over each other licking, kissing, tasting, and swallowing cum.

Finally when enough of it is cleaned up so we can see clearly without worrying about more of it dripping into our eyes, mom then says in a whispery guttural voice, "Suck and lick my tits...they're on fire...please do it now!"

My mouth leaves her lips and travels down her chin and then to her neck, kissing and tasting cum and urine. Lite quick kisses as I make my way to her soft breasts with their hard pointy nipples.

"Suckle them...my dear...suckle them like you did as a babe..." Mom moans.

My tongue tastes the soft firmness of her breast coated in urine. My tongue licks its way to her nipple and it flicks it pointy firmness. Then I swallow it whole and suck.

"OHHHHHHH...yes...bite them...lick...suck..."

I suck on her tit and it is so arousing, my cock is hot and hard as it rubs up against her wet soft pussy lips.

"Ohhhh...yes...do the other one...yes...bite my nipples...that's it...ouch...oh God...do you feel how wet I am down there...the more you do this to my nipple the wetter I get...oh God oh God...I can come like this...just keep it up...back and forth...both of them...touch them...squeeze them...lick them...oh God yes...Oh my lovely boy...my dear sweet boy...with his wonderful hard manhood...Ohhhhh..."

My hands and mouth are all over my mom's tits enjoying and taking advantage of her flesh.

She brings her thighs together to wrap around my stiff cock and then starts to pull her hips away from me, and in doing this I feel her lips slip along the length of my hard man hood, until my head is barely touching her open lips. Then she begins to push back up against my body and she slides her wet lips along my shaft till her body is pressed up against mine and my head touches the edges of her ass cheeks.

Oh God.

Then she repeats this pulling away and pushing back in...and I continue to suck, lick and nibble on her tits.

"Oh God!" we both moan aloud.

We continue what we are both doing and I can feel her orgasm building as well as I feel my own climax boiling in my balls and making its way up into my penis head.

"I'm about to burst!" we both cry out.

Then it happens.

"YES!!" I feel my mom's orgasm erupt and shudder through her body as I begin to ejaculate flooding the insides of her thighs as her lips twitch along my shaft.

We both shiver and shake with the ongoing intensity of our orgasms.

"OOOOOOOHHHHH..." Is that her or is that me? "OHHHHHHH..."

Then there is wet, sweaty, exhausted silence.

We are enwrapped by the cool darkness and the moist flesh of each other.

"Thank you," we both whisper as we gently kiss each other.

My cock shrinks and slips out between her legs as she slides back down to stand on her own two feet.

"Wonderful." Mom whispers. "We needed that."

"Yes." I stutter.

"Oh my wonderful boy," mom whispers in my ear, "Now, let's hurry home, we don't have to be anywhere till almost noon...plenty of time..."



Working Girls



Tom was in a sexual zone he’d never been before. These two babes knew just how to get his cock inflamed without pushing him over the edge. It was a weird feeling. He’d had just enough beer that his senses were just the slightest bit dulled, thus taking the edge off his need to cum. But the weed had heightened his senses so that every time Linda’s sugar walls gripped his cock, it sent little bolts of pleasure up his spine. It was a delicious feeling and he wallowed in it. In fact, he almost wallowed too long and stopped himself just before letting loose a monstrous load in Linda’s cunt.

Before he could cum, he pulled his cock out, gripping it tightly at the base. He left slimy tendrils of pre-cum over her leg as he crawled over to where Jessie’s ass was stuck up in the air. He grabbed her hips from behind, rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks a couple of times then plunged his length into her smooth, slick pussy. Jessie’s pussy was noticeably tighter and more active as Tom pulled back and began to fuck with long, even strokes. Jessie let loose a string of obscenities as she rolled her hips around his throbbing cock. She pulled herself almost all the way off his cock then humped back hard, taking his entire length back in her clenching cunt. She did this several times until falling back into a more conventional rhythm.

As she did, she leaned over and pulled Linda’s hips up, giving her access to the gushing cunt that bubbled between the brunette’s legs. Linda’s pussy was flowing with her arousal, with juice dripping down from her cunt and over her asshole. Jessie’s mouth, her lips and tongue, were everywhere, in Linda’s cunt and her ass, back and forth lashing the twin holes.

Tom continued fucking Jessie with slow measured strokes, then began to pull open her butt cheeks, revealing her puckered brown-eye. Licking a finger, he eased it into her butt and began to finger fuck her ass in rhythm with his dick. A second finger, then a third finger got Jessie’s attention, and she looked up from eating Linda’s pussy to growl, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck my ass. C’mon, Tom, fuck my ass with your big fat cock. I love it! Fuck my ass and shoot your cum up my butt!”

Sensing an even greater heightening of pleasure, Linda rolled off the bed, walked to the dresser and retrieved a 9-inch dildo with a handle on one end and a real-looking penis head at the other. She also brought a tube of lube then flopped back on the bed. Sitting up, she opened Jessie butt while Tom oiled up her asshole then ran the slick lube all over his cock. He knee-walked up to Jessie’s backside, lined his dick up to her gaping asshole and pushed it in. With a grunt and a groan, Jessie pushed back at the same time and felt the entire length fill her ass to the brim.

