3 comments/ 71197 views/ 21 favorites College isn't Everything By: RonCabo It was so classic a situation as to almost be a cliche: bottom of the ninth inning, home team down by one point, the run to tie on third, the run to get ahead on second, and of course, two outs. Joe Tyrrell stepped up to home plate and customarily tapped the end of the bat on it. Joe was a good high school ball player, but not exceptional. However, he had great potential. And that potential was on the line right now. These next few minutes in the batter's box could determine his future. The university had only one more scholarship to give out and it could be his if he performed well in this game. So far, Joe had played a clean game, but had done nothing exemplary. It all came down to this time at bat. Years of playing good baseball and he would be judged by this one visit to the plate. Pressure didn't even begin to describe how he felt. The first pitch was low and outside, but he anxiously swung at it anyway. That was a mistake, and he knew he had to calm down. He let the next two pitches go by for two balls. Joe's palms were beginning to sweat. He glanced over at the third base coach, who was giving him signals, and stepped out of the box to read them and dry his hands. The coach was instructing him not to swing at the next two pitches. He wanted Joe to walk! Walk? There was no distinction in that. Sure, it would load the bases; sure, the pitcher was tired and the next batter might get a walk and force in the tying point; sure, it might help the team. But it wouldn't earn Joe a scholarship. His indecision over the next pitch resulted in a call strike. That aggravated him, but not so much that be became careless with the next pitch. It was real low. He let it go, bringing him up to a full count: three balls, two strikes. This was it! The all or nothing pitch. Sweat was pouring out of him. Every nerve in his body was on edge. Joe knew as soon as the ball left the pitcher's hand it was a perfect throw. He had to swing at it. There were no choices, the decision had been made for him and he reacted instinctively. He drew back and swung with all his might. Joe knew he missed even before he heard the thump of the ball burning into the catcher's mit. All he could do now was drop to his knees and bury his head in his hands shamefully. Finally, he stood and walked slowly toward the locker room. His overwhelming misery made him oblivious to the pandemonium and mayhem that surrounded him as the visiting team and their fans went wild in celebration of the victory. He walked so blindly that he did not even see the two gorgeous girls dressed in the visiting team's cheerleaders' uniforms until he literally ran into them. Under normal circumstances, their nice-size breasts and shapely legs would have made more of an impression on him so that he might even have pursued conversation with them, and the wink that one of them gave him told him it could lead somewhere. But at this moment, he had no interest in anything. He forced half of a smile and mumbled, "Sorry," then continued on. That was all he remembered about what was happening on the field. When Joe returned to his senses, he was in the locker room sitting on a bench facing his locker. He heard vague statements directed at him that were supposed to make him feel better. But none did, nor did any seem particularly genuine. Perhaps he was being unusually paranoid, but it even seemed as though his team mates were avoiding him. That feeling became even more prevalent a while later when he suddenly realized he was alone in the locker room. It was just as well. He was not in the mood to face anyone, particularly anyone he knew. Perhaps he had subconsciously remained behind for just that reason. "Don't let it get you down, son." It was Jeffrey, the elderly custodian. "Just remember that the past cannot be changed, but the future is still in your power." Joe nodded. Jeffrey always tried to make people feel better. "You gonna shower?" he asked. Joe glanced down at himself and realized he was still sitting by his locker in his dirty uniform. He shrugged. "You ready to leave?" "Well, you're all that's left. If you want to shower, I don't mind waiting." "I don't really feel like doing much of anything." "I can understand that. But don't worry, you'll get over this. I'll tell you what, Joe. Everything's all locked up. You stay here as long as you like. Just make sure you close the door all the way when you leave. Okay?" "Okay. Thanks, Mr. Jeffrey." "No problem. Don't stay too late." Joe sat a while longer, lost in depressing thoughts about his future—or lack of it. Suddenly, he was brought back to reality by the sound of the shower running. Knowing he was supposed to be alone, he got up to investigate. The first thing he saw was a cheerleader's skirt hanging up beside the door to the showers. Continuing on, he was shocked to see the two girls he had run into, totally naked, with rather nice, bare chests. "What are you doing here?" he asked, momentarily forgetting his misery. "We got all sweaty and grimy hugging all the dirty players. After the old guy left, we thought we could sneak in and shower off." "Oh." Joe didn't know what to do. He mumbled something and started to leave. The next thing he knew, a hand was grabbing his arm. He turned to face the girl who had winked at him. She certainly was a fox. Her large, round tits had bright, pink nipples that stuck out toward him. She didn't seem to be bothered by his presence or the fact that she wasn't wearing anything at all. Joe nearly died when she looked him in the eye and said, "Please stay with us." She introduced herself as Patti. Joe was still a bit shocked. Then she pulled his shirt over his head and rubbed the sweaty garment in her face. She seemed to enjoy it immensely. Patti proceeded to slowly slide his shorts down his legs. He was beginning to regain his senses, and felt a hardness growing between his legs. When she had him stripped naked, she rubbed her cheeks along his long cock and said, "I watched you play. You made me wet and hot all over. Now, I want to thank you. Please let me." Joe couldn't believe it. Patti took his erect rod in her hand and licked its length with her smooth, pink tongue. He was in heaven. Before he could shoot his wad, though, she stopped and led him into the shower room. Her friend was cleaning up under the hot spray. When she saw them, she smiled knowingly. Patti told him to lie down. He obliged and found the floor to be warm and flowing with the water that had graced the girls' bodies. Patti spread her legs and lowered herself onto his face, shoving her cunt against him. The blonde, whose name was Allison, sank herself on his cock. Her tight pussy sucked him hard as she pumped up and down. He licked Patti like crazy, and she moaned wildly, rubbing against his head harder and harder. Finally, Patti slammed his face into her and cried out. She got up as Allison continued to fuck him hard. He reached up to grope Allison's wonderful tits. After a few more thrusts, she arched back and then fell against him, releasing herself. Unbelievably, he still held on. His worries temporarily forgotten, he wanted to fuck Patti badly by now. He asked her to lie down and put her legs over his shoulders and really went at it. She gasped at each thrust, holding onto her tits tightly. Her legs began to shake, and it wasn't