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Jennifer

By: rlfj



Chapter 1

It was a warm and sunny morning. In fact, Jennifer Reynolds thought, it was probably going to be a real scorcher. Jennifer did not look forward to the day's heat and humidity, as she was to graduate from junior college later that day. While upstate New York was generally cool and comfortable, today's forecast called for a temperature and humidity both in the high 90s. The thought of a heavy cap and gown filled her with prospects of heat prostration.

As Jennifer stepped from the shower, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror on her closet door. She smiled, for in her mind she was a pretty girl. In the minds of the male population of the school, she was astonishingly beautiful. For one thing, she was quite young. Due to a fluke in birthdays, and skipping an elementary school grade, Jennifer was graduating from her junior college only months after her 18th birthday.

Jennifer had honey-blond hair that hung to the middle of her back, and light blue eyes. Her face was a beautiful heart shape, with a small pert nose and large lush lips. Her 36" breasts were quite firm, with large dark nipples that were at least two inches in width and protruded at least an inch, Despite their D-cup size, her breasts did not sag. Her waist was a trim 22," flaring out smoothly into 34" hips. She knew that at 5'4" she was short, and made up for this by never wearing shoes with less than 3" high heels. Jennifer had a short torso, and this gave her a very long leg line. If the high heels caused her firm and rounded derriere and majestic chest to jut out, so much the better.

As Jennifer looked through her closet, she again thought that if she wasn't careful the heat would be unbearable. Some dumb bastard, she thought, was sure to wear a three piece suit under his robes, and end up in the hospital. Accordingly, she first slipped on a tiny pair of lace panties that barely covered her neatly trimmed bush. She then pulled on a light red cotton dress. The dress barely came to mid thigh, and hung loosely from thin "spaghetti" straps, showing considerable cleavage. Then Jennifer laced on some high heeled sandals. After one final approving look in the mirror, Jennifer grabbed her cap and gown, and trotted from the room.

***

By mid-afternoon Jennifer was sitting in the lobby of the Student Union waiting for her guests. It was deliciously cool in the Student Union, after the burning sun in the stadium. God, she thought, why couldn't they hold these things indoors. At least she had the brains to dress comfortably. While she had been uncomfortable, at least she hadn't been as miserable as some of her friends.

The cool air blowing down from an overhead vent soon had her silver dollar size nipples hardening. Looking down, she noticed that they were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her dress. She was sure that several of the men passing by had also noticed, and the thought did not displease her.

Just then, all such ideas passed from her mind, as she saw her mother and her Aunt Margaret come through the door. The three women had decided to meet at the Student Union after the ceremony, rather than spend an afternoon searching for each other in the hot stadium. She was very happy to see them, as they were undoubtedly her best friends in the world.

Aunt Margaret had flown in from her home in Nevada. The past few days she had been staying at Jennifer's mother's house, in a neighboring town. The two women, sisters, had spent the last few days talking and helping Jennifer pack her belongings and removing them from her dorm room.

Several men in the lobby also were noticing the two women walking up to Jennifer, for noticeable they were. For one thing, they were identical twins. For another, they were quite as attractive as Jennifer. Jennifer's mother, Alexandra, and her Aunt Margaret, were only 37 years old, and looked several years younger. They were both wearing light sundresses that showed their figures to perfection. In Alexandra's case, this highlighted a large and beautiful bosom. Margaret's sundress was several inches shorter than her sister's, and showcased gorgeous, long legs. Both women were wearing spike heels. Their dark, curly chestnut brown hair hung shoulder length, framing their faces, with large, dark brown eyes.

The three women hugged and decided to go downstairs to the lunchroom. They got a table, and talked about a variety of topics, including Jennifer's post-graduation plans and a number of the young men walking through. Jennifer was astonished by the explicit manner that her mother and aunt rated the boys. Although, once she thought about it, she realized it was nothing that she and her friends hadn't already done. Then she recognized a face she hadn't seen earlier.

"Bobby, over here. Bobby!" she called out. Bobby, a tall, good looking young man a few years older than Jennifer, heard her voice and looked around. Finally spying her waving hand, he turned to another person, said a few words, and headed their direction. Bobby had apparently felt the same way about the weather as Jennifer. He was wearing white tennis shorts, a white sport shirt, and deck shoes with no socks.

"Hi there, honey.," he said when he got to the table. Then he wrapped his arms around her, picked her up, and gave her a hard kiss on the lips. It lasted long enough to allow him to slip his tongue into her mouth, and he could tell Jennifer enjoyed it. In a few seconds, he set her back down and said, "What's up?"

"Bobby, I'd like to introduce you to my mother and my Aunt Margaret."