Jessie shook her head back and howled and Tom gasped as his cock went nearly ballistic in her tight ass. It took a massive display of will, but he fought off the urge to cum, and he steeled himself to stay the course. Jessie too was nearly insane with the need to cum, but she kept still for one final time to gather herself for the explosion of pleasure that was right there waiting to be triggered. She was thrilled that Tom had stayed right in there with them. She had been serious about pleasure delayed being pleasure intensified, but this was beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Linda was beyond caring about anything in a conscious manner. When she got like this, she was like a sexual robot, doing whatever she was bidden to do, all for the sake of that same elusive orgasm that she knew would be worth anything she did to achieve it.

Catching his breath, Tom began to work his cock slowly back and forth in Jessie’s buttery ass, which massaged his cock tightly, expertly. Again, he had to admire his hosts, particularly the tall blonde. He had fucked a few asses in his time, but this was easily the best ass-fuck of his life. Jessie clearly loved having her butt fucked, and Tom obliged by giving her every inch.

Linda’s eyes were shining madly as she crawled on her knees in front of Jessie, who responded by roaming her hands all over the lush body. As she watched her lover take Tom’s cock in her ass, Linda straddled the big dildo and slid her pussy onto the fake dick.

“Ahhieeeahhh!” Jessie wailed as Tom fucked her ass with a strong, steady pace. He was in high cotton, indeed, in command of himself and of two hot, sexy women. Linda crawled on her knees next to Tom and kissed him feverishly, while she worked the dildo around in her cunt. Then she spread some lube around her ass, took the dildo drippingly out of her pussy, turned around and begged for Tom to fuck her ass with it. Without ceremony, he took the dildo and rammed it home as Linda screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She was nearly delirious with lust; they all were, as they fucked with wild abandon.

“Watch this,” Jessie said suddenly, as she popped her ass off Tom’s cock. A slight brownish gel coated his cock as Jessie flopped onto her back, pulled her legs up in the air, opened her gaping asshole with her fingers and told Tom to fuck her ass with everything he had. Tom was up on his knees as he pushed his cock back into Jessie’s vise-like ass for what he now knew were the gravy strokes. Jessie’s tits jiggled wetly atop her chest as she fucked her hips upward to meet his thrusts.

Linda scrambled over to where she could straddle Jessie’s contorting face, the dildo still embedded in her ass. She dropped her gushing, spasming cunt onto Jessie’s mouth, which ate wildly at the quivering flesh. At the same time, Linda pulled Jessie’s legs higher and further in the air, exposing her ravished ass even more openly to Tom’s pounding.

For just a few seconds, time seemed to stand still, like the calm before a storm. Then Tom reached up and thumbed Jessie’s twat with his fingers, rolling her engorged clit with his thumb, and that did the trick. Jessie felt like she was falling off a waterfall as great, gasping convulsions roared over her like a tidal wave. It rippled from her chest to her pussy and out her asshole, filled to the brim as it was with Tom’s powerful cock.

Finally, a red haze seemed to descend over Tom’s eyes as he surrendered his load. And what a load it was! The first shot ripped through his crotch like a fireball and exploded out the end of his cock, deep in Jessie’s rippling bowels. “Ah yeahhhhhhh,” he cried, nearly in pain, as successive bolts burst from his cock, and Jessie milked cum from his cock with her muscular rectum.

Jessie’s screams were muffled by Linda’s pussy, which was also clenching and spewing in orgasm. Linda’s only sound at first was a quiet little, “Ah!” as her body twitched with her climax. But as the orgasm kept drawing out in a slow, mounting flow, she yelled incoherently, rotating her ass around the dildo while Jessie kept her mouth clamped on her spasming, spurting pussy.

For long moments, Tom kept squeezing out little mini-bursts of cum, while Jessie and Linda each felt little tremblers continue, as the trio clenched together until the waves of orgasm subside. Tom finally felt his cock wilting, so he pulled it out of Jessie’s ass and watched as his white-hot cum drooled from the hole, which still stood open a good inch in diameter. Likewise, Linda’s ass gaped open as she slowly removed the dildo from her ass. She grabbed Tom’s cock and whispered, “my turn next,” before rolling over onto her back next to Jessie, who had laid down flat on her stomach in momentary exhaustion. The two women kissed languidly, with Linda licking some of her wetness from Jessie’s face.

“That was primo,” said Linda as she moved over to give Tom room to fall out between them. They were all three sweat-soaked, cum-soaked and generally pretty wrecked, but they still glowed with the heat of passion as they fell into a light sleep.

Tom didn’t know how long he had dozed, but he suddenly found himself awakened by the feeling of a wet, soapy washcloth bathing his balls. Linda looked up at him very intently, almost pensively as she cleaned Tom’s dick. “I told you, I want my turn,” Linda whispered. “Jess can get pretty aggressive when she gets worked up, and she just kind of takes over sometimes.”