long before he rode her to another orgasm. He kept fucking Patti for another minute, but still did not get off. Allison could see his distress and moved over between his legs. She slowly put his cock inside her mouth, inch by inch. What she couldn't get in, she pumped with one hand. When she began sucking, he could not hold on any longer and he erupted into her mouth, his semen spilling down her chin. Allison licked her lips and smeared the rest on her chest. Then she asked him to lick his own come off her tits. He'd never done anything so kinky before, but his mood was sufficiently peculiar that he willingly slurped at his salty cream. It drove Allison out of her mind. She screamed in ecstasy. Before Joe could barely get a breath, Patti grabbed his cock and stroked him to another erection. When he was hard as a rock, he pulled her over to a bench and draped her over it on her stomach. Then he spread her long legs and thrust up into her from behind. It was wonderful! Allison slid under the bench and began licking Patti's tits. Their fucking and sucking increased to a feverish pitch. Seeing Allison below him, he eased his right leg between her legs. Still screwing Patti hard, he pushed his ankle against Allison's pussy. She took advantage of it and slid her clit up and down his leg. The blonde didn't expect it at all and started moaning along with her friend. He knew it wouldn't last much longer any way, so he thrust harder. With a loud grunt, he exploded into Patti and almost stuck his foot into Allison. They both gasped and came just as he had. Now all exhausted, the girls stretched out on the bench while Joe took a real shower. "You're terrific, Joe!" Patti said with enthusiasm. "Yeah," Allison agreed. "I wish we had you on our team." "You fucked every guy on your team?" Joe asked. "No, just a few," Allison replied. "We've got a peephole into the boys' shower room at our school. Most of the guys have tiny dicks so we go after the few who are well-endowed." "But no one's got anything like you," Patti added. "I wish I was on your team right now," Joe said. "The winning team." "That really has you bummed out, doesn't it?" Patti asked with sensitivity. "I lost a college scholarship tonight, not just the game." He turned off the showers and they all dried off. "College isn't everything, Joe," Allison said. "There are other things you can do." "Not me. There's not much else I can do well." "Oh, yes there is!" the girls chimed in unison. "I can't make a living doing that." "Yes, you can." "I don't want to be a male prostitute." "Most guys would kill to be hung like you and know how to use it," Allison noted. "I'm not most guys." "No, you're certainly not," Patti said. "I'm sorry you're so down about this." "I'm just concerned about my future. I'm out of high school with nothing to do." "What were you going to do during the summer?" "Get a job." "You can still do that," Allison said, as though it was an original idea. "And you can still go to college." "I don't have the money to go to college." Patti could see that Joe's depressive mood was clouding his judgement and causing him to react negatively. She truly understood what it was like to have so much riding on a single situation. Maybe a change of subject or even an activity would help to cheer him up. "Why don't you come out with Allison and me. Maybe it'll perk you up." "Thanks, but I'm really not in the mood to party." "That's a terrific idea," Allison agreed. "And then we can go to Patti's house. Her parents are out of town for the weekend. We'll have the whole house to ourselves." She took on a devilish grin. "Then we can really make you forget your worries." With the hot action they just had in the shower, Joe knew that taking them up on their offer would really make his fantasies come true. That's why he almost couldn't believe that he was turning them down. "Maybe some other time. I just wouldn't be much good tonight." "You already were." "I'm sorry. I'm really not in the mood." They left the locker room and walked to the parking lot. Only one car remained. It belonged to Patti. "How are you getting home?" she asked. Joe suddenly realized that his friends had gone off and left him. That didn't help his downcast mood. He shrugged. "Guess I'll have to walk." "Come on," Patti said, "least we can do is give you a ride." Joe accepted without thought, and the last thing he remembered was climbing into the back seat of the car. He was so distraught, he simply fell asleep. * * * Needless to say, Joe had a very restless night. He never actually woke up, but he certainly tossed and turned quite a bit. Ironically, his unsettling slumber was not the result of the game loss or concern over his future. Instead, he had exhausting dreams about fucking and sucking Patti's and Allison's heavenly bodies. He shouldn't have been so stupid as to let them go. His dreams had been so intense, he awoke with a raging hard on, which he reached down to stroke even before opening his eyes. To his great surprise, he found that two tongues had gotten there first. This really woke him up! He sat up to see Allison and Patti devouring his pole with gusto. They were expert cocksuckers, and soon had him ready to spurt. Then, all of a sudden, they stopped. They huddled together for a second, ran and got some nylons, and tied him to the bed, spread-eagled. "What's going on? Where am I?" he asked, noticing that he was in a strange bedroom. "You fell asleep in the car last night," Patti explained. "We didn't have the heart to awaken you and we didn't know where you live, so we brought you to my house." He at least recalled them telling him last night that her parents were away for the weekend. "We've decided we're going to cheer you up even despite yourself," said Allison. "The stockings are to make sure you let us." Recalling the shower activity and his dreams, he decided he could use some cheering up. The two then proceeded to give him a show he would never forget. Slowly, they undressed each other, kissing, rubbing and sucking each other in a way that told him they were no strangers to each other's body. As they went down on each other in a sixty-nine, his tower of manhood reached its full nine inch height. Just as he thought he might come without even being touched, they stopped and left the room, halting him on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm. They were gone for a half-hour, making Joe think they had left, leaving him tied up. Soon, they came back carrying a bowl of steaming liquid and a towel. They slid the towel under his buttocks and got up on the bed. Then Allison showed him their other surprise. Pouring out of the bowl onto his straining muscle of love was warm honey! They both just laughed as he squirmed in ecstasy. "Come on, Patti, let's finish our breakfast," giggled Allison as she dove down to coax honey of a different kind from his sticky organ. "A growing boy like Joe needs his nourishment too," moaned Allison as she planted her juicy, naked beaver on his face. Allison, meanwhile, had just about licked all of the honey from his cock and balls and was fucking his asshole with her tongue. Never had Joe been in such ecstasy. Sensing almost telepathically that he was about to come, she grabbed his dick and squeezed, cutting off the flow of semen even before it started. She then untied him and got down on her hands and knees. "Fuck me like a