Unsurprisingly, Bobby's eyes opened widely and guiltily as he turned around to see the two older women. He had no idea any of Jennifer's relatives were nearby when he had embraced her, and turned bright red. Taking his right hand off of Jennifer's ass, he leaned over the table to shake hands. Alexandra smiled at him, while Margaret chuckled at his discomfort.

"I can safely say that you must be the Bobby that Jennifer has talked so much about.," said her aunt. Turning to her sister, she said, "Jennifer and Bobby have been going together all semester, you said?"

Bobby was saved from further embarrassment by the approach behind him of a middle aged man. Noticing him, he said, "Dad, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Jennifer, and her mother and aunt."

"Pleased to meet you all. Call me Hugh.," he said, smiling.

Although Jennifer wasn't noticing, Alexandra and Margaret certainly were. They both thought that Hugh was quite handsome. He was tall and slim, mid-40s, with graying hair and a graying mustache. Despite the heat and the obviously tailor made suit, he didn't seem to be sweating at all, and not a hair on his perfectly groomed head was out of place. Both women began considering the possibilities.

"I hope we haven't intruded. Bob was simply showing me around the campus." He smiled. "I suspect Bob was now going to see if he could show me the cash register as we went through the cafeteria line."

Alexandra spoke up first. "Please, you haven't intruded at all. Why don't you join us? I don't think either Bobby or Jennifer would mind."

"Really. Please sit down.," Margaret chimed in.

The women shifted around their seats. While Alexandra said this was so "...Bobby and Jennifer can sit together...," Jennifer noticed that when everyone was seated, both her mother and aunt were on opposite sides of Bobby's father, and sitting quite close to him. And Bobby's father wasn't minding at all.

Margaret then asked, "Is your mother here also, Bobby?"

Bobby turned rather somber, and seemed to have a hard time responding. He seemed relieved when his father interceded. "Bob's mother divorced me a few year's ago. She couldn't make it." Hugh seemed somewhat bitter about the matter. "Her only child, and she can't make the time." Looking at Alexandra, he asked, "And Alexandra? Is the same true for you? Your husband couldn't make the time?"

"My husband died six years ago, Hugh."

Hugh looked stricken. "My God, Alexandra. I had no idea. I am so sorry. Please forgive me, and excuse me." He moved his chair back to leave.

Alexandra and Margaret both grabbed an arm and dragged him back to the table. "You had no way to know, Hugh.," said Alexandra. "Please, Hugh, stay."

Margaret then said, "Jim and Alex had a wonderful marriage. But Jim had a heart attack several years ago. I'm sorry your marriage didn't turn out better."

Despite the faux pas, the small group got along well. They shortly got up and got into the cafeteria line, which Hugh insisted on paying for. Jennifer noticed that when they were in the line, both her aunt and her mother just "happened" to bump into Bobby's father. The bumps seemed rather drawn out affairs, more breast and crotch rubs than anything else. But she couldn't be sure, as Bobby hadn't noticed. She smiled to herself. Since she had crossed her legs earlier, Bobby hadn't noticed anything but her thighs and tits. Bobby's father didn't seem to mind the "bumps" either. He just smiled and tried to look down Alexandra's relatively open bodice, and up Margaret's short skirt.

Before long, the afternoon had passed by. Bobby made it a formal ending.

"Uh, Dad. Could I borrow your car? I'd like to take Jennifer, um, out."

"Jennifer, what's wrong with your car?" asked her mother.

Bobby and Jennifer looked at each other a little guiltily before Bobby responded, "Well I was just hoping that..."

"You were just hoping that your good ole Dad would take pity on you and let you take the convertible. Uh, huh.," finished Bobby's father.

"Gee, Dad, don't you remember what it was like to be young?" said a smiling son.

Predictably, Hugh gave a loud snort and sputtered, while Alexandra and Margaret laughed loudly. "Okay wise guy, so how do I get home?"

Before Bobby could speak, Margaret spoke up. "Where are you staying, Hugh?"

"The Holiday Inn."

"Why don't you take Jennifer's car over there. Alex and I can come over later and pick it up."

"Are you sure that won't be a bother? I'd really hate to cause any trouble."

Alexandra responded, "It won't be any trouble. After all, don't you remember what it was like to be young?"

Smiling and shaking his head, Hugh gave in. "All right, I concede. The young whippersnapper gets the convertible. But there's a price. If you want to pick up the keys, you'll have to meet me in the bar for drinks. Shall we say nine?"

Alexandra looked at Margaret and smiled. "Nine it is." 

Chapter 2

Bobby walked around the convertible from where he had opened and closed the door for Jennifer. The car was a late model Cadillac, and his father had already lowered the roof. As he got in, he saw that Jennifer's dress, which naturally showed a good bit of leg, seemed to have ridden up even higher on her thighs.