Tom sat up as Jessie returned to the room with another rolled joint. She laughed at Linda’s words. “I just know what I want, while Linda dear will just let you do whatever you want with her.” Linda stuck her tongue out at her friend before taking the proffered joint.

After they were finished, Tom felt the first stirrings of revival, and stroked his cock a few times to get the blood going. After a minute, Jessie tested the waters by taking his semi-hard cock in her mouth and sucking him to full hardness. Then Linda joined in, and they each took turns getting in a lick or two at his swollen red cock. They each wrapped their lips around the shaft and together they milked and licked at his cock with their lips. “Just lay back and let us do the work this time,” Linda said softly as she pulled her head away from his crotch.

Jessie also pulled her head away, climbed over Tom’s legs and straddled his hips with her feet flat on the bed. Holding Tom’s cock up at the base with a hand, Linda guided it to Jessie’s pussy, which was descending toward the head. Jessie plunged down on Tom’s rigid cock to the hilt and began riding like some deranged cowgirl. She threw her head back, swishing her flaxen mane through the air as she laughed in her passion, then threw her arms into the air, her tits bouncing freely as she did.

Once again, Tom had to marvel at his good fortune in being selected to participate in such a landmark sexual experience with these two insatiable sluts, that it was his hard cock that was disappearing and reappearing in Jessie’s bare-shaven pussy. Linda wanted some too, so she climbed over Tom’s face and lowered her pussy to his mouth. She rotated her hips over his head so that her tangy twat slithered all over his lips. Linda’s pussy juice had begun flowing the moment Tim’s lips had touched her cunt, and she fell into an almost trance-like state as another orgasm beckoned. Pulling up and leaning forward so she could squeeze, kiss and lick Jessie’s tits, Linda let Tom lick her still distended asshole, working it loose again.

This time, the pace was more relaxed as he lunged upward to further penetrate Jessie’s pussy, but it still smoldered. Linda was more than ready for her turn to really enjoy Tom’s huge cock, so Jessie reluctantly pulled herself off his cock and let Linda have it. With a squeal, Linda scooted down Tom’s chest, until she was straddling his hips. She took his cock in hand, looked over her shoulder at him then sank her swampy cunt over his cock. Getting her feet under her, Linda began to ride Tom’s cock with equal vigor to the pace Jessie had been maintaining earlier.

Linda’s tits jiggled wetly, and Jessie grabbed them, kneaded them, then licked and sucked the nipples. After a few minutes of this, Jessie pulled away, reached under the bed and pulled out another dildo. This one wasn’t as long as the other one, and it didn’t have the handle, but it was fatter. Jessie lay back next to Tom, spread her legs and fucked the new dildo up her cunt. When she had a liberal amount of cunt juice built up, she got a handful of the cunt cream and offered some to Linda, who sucked her fingers like small cocks.

Linda was getting agitated, ready for a monster orgasm, one like Jessie had had earlier. She knew just what she needed, so she reached behind her, pulled her butt cheeks apart and asked Tom to get ready to fuck her ass. Tom got some jelly on his hands and worked the slimy stuff around her already-wet hole. When she was good and loose, Linda pulled her pussy off Tom’s cock, aimed her asshole onto the head of his cock and plunged down on his throbbing meat. Getting Tom’s large cock up her ass lit Linda’s fuse like a firecracker. She started cumming like crazy as she thrashed and bucked on his rampaging cock. 

Tom just kept thrusting his hips upward, his cock almost numb with lust. He watched luridly as Jessie stuck the fat dildo up her hot, cum-filled ass, then crawled so that she was directly in front of Linda, who was going wild with her ass on Tom’s cock. Jessie took the handled dildo, spread Linda’s fat pussy lips with it then ran it all the way to the hilt up Linda’s spasming cunt. Jessie licked her way from Linda’s chin to her tits as she fucked Linda with the long dildo. 

Linda was nearly catatonic as she felt Tom’s thick meat fucking her ass and the long rubber dick fucking her pussy. It only took about three or four minutes of this before Linda stiffened as the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt ripped her nearly in two. She went completely spastic, moaning and writhing on Tom’s cock, crying and screaming on Jessie’s dildo. Jessie wrapped her sweat-covered body to her lover’s and roared out another huge climax of her own. 

Tom was beyond control as his cock spewed upward in a half-dozen or so rapid-fire bursts of pearly-white cum up Linda’s twitching asshole. He came so hard he thought his soul was coming out the end of his cock, and maybe it was. Maybe these temptresses were the devil’s mistresses and he had just sold his soul for one glorious night of pleasure. If so, what a way to go! He gave a weary chuckle at the thought, as the threesome held each other together before falling back in a stupor.

As they felt weariness wash over their sweaty, sex-sated bodies, they heard the morning birds chirping and saw, dimly, the first rays of dawn creep through the curtain, before falling into the sleep of the truly sexually satisfied.