dog!" she commanded. Joe needed no more coaxing than that. He put his cock against her sopping wet bush, grabbed her bouncing breasts, and plunged in with all his strength. As he banged Allison, Patti used her tongue on her friend's clit and his balls while she fingered herself. After an indeterminable amount of time, during which Patti came, Allison and Joe came together in an explosive orgasm. When he pulled out they were all happy to see that he was still hard. Patti said, "Now would be a good time to shove that pecker up my ass." Joe was quick to oblige. Meanwhile, Allison had disappeared, but soon returned with a strap-on dildo. She put it on, slid under Patti and Joe and shoved it into Patti's steaming cunt. After they all caught the rhythm, it was just a matter of time before they came together in an orgasm that put all others to shame. All physically spent, the three rested for a while in relative silence. Finally, Patti asked Joe, "Has this therapy helped you to forget your worries?" He shrugged. "Forget? No. But my concern is a bit more rational." "We're glad to help," said Allison. "You girls are incredible. How did you become so good at this?" "Actually, this is the first time we've done all of this," answered Patti. "You're the first guy who has been able to go the distance. You're the one who is incredible." They were amazed to discover that it was nearly noon, so Patti fixed them lunch. She had not seen fit to dress to prepare the meal, and as a result, Allison and Joe dressed accordingly. As they ate the sandwiches, Joe could not get over the scene. Here he was having lunch with these two gorgeous girls—in the nude—after spending the entire morning having the wildest sex he had ever experienced. Joe had had sex before, but nothing like this! Just back seat stuff. This he could get used to. Maybe Patti and Allison were right. Maybe he could do this for a living. "Are you worrying about your future again?" asked Patti with a lighthearted frown. He smirked. "Yes, but in a very different way." He told them. "Would you really want to be a male prostitute?" asked Patti. "No. Like any job, it would probably become tiresome and boring. But I wouldn't mind having a job in which I happened upon girls like you from time to time." Patti and Allison exchanged knowing glances. "Carrie," they said in chorus. "Carrie?" Joe repeated. Patti explained. "Carrie owns a rather unique party business. She plans and caters all kinds of parties. And I mean all kinds. She's always looking for good looking guys. She might be interested in you." "Many of her clients are rich and influential people. Maybe you could connect with someone who could do you some good, pull some strings to get you a scholarship." Joe thought about it for a minute. "Sounds intriguing. You know her?" "We've used her service a few times," admitted Patti. "I think I know her well enough to put you in touch with her." "Well, I wouldn't mind talking to her." "Great. I'll give her a call after dessert." "Dessert?" Joe repeated, slowly realizing she didn't mean food. With playful looks on their faces, the girls led Joe back into the bedroom. On the bed, Joe noticed that Allison's nipples were rock hard and looked like they were just waiting to be sucked. He instantly set about performing that task. She began moaning softly as his tongue played with her tits. His cock brushed against her dripping, succulent pussy. Patti's beautiful blonde pussy was also glistening with love juice. She moved in closer to Joe and Allison. Joe still had his mouth full of Allison's tits, so Patti slid down on the bed and began caressing his throbbing dick with her warm lips and mouth. The combination of the cool room air and her hot mouth on his rod was unbelievable, and if that wasn't enough, she used her tongue like a master, continuously sliding it up and down and around. While Patti was driving Joe to ecstasy on his lower half, he decided it was his turn to start dishing out the same to Allison. Because he had no intention to ask Patti to stop what she was doing, he decided to remain on his back. He gently lifted Allison's leg across his chest and brought it to his shoulders so she was above him, her wet pussy just above his mouth. She immediately leaned back and lowered herself to his lips, at which time he let his tongue do some talking on her lower lips. She tasted great, and the sight of her pussy and bouncing boobs, coupled with Patti's excellent head work, produced sensations in him that were indescribable. Allison must have been enjoying it immensely, because after only about a minute and a half of his eating her, she came in a body-shuddering explosion of pleasure. Joe could feel the vibrations of her deep moans all the way down to her pussy. The sounds of Allison's ecstasy really had an effect on Patti, as she worked her tongue and lips in a frenzied passion on Joe's dick, bringing him to a titanic orgasm that seemed to last forever. The fact that she hungrily licked and swallowed every drop of come in the process helped make him even more eager and anxious for what was to follow. College isn't Everything Allison said that she was ready for some heavy artillery if Joe's cannon was ready for a second round of firing. If he had any doubts, they disappeared when she switched places with Patti and wrapped her warm, sensuous lips around his still-smoking gun. He could tell that Patti was more than ready herself when she placed her knees on either side of his shoulders; all he could see was a dripping wet cunt ready for his anxious tongue. Patti liked to talk about what was happening, as long as her mouth wasn't full of something that would prevent it. Performing oral sex on her was no exception. She liked it and she said so, over and over again. Patti was enjoying Joe's hot tongue in her snatch so much that it took her only a short time to come. Just before she did, he pulled her slightly to him so he could put her whole clit in his mouth. As she came, he reached up and grabbed her swollen tits. She pressed them forward even harder into his warm hands, her nipples still hard and erect, pressing into his palms. Allison had since climbed on top of Joe's dick and was moving her hips in a sensuous, snaky rotation. She seemed tireless, and though she wasn't talking, it was clear that she very much enjoyed having his rod up her tight, juicy cunt. Once it slid inside her, it was like it had found a new home. As she moved up, down and sideways, she never once let it come out. Her movements became more rapid, and he reached down and massaged her clitoris with one hand while he played with her boobs with the other. The contrast of her white tits with her highly tanned body, coupled with her wild hip action, sent shock waves of pleasure through his entire body and brought him to a second momentous orgasm. She moaned loudly as he pumped harder until they both virtually collapsed in exhaustion. A minute later, Joe looked over at Patti, who was lying on her stomach next to him. He didn't think he had anything left to give—Allison had nearly drained him—but the sight of Patti's beautiful ass sticking curvaceously up from the rest of her body brought his spirits up for one more round of revelry. Incredibly, his enlarged, reddened dick came back as rock-hard as when they had begun. He got on top of Patti and gently slid his rod into her still very wet and very receptive