"So where do you want to go?" she asked.

"I was thinking of taking a drive up to the lake at Tupper Quarry. I figure this is our last chance to see each other, and it's quite pretty up there now."

"Sounds great. But let's stop somewhere and get something to drink. This heat is just Godawful."

"Fine with me."

Bobby started up the car and put it in gear. As he drove out of the parking lot he looked over at Jennifer and realized it really was hot. A fine sheen of sweat seemed to coat her body, and the thin cotton of her dress was glued to her skin. Her nipples stuck out through the fabric. Bobby thought the sight was excellent, and shifted subtly so that his growing erection would not be painful.

Pulling into the parking lot at his apartment, Bobby said, "Just a quick stop. I'll be back in a minute.," and got out.

Jennifer was curious about what the stop was for, but didn't mind. She had also noticed Bobby's erection, and decided to prepare for the evening. Looking around to make sure Bobby couldn't see, she slipped her hands under her dress and pulled off her panties. She noticed that they were quite damp, and not entirely from the heat. Jennifer stuffed the panties in the glove box, and rearranged the skirt, so that it could easily slide up her thighs.

Bobby came out the front door of the apartment carrying a large pile of items. Seeing Jennifer open her door to help he yelled out, "No! No! I've got it taken care of.," and threw the pile in the back seat. Jennifer looked in the back seat and saw several blankets, some towels, and a large and empty cooler. "The Boy Scouts always say to be prepared.," he commented.

A few minutes later they pulled into a convenience store. Hopping out again, he returned with a large bag of ice and three six-packs of cold beer. He put the ice and two of the sixes in the cooler, and gave the rest of the beer to Jennifer. She put the beer on the floor between her feet, and they were off.

Several minutes later they pulled off the main road and began heading for the quarry. Jennifer opened a beer and gave it to Bobby, then opened one for herself. The thin straps of her dress slid down her arms, dropping the front of the dress dangerously low. When Bobby looked over, he could see that the only things holding the dress up were Jennifer's nipples, and even they were beginning to show. At least the top edge. In addition, Jennifer's skirt had ridden very high up her legs. Only the front was still in place over her pussy, where Jennifer was holding her beer. It seemed obvious that she couldn't possibly be wearing panties.

This sight had an immediate effect on Bobby. His erection became painfully large, and he finished the beer almost instantly. As she passed him another, Jennifer thought of her selection of Bobby, smiling to herself.

Jennifer had not been a virgin for a number of years, and had learned to truly enjoy sex. After her freshman year boyfriend, a year ahead of her, had graduated, she had begun the school year by a series of what she referred to as "auditions". After all, she had standards to maintain, and even if she could have any boy on campus, she didn't want just "any" boy. The lucky young fellow must be fairly bright, sensitive, good looking, and be a really good fuck. After finding several likely candidates, she gave them private "horizontal interviews". She had several criterion for a really good fuck. First the boy must not pump three times and fall asleep. If nothing else, she considered this rude. Second, while quality is in general better than quantity, Jennifer wanted both. She loved a big cock. Third, he must have stamina, being able to fuck her repeatedly all night long.

After a couple months of "auditioning" suitable candidates, Jennifer settled on Bobby. He was sweet, discrete, hung like a horse, and could seemingly fuck all night. They went together for the balance of the school year.

Bobby finished his beer as he pulled into the quarry. Taking another beer from Jennifer, he skillfully drove the car down a narrow path towards the rear of the quarry. "I found this place last year.," he told Jennifer. "What with it being so out of the way, the middle of the week, and a school night for the high schoolers, I figure it should be pretty quiet."

"Private, too.," she responded, smiling. "Maybe we can take a swim."

He smiled back. "Maybe."

Shortly, he stopped the car at a small opening to the abandoned quarry. Getting out, they took the blankets down to the shoreline. Then he went back to the car and brought back the towels and beer, while Jennifer spread out the blankets. By the time Bobby had set down the towels and beer, Jennifer was stretched out on the blanket, looking up at him. Her dress by now was just barely covering her crotch and nipples. Bobby stood there for a second, then kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt.

"Planning on a swim now?" Jennifer asked.

Dropping down in front of her, Bobby smiled. Kneeling before her, he undid the zipper on his pants and pushed them down to his knees. "No. Planning on fucking you now." Jennifer loved the sight of his cock. It was huge, at least 10" long and 2" wide. She could clearly see the veins pulsing along the sides. It seemed to throb. Beneath hung two large testicles, seemingly engorged with the come he planned to spend.

"Go for it, big boy.," Jennifer returned. A small shrug dropped the dress completely down, exposing her massive aroused breasts, and she gave a slight tug to the hem, flipping it up to her waist.