cunt. She sighed and immediately began responding to his long probe between her legs. She began moving her hips in a circular motion to get the full feeling of his plunging deep inside her. After a few minutes of this ecstasy, he moved back on his knees, reached under the front of her hips, and lifted her up so he could fuck her doggy-style. He played with her firm, full tits while they both moved back and forth forcefully. She began to vocalize their action, only this time he joined in. The pace became furious. Joe reached around her and began massaging her clitoris, at which point she began crying and pounding her ass back even harder against his pelvis. Her love sounds brought both of them to powerful, screaming orgasms. After a few minutes, they all got up, showered, and dressed. Patti then fulfilled her promise, excused herself and called Carrie Parker. Joe could only imagine what she told Carrie about him, but whatever it was, Carrie was interested in talking to him Monday morning. The girls did their best to convince Joe to stay with them for the rest of the weekend, but he joked that if he did, he might not be able to walk on Monday morning. Besides, his parents were probably wondering where he was. What he didn't tell them was that he was so tired he just wanted to go home and sleep until Monday morning, which he did between meals and a pep talk from his parents. * * * Joe slept poorly again Sunday night because he had started worrying again. But this time, his anxiety was not about the loss of the scholarship or his future. He had never been on a job interview before and he didn't know what to say or how to act. His father attempted to coach him, but his nervousness prevented much of it from sinking in. It occurred to Joe that he really didn't know what kind of job he was applying for, so he was uncertain how he should dress for the interview. Beyond Patti's description of Carrie's business, he didn't know what job might be available. After trying on several articles of clothing, Joe opted for casual but nice slacks and a short sleeve shirt. Joe's tension was relieved to a small degree by the gorgeous creature who greeted him when he entered the waiting room of Carrie's Parties, Inc. She introduced herself as Rita. Joe was instantly smitten by her understated beauty. He had thought that Patti and Allison were beautiful, but they had nothing on Rita. Her semi-tight T-shirt and jeans hinted at a perfectly proportioned, shapely body that included generous but not oversized breasts, a well-rounded rear and long, statuesque legs. That and her pleasant demeanor would make working here interesting. Joe had no preconceptions of what Carrie Parker would look like beyond the fact that she was in her early thirties. But even with no expectations, he was not prepared for the woman who stepped out of her office. She looked almost like a young Ann-Margret: a flaming, long red mane, hourglass figure, big breasts, shapely hips and legs. Her fair skin was heavily made up—unlike Rita, who wore virtually no make-up. "Hi, I'm Carrie," she said in a satiny smooth, sexy voice. She extended her right hand with its nicely manicured, long, pink-colored nails. Joe stood and accepted her hand, cautiously reminding himself not to squeeze it. "Joe Tyrrell." "Come in," she instructed, and then she turned, showing off a behind that was as round and shapely as everything else about her. "Patti spoke highly of you. Do you know her well?" The vision of the woman alone restored Joe's nervousness. Then, he didn't know how to answer the question. If he said he didn't know her well, would that affect his chances? How much had Patti exaggerated? "We've spent some time together." Carrie nodded, then said, "You seem very athletic. Do you play sports?" Joe simply nodded, not wanting to go into the baseball story if it wasn't necessary. She followed up with a series of questions about school, his home life and his plans. He gave mostly short but positive answers based on the advice his father had given him that sank in. As to his future, he mentioned that he eventually hoped to go to college once he could put away some money. "You're not too talkative, are you?" she observed. Joe forced a smile. "This is my first job interview. I'm a little nervous." He was not being entirely truthful. The other part of the problem was that he was finding it difficult to concentrate what with having to stare at the line of cleavage that her tight V-neck sweater exposed. Carrie returned the smile. "No need to be. I don't bite." I'd like to bite you, Joe thought. "I'll tell you what we do here, Joe," she went on. "Mostly, we plan parties for people. All kinds of parties. Parties that are different. Virtually no request is turned down, no party is too small or too complicated. We have a small regular staff that consists of my assistant, Rita, whom you've already met; our cook, Dixie; and of course, me. You would be our fourth regular employee. We hire additional people just to work big parties. What I primarily need you for now is heavy stuff and deliveries. Can you handle that?" "Sure," Joe answered eagerly. "Eventually, we'll get you into bigger responsibilities, such as working parties. If you're interested, I can start you at the minimum wage." "Does that mean the job is mine?" Joe asked excitedly. "It does." "That's great! When do I start?" "You can start now, if you like," offered Carrie, pleased by Joe's enthusiasm. Joe had not noticed it when he arrived, but there was another room connected to the waiting room that Carrie used to sell retail party supplies. He spent the remainder of the day organizing and restocking shelves. Every half hour or so, either Carrie or Rita would pop in to see how he was doing. Each time, Joe found it hard to concentrate on getting back to work because Carrie was so sexy and Rita was so beautiful. The former chatted with him during her visits, which he found quite satisfying and somewhat alluring. The latter, on the other hand, was a bit shy, so it was Joe who tried to strike up a conversation. At first, it was slow-going. But by the end of the day, she warmed up. He hoped that in time she would warm up enough for him to ask her out on a date. Beyond an introduction at lunch time, that was the only contact Joe had with Dixie, the elderly black cook. One of the job's benefits was that Dixie usually prepared lunch for everyone when they were all around the office at noon. It was also further opportunity to socialize with Carrie and Rita. By the end of the first work day, Joe was thrilled with the job. The food was great and he got to watch Carrie and Rita. What more could he ask for? The next day was just as satisfying; perhaps more so. The added pleasure came from assisting Rita with two deliveries. She was considerably more talkative, but still aloof. Still, it was enjoyable. She even wore tighter clothes, which he let himself think was for his benefit, though he really knew better. The apparel did confirm what else he already knew: Rita did have an incredibly perfect body. By Wednesday, Joe knew he had found a home. For the most part, they stopped treating him like he was new and they talked more freely around him. While Rita continued to be more personable, Joe knew they still had a way to go. As far as Carrie was concerned, an incident Wednesday afternoon told him he had made it with her—literally. Being the only male, and then having women who looked liked Carrie and Rita, was sometimes very frustrating for Joe. It was hard for him not to walk around much of the time with a serious bulge in his pants. It caused him to take a risk with Carrie that could have had damaging results. Instead, it turned out to be very worthwhile. He went into her office late in the afternoon to ask her a question about a box of party supplies. When he entered, he noticed that she was rubbing and twisting her neck. "With your sports training, are you any good at working out the kinks?" she asked him. "I have a crick in my neck that's just killing me." Joe told her that he could probably do a fairly decent job. As soon as he began massaging her neck, he understood why it must have really been bothering her. The muscles were knotted and tense. They casually chatted as he kneaded her neck, gradually working harder and harder into the muscles. When he used his thumbs to massage the muscles at the base of her neck, he seemed to have found the right spot. "You wouldn't believe how good that feels," Carrie said. "I never could find anyone who gave good neck rubs." "I'm available anytime." "Great," she said, "you really know how to find the places that hurt." However, two things continued to get in the way: her hair and the collar of her blouse. Joe bunched her hair together and hung it around one side of her neck, which pretty well got it out of the way. As for the collar, he matter-of-factly told her that it was proving to be an obstacle. "Would you mind folding it under so it's out of the way?" he asked. Instead, much to his surprise, she reached up and undid the top two buttons and arranged it so that her neck and shoulders were left bare. Up to this point, Joe hadn't considered any sexual overtones. But he was beginning to get turned on now. He could feel his cock shifting around in his pants. Looking down over her, he could see the beginnings of the wonderful cleavage formed by her bountiful breasts. And with his hands touching her and so close to those more desirable areas of flesh, he couldn't keep his mind off the possibilities offered by the situation, particularly since both Rita and Dixie were gone for the day. He figured that as long as he kept the neck rub going and was subtle enough, she wouldn't really notice any brief explorations his hands might make. Joe thought that if he made his advances slow enough and kept up the pretenses of the massage, she would remain uncertain of what he was doing. With her neck and shoulders now uncovered, Joe began massaging over a wider area—up and down the nape of her neck, into the batch of muscles near her collar bone, then over her shoulders, across where her bra straps pressed into her skin. He cupped each shoulder in the palms of his hands and then, with his thumbs, began working into the muscles at the top of her shoulder blades. Between his imagination and looking down her blouse, he had a hard on that made it difficult to stand. Her skin was beginning to flush from all the rubbing. Every once in the while Joe would ease up in order to rest his hands. He would lightly run his fingers and fingernails over her shoulders. Evidently, she liked this soft touch as much as the deep massage, because she let out a long, satisfied sigh and said, "That feels so good, so relaxing." Gently scratching his nails over her skin, he began letting his fingers follow along her bra straps. He could see the top curves of her breasts as he was standing over and behind her. It was a voyeur's paradise. He became a bit more daring with his hands. His fingers moved down her front several inches, and then back up. Joe returned to the deep, hard rubbing and concentrated again on her shoulders. After a while, he began running his fingers under the straps of her bra to get at every part of her shoulder. He was massaging her quite vigorously to keep her mind off what he was actually up to. Putting his fingers under her straps, he moved them outward a couple of inches. There were strap marks imprinted in the skin, and he rubbed his fingers into them until they had all but disappeared. Carrie's head was still bent over, and she seemed completely relaxed and lost in the pleasure that Joe's hands were giving. He decided that it was time to try to gain more territory, so with his hands still continuing the neck rub, he slowly managed to push her bra straps over the edge of her shoulders. By this time, Joe was really turned on. With her straps loose on her arms, her bra released an even more revealing view of her breasts. He had never wanted to touch anything as much as he now wanted to put his hands on her breasts. She seemed completely oblivious to the wonderful view of her tits she was giving him. Joe's hands were now able to cover a large expanse of Carrie's neck and shoulders. He would start high up on her neck, then work down and out across her shoulders, down the top of her arms, constantly kneading muscles. Every time he got to her arms, he would go a little farther down, pushing her bra straps and blouse lower and lower. Then he would work back up to her neck and start over again. Between gravity and his unnoticed pushes, more and more of her flesh was revealed to his eyes. It wasn't too long before he could gaze down on almost her entire breasts, loosely hidden by just the barest of covering now. When she exhaled, he could see the large, pink areolas in the middle of her beautiful boobs. A couple more nudges at her dangling bra straps and even her nipples were to be seen, stiff and protruding. Moving his hands down from her shoulders, Joe began softly stroking the line of flesh that led to that now deliciously wide-open cleavage. Carrie moaned softly and undid another button of her blouse. Joe bent down and lightly kissed her neck and shoulders. With both hands, he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. The last vestiges of covering fell away from her breasts as he pushed her blouse and bra down around her waist. His hands cupped those magnificent tits. He put his tongue gently into her ear. Her nipples were hard, begging for attention. Turning her face toward him, her hot tongue found his mouth. Her kissing was frantic and wild. Joe edged around in front of her and let his tongue work down from her lips to those two exquisite globes. Carrie threw her head back as he kissed his way down her neck. He licked the valley between her breasts, then sucked long and hard on her nipples, moving from one to the other, his tongue never stopping. Carrie moaned, "That feels so good." Still kissing and sucking on her breasts, Joe moved his right hand to her knees and slowly ran it up her skirt. She parted her legs. The inside of her thighs quivered with desire. He was especially turned on by the smooth feel of her stockings on those firm thighs. Then he found his hand running along her garter belt, and finally touched her panties. He lightly ran his fingers over the delicate material that covered her cunt. It was so wet that he could easily feel the outline of her pussy lips through the thin, damp panties. He rubbed where her clit would be, and as if by an involuntary reflex, her legs parted. Joe moved his finger in under the elastic of her panties. Her cunt was hot and gushing wet. The curls of her pubic hair were already slick from her pussy juices. He slid his forefinger into her. She thrust her hips forward to force his finger all the way in. He slowly finger-fucked her, and with his other hand he began pulling her panties down. She raised her rear off the chair and he slid her panties down off her ankles. Then he put another finger into her, and a third. She looked down on him as he continued sucking on her tits. "I'm so horny I can't stand it anymore," she said. "Please take off your pants and fuck me." While Joe quickly undressed, she got up and sat on the edge of her desk with her skirt hiked up and her cunt glistening with wetness. "I can't believe this is happening," she said as she watched him. When she saw his cock, hard and ready, she let out a deep sigh of anticipation. "Come here and slide your dick into me nice and slow. I want to feel it go in." He stepped up to her and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him toward her. He could feel her firm breasts flattened between their two bodies, her hard, pointed nipples poking into his chest. His cock nestled momentarily in the warm, wet lips of her cunt and then found the entrance. As it slid into her, their tongues entwined. Joe felt her fingernails dig into his butt as she thrust herself against him. She brought her feet up and rested them on the edge of the desk, so he could penetrate her as far as possible. When Carrie came, she bit her teeth into his shoulder. He felt the spasms in her pussy as she tightened down on his prick. It made the friction of their fucking that much more incredibly pleasurable. Joe's cock stiffened as he reached the point where he couldn't hold back his orgasm anymore. He was pounding Carrie, and then his cock felt like it was exploding. Groaning, he pressed his mouth into hers. He felt the hot spurts of his jism shoot into her vagina. She lay back on the desk, and he collapsed on top of her. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, resting. They just wrapped themselves up into each other's body to wind down. Then they got dressed, never saying anything. But right before Joe left her office, she gave him a long, deep kiss, and said, "I think I'm going to get a nice, soft rug for the floor." * * * Sexually, it seemed that striking out in the baseball game on Friday night had been the best thing to happen to Joe Tyrrell. In the five days that followed that event, Joe had gotten laid more than in all the time prior to it. And each one was a new and exciting experience: in the locker room, unbelievable oral sex, threesomes in a variety of positions, with an older woman, on a desk. Not only did it lead to a job, but a great job where the benefits just kept improving. Now, if only he could have Rita! College isn't Everything As pleasurable as it had been, Joe was somewhat concerned about what he and his boss had done. Though Carrie had participated eagerly, even asking him to fuck her, and definitely had been satisfied, he hoped she would still feel that way in the morning and not decide that he had taken advantage of her. However, each time that concern occurred to him during the night, he conjured up an image of that red-haired pussy, and all he could then think of was eating it. Not even in magazines had he seen a red-haired pussy. But that thought was not very comforting the next morning when he arrived at work and Carrie immediately called him into her office. At first, he thought he might get his dining wish, but then she told him to sit down. That was when he became worried. With absolutely no reference to what happened the day before, Carrie asked, "Can you dance?" Joe was a bit taken aback by the question. He was, after all, expecting a reprimand. Though it was a very simple inquiry, he frowned as though he could not understand what she had asked. Finally, he answered, tentatively, "Yes." "Well?" He shrugged. "Well enough." With a nod, Carrie explained. "There's a group of six wealthy, successful businesswomen—all in their thirties—who get together whenever their busy schedules allow, usually every couple of months. It's their opportunity to unwind. They spend a lot of money with me on these gatherings. I call them the wild bunch. One of them just went through a nasty divorce. It's her birthday this weekend and the others want to do something special for her. They want a young, good-looking, well-built, and I quote 'well-hung' guy to pop out of a cake and do a strip-tease for her. Are you interested?" Joe saw this coming when Carrie told him what the other women wanted. It raised some questions in his mind. "Is that why you hired me?" Carrie thought she understood the nature of his question. "No, I didn't even know about this at that time." It was the truth, and she knew what his next question was going to be. "And yesterday afternoon . . . ." "That's not why it happened. It was exactly what it seemed, strictly spontaneous. But I will tell you that once I saw the size of your tool, I knew you were the man I wanted for the job. You'll be paid extra, and if the women like you, there'll be some great tips. It might even lead to more parties. And Rita and I will be there to help you through it. What do you say?" "Do I have to strip totally naked?" "No. Just down to string briefs. Most of your behind will be exposed, but your penis will be covered. They just want to see the bulge." He had pretty well already decided to do it—for a variety of reasons: of course the extra money, and the thrill of dancing for six probably horny women. But the mention of Rita's name clinched it. "Okay, I'll do it." They spent the remainder of the week preparing for the party: selecting the appropriate music, choreography and the art of stripping. Rita was in on most of it, but she treated it all as part of her job. If it affected her beyond that, she didn't let it show. Joe hoped that it would open her up more, but it didn't seem to. * * * The big night came and Joe was ready. He arrived at the home of Judy Severs (the parties rotated to each woman in the group) early enough to watch the women arrive. Joe felt butterflies in his stomach—just like before a big game. Carrie and Rita were already there and had set out plenty of food and champagne, and for dessert, a huge cake—with him for the icing. The plan was for him to wait in the back room until it was time to make his entrance. From there, he listened and watched through a barely opened door. The early stages of the party were given to eating, drinking and talking. And those women could drink! From their conversations, Joe determined that three, including the divorcee, were high-powered businesswomen. The other two were the wives of high-powered businessmen who were smart enough to converse with their friends about business matters. Apparently, the divorcee's husband felt threatened by her business position. It amazed Joe to listen to these women because, while they appeared to be educated and refined, some of the language they used sounded like what he once heard in the locker room. And the more they drank, the more colorful their expletives became. Joe's attention was really captured when the risque went beyond the words used and into the subject matter. Joe really hadn't paid much attention to what the women looked like. But now that sex was their topic, he took a closer look. All were dressed in what he considered businesswoman attire: the two wives in one-piece dresses, the other four in short skirts and jackets or blazers. They were all fairly attractive, he now noticed, and at this point, he would be hard pressed to select a favorite. The short skirts all had nice legs, and the entire group sported breasts of all sizes. Hair styles were mostly short to shoulder length in a variety of colors. The party was nearing the end of its first hour, and was only now getting interesting for Joe. As the women became more inebriated, there seemed to be less concern about maintaining their lady-like graces. Skirts were not pulled down as the hemlines inched up, a couple of blazers had been removed—one of which revealed a pair of grapefruit-sized breasts and a see-through white, collarless pullover shirt. The problem this provided for Joe was that he now had a gigantic erection. He couldn't pop out of the cake like that. But as luck would have it, Rita came in to tell him it was time. "What's wrong?" Rita asked. "You have a distressed look on your face." "The more these women drink, the more uninhibited they become." "Is that a problem for you?" "I've just never been exposed to anything like it before. I . . ." "What?" He shrugged. She looked down, saw his erection. "You're aroused?" "You could say that," he responded hesitantly. "Well, that's what they want to see. But be careful," Rita cautioned, "once they really get drunk, they might be all over you." "What do you mean, when they really get drunk? I think they are already." "No, they're just happy right now. When they really get drunk, they're wild." He rolled his eyes. "Have you ever done this?" Joe asked. "Yes. I got so into it and these horny guys were egging me on that I ended up stripping all the way. Some of them started touching and feeling and . . . well, it's not important." Joe thought that there might be more to the story. "Did you let it go further?" Rita shook her head, as though uncomfortable to discuss it further. She simply answered, "I'm not into group sex." "Will it go that far here?" "You can't tell with these women." "If it does, will you hold it against me?" "I don't follow," Rita said with a frown. "I was hoping it might be possible for us to go out some time." "Like on a date?" "Yes." She smiled. "Well, it's not impossible." "All right. Soon?" "We'll talk about it later. Now, you better get inside." Joe nodded as he climbed into the cake. Carrie appeared just as Rita was closing him in. "Knock 'em dead," his boss said. The two then wheeled out the cake as the women sang "Happy Birthday, Megan." Joe crouched inside the cake until they finished singing, and waited for his music to start. When he heard his cue, he emerged, dressed in a little loincloth, looking like a roman gladiator. The whistles and cheers boosted his already intense feelings. Off came the helmet he was wearing, followed by the arm bracelets. The shouts of "Take it off!" nearly drowned out the music. Slowly, he removed his loincloth and started to dance around the room, being pinched here and grabbed there. Even though it was unexpected, he was starting to love every minute of it. He reflected that feeling in his dance, which became more and more provocative. By now, the only thing keeping him decent was his G-string, and with the raging hard on he had, it wasn't much help. Shouts of "Let's see more" and "Take it all off!" rang through the room. This was as far as Joe was supposed to strip down. However, seeing six women letting loose, lusting to see a naked male body, was driving him wild. Two women were flashing their tits and two others raised their skirts to reveal their panties and garter belts, and all the while Joe was being constantly touched, and it was making him crazy. He was so hot he could have come any second. As his last song neared its halfway point, Joe became so electrified that he danced his way to the front of the room. He quickly removed the G-string and stood motionless in front of the lusty ladies. Then he slowly walked through the entire group, wanting any or all of them to look, touch and admire his fully erect cock. One woman fell to her knees in front of him and grabbed his dick, engulfing it with her mouth. He thought he was going to shoot his load immediately, but as quick as it was down her throat, it was out again. Next, three women led him over to the birthday girl, took her hands, and wrapped them around his erection. Then came the most memorable part of an unforgettable evening. All six knelt down in a line. The first took his tool in her mouth and gave it a good hard suck. After that, Joe stepped down the line allowing each lady to take a taste of his raging meat. When he got to the end of the line he was dizzy with excitement and could barely see straight. The last woman on her knees was Megan, who looked somewhat apprehensive. She looked up at him she said, "I've never done this before." "That's okay," Joe said, "I hope you saved room for dessert. I've got some cream for you." She opened her mouth like she was going to the dentist. He was so ready to shoot his load, he merely stuck his cock in her mouth and fired. As Megan slurped his come, the room burst out in cheers. "That does it for me!" Agnes said. She moved in closer, put her arms around Joe's neck and pressed her lips against his. He had already picked Agnes as his favorite among the six women. He liked her blonde hair, she had the nicest breasts (not the largest, either) and legs, and she was cute. She rubbed her body against his, particularly her pubic area against his exposed penis. With no real thought for what he was doing, Joe's arms went around her, and he boldly grabbed her shapely rear, pulling her against him. This made her kiss him more passionately. Someone's hands were caressing his buttocks; he knew it wasn't Agnes because her arms were still around his neck. "Come on, Agnes, don't be greedy," someone said. Agnes slowly stepped aside, but not without grabbing Joe's rod and pulling on it a couple of times. Judy stepped in next, immediately smothering his lips with hers. She then kissed a line down his chest and abdomen until she reached his throbbing manhood, which had once again risen for the occasion, then slid as much of it into her mouth as she could handle—slightly more than half. Joe's legs were weakening. He closed his eyes, having never experienced anything so wonderful. The other women supported him as Judy's tongue worked its magic. She alternately licked the shaft tenderly, sucked the glans gently and took the full length down her throat. In Joe's already charged state, he lasted only minutes before spewing what seemed like gallons of semen in her mouth. Some of it she swallowed, but the rest she stood and shared with Cathy in a French kiss. If that wasn't enough to arouse him again, Sue squatted down and licked him clean. "Grade A prime!" Judy remarked. Joe glanced around and discovered Joanne sitting on the sofa. To his surprise, she had her skirt hiked up around her waist, had removed her panties and pantyhose, and had her legs spread wide. She beckoned him to come to her. "Come see my pussy." Joe swung his head around to the other women. "Go ahead," Agnes urged. Joe went over to Joanne and dropped to his knees in front of her. She grabbed his head and pulled it closer to her womanly opening. "Give it a big kiss while you're there," she instructed. He complied—several times. "That's nice. Now lick it." Again, he willingly did as she asked. "Mmmmm. Good. Lick all over." Finally, Joanne threw her head back and started moaning and groaning. Then she flooded his face with her climactic juices. She never really let go of his head, but at this point, she pulled it closer as though trying to jam it all the way into her opening. After that, she suddenly went limp. Joe looked up to find her head back against the sofa and her eyes closed as though she had passed out. But at least she had a big smile on her face. Finally, she looked down at him, and seeing his face smeared with her juices, she pulled him up to kiss him. She guided him around so that he was lying on the sofa on his back with his head in her lap. When Joanne broke the suction it seemed she had on his face and eased from under his head, Joe thought he would finally get a breather. But that was not to be. Within seconds, a totally nude Judy climbed onto the sofa and sat on his face. "Do me like you did Joanne." Joe was hardly in a position to argue—not that he wanted to anyway. Judy had a totally different taste than Joanne, and that surprised him. From this position, he was able to wiggle his tongue from side to side across her clitoris. She cooed her pleasure. Looking up, all he could see was the underside of her bouncing breasts. These were the grapefruits, and Joe's hands naturally reached for them. Of all the breasts he had felt before, never had he touched any this size. They were magnificent! Playing with them and pulling on her nipples made Judy wilder. The heat of the moment caused Joe to nibble on her clitoris. He was about to stop, thinking he was hurting her, but then she started screaming, "Oh, yes!" then started rocking back and forth frantically. "Oh, yes! I'm coming, I'm coming!" If she didn't rub his nose off of his face, he thought sure she would drown him in a flood of her juices, so violent was her orgasm. Finally, she stopped and fell against the backrest of the sofa. Joe needed relief again. When he eyed a now totally nude Megan, he knew he was about to get it. She led him over to the dining table and bent over it, guiding his throbbing cock into her wet pussy. His hands found her tits and he squeezed them as they bucked wildly. He drove his dick in and out of her hole, pulling out until the tip just split her cunt lips, then diving back in so that his entire shaft filled her completely. Meanwhile, Agnes, now also unclothed, had climbed up on the table and stood in front of him so that her pussy was just within licking distance. For a few glorious minutes they fucked, sucked and bucked until all three reached orgasms at nearly the same time. Now totally exhausted, Joe looked for the nearest chair and collapsed. Most of the women were in a similar state. However, even though the two married women, Cathy and Sue, had chosen to preserve the sanctity of their marriages by abstaining from the erotic activities, they were not immune from the effect of it. Both had their hands between their legs and had fingered themselves to their own kind of pleasure. That was the last thing Joe remembered with any clarity. He knew he had dressed himself and drove home, but when he woke up Sunday afternoon, he had no recollection of exactly how he had accomplished that. His parents asked how the party went. Beforehand, he had told them only that he was "working" it, and it was clear from their comments that they thought he was acting as a waiter. Since he allowed them to go on believing that, he deemed it necessary to say no more than it went well. His mother told him that a girl named Patti had called for him and seemed anxious to get in touch with him. She gave her son Patti's number, but he didn't call her. He was sure he knew what she wanted, and after last night, he was just not "up" to giving it to her. * * * When Joe arrived at work on Monday morning, Carrie again called him into her office. Visions of the red-haired pussy danced in his head, but as before, he would not taste it this time, either. Once more, he thought he might be in trouble, but he quickly realized that this was a conditioned response carried over from school. Trouble was the only reason he had ever been called into the principal's office. But as far as this job was concerned, visits to the boss' office were becoming positive experiences. "You were a big hit!" Carrie said happily. "They loved you." "Did you know it was going to turn into an orgy?" "No, I didn't," she replied, studying him for a moment. "Are you okay with that?" With a smirk, Joe answered with another question. "Did it look like it bothered me?" "I don't know, I thought you looked kind of bored," she joked. "The fact is, with that group, you never know what's going to happen. Although, it's never gotten that wild." "How do you feel about it?" "It doesn't bother me that it happened as long as you—as an employee of mine—didn't start it. We're there to serve. Sometimes those things are going to happen and sometimes not. That's not to say I encourage it, either. But if it is going to happen, its extremely important to be discreet. People such as these women hire us because they know they can let their hair down—which they really did this time—and no one who didn't attend the party will know about it. In particular, don't go brag to your friends. Do you understand?" "I've never been one to kiss and tell." Carrie nodded. "That's an attitude that will not only serve you well here, but all through life." She handed him an envelope. "Your first paycheck. You'll find a little something extra." Joe anxiously opened it and found a check for his regular pay and $100 in cash. "Thanks!" he said excitedly. "Thank you." She picked up another envelope and held it out. "Would you mind dropping this bill for the party off at Ms. Severs' house on your way home? She might even offer you another bonus." "Not at all," he said, eagerly taking the second envelope. * * * Joe arrived at Judy Severs's home naively thinking he was simply delivering the bill for the party. She answered wearing a tennis outfit, which she filled out rather well. "Well, hello," she said greeting him. "Carrie asked me to drop this off," Joe explained, holding the envelope out for her to take. "Oh, okay. Should I mail it or do you want to come in and wait for the check?" "Whatever's convenient." "Come in. It'll only take a minute." He wondered if she was purposely swinging her ass so seductively as he followed her or if that was the way she normally walked. "You did a wonderful job at the party," Judy was saying. "Megan went through a nasty divorce recently and this party was just what she needed." "My pleasure." It amused Joe that these people, including Carrie, talked about what happened at the party so casually, as though he had done nothing more than serve food. As she took out her checkbook and sat at the dining room table that he had banged Agnes and Megan on, she made idle conversation. "Did someone say you were an athlete?" "Yes." "What sport do you play?" "Mostly baseball." She handed him the check. "Ever play tennis?" "I've knocked a few balls around." "Are you up for a game now? Agnes is over. We were just going out to play. We'd love to have you join us." He remembered the blow job she gave him at the party, her grapefruit breasts, sucking her pussy, and of course, screwing Agnes—beautiful Agnes—on this table. Games other than tennis that required balls occurred to him. "Sure, I'd love to."