Kneeling down between her spread legs, Bobby didn't waste any time on foreplay. He didn't need any, and her rigidly erect nipples told him Jennifer didn't either. Positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy, he gave one massive thrust and sank in the full length. Jennifer gave a loud moan and wrapped her arms around his neck. Bringing her legs up, she began to rub the heels of her spike-heeled sandals on the sides of his heaving ass.

God, he thought, that feels good. His cock was engulfed in hot juices. Reaching down and cupping her ass in his hands, he withdrew almost completely, then plunged forward again. Feeling the goad of her heels on his ass, he entered into a fast rhythm of pulling out till the head had almost slipped out and diving in so fast his balls were slapping on her ass cheeks. Her pussy seemed impossibly hot and tight, and he knew he was going to come massively.

Jennifer was moaning heavily, and her breathing was labored. Bobby's massive strokes were bringing her to a fever pitch. Her pussy grabbed at his cock, but the slick, flowing juices prevented a firm grasp. Her nipples, which she had thought hard before, now felt like bullets digging into his chest. Suddenly she tightened her arms around Bobby's neck, as her body began to spasm. Her legs tightened, the spike-heels driving him into her twitching cunt. Raggedly she cried out, "I'm coming!"

Jennifer's spasming pussy drove Bobby over the edge. Plunging in, his back arched, his eyes shut and his lips drawn back, he seemed to pump gallons into her steaming cunt. Once the moment had passed, he opened his eyes and looked down on her. Seeing her angelic face smiling up at him, he lowered himself down and kissed her. When he moved to withdraw his shrinking manhood, she said "No" and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking the ankles.

"I'm not done with you yet, Bobby. That was only the beginning.," she said. Jennifer knew what Bobby was capable of and what he liked, and proceeded to put that knowledge into action. Keeping her legs wrapped around his waist, she began a rhythmic squeezing action in her cunt. 

Bobby's eyes widened as his drained and softening member felt the new sensations. He had never before met a woman with this kind of control over the muscles in her pussy. Next she began to undulate and squirm on the blanket, all the while maintaining the squeezing of his cock by her twat. Bobby's cock began to stiffen rapidly.

Silently, she slid her legs down, and with the tips of her heels, slid his shorts and underwear off his body. Straightening her legs, she rolled him over until he was on his back. Then she drew up her legs so that she was now straddling him. Jennifer then sat up, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her head. Knowing her boyfriend's tastes, she decided to wear the heels as long and as often as possible tonight.

Bobby reached over and grabbed the towels. Forming a makeshift pillow, he positioned it under his head. He loved watching Jennifer fuck him like this. He couldn't believe that despite the movements, despite the rolling, despite the undressing, her cunt was still squeezing and releasing so rhythmically. It almost felt alive, and his cock seemed to stretch to an even greater length.

Jennifer decided this fuck would last longer. Bobby had put a pillow under his head so he could watch, and she decided to put on a good show. Her pelvis began moving, first forwards and backwards, then side to side, and finally in a circular fashion. She mixed the movements, and alternated them, all the while slowly raising up on her knees and slowly sinking back down.


Jennifer



Bobby looked at their joined crotches and thought that her pussy was like a wild animal, slowly nibbling and eating him. Jennifer was still tight, hot, and juicy, and by now their first come had run down out of her cunt and was covering his balls. Looking up, he saw that between the heat and the sex, they were covered with a heavy coat of perspiration. Sweat ran down Jennifer's body and dripped from her rigid nipples onto his stomach. She began running her fingers through the hair on his chest, going from his small nipples down to his belly, ending up by running the length of his cock as it entered and exited her cunt.

Bobby reached up with one hand to rub Jennifer's nipples. Large and hard, they protruded at least an inch from her bouncing tits. With the other hand each reached down and began stroking her clit. Jennifer gave a small shudder and seemed to become distracted. She began to lose interest in the complicated motions she had been performing, and began concentrating on a rapid in-and-out.

After several minutes of increasing speed, Bobby could feel the orgasm approaching. Jennifer had been crying out for part of this time that she was coming, and for Bobby to continue fucking her. At his outburst of "Oh God, I'm going to blow!" she reached around with one hand and began to massage his massive, come-coated nuts. This was too much for Bobby, who began spewing jism upwards into her cunt.

Exhausted for the moment, Jennifer collapsed onto Bobby. As his come began draining from her still pulsing gash and onto his balls, she wondered how her mother and aunt were doing with Bobby's dad.

Chapter 3

From the moment Alexandra and Margaret left the Student Union, their only thoughts were of the coming evening. Hugh seemed interesting, and quite interested in them.

"Jesus, Alex, he couldn't take his eyes off your tits!" exclaimed Margaret as they got in their car.

"Except when he was trying to look up your skirt.," Alexandra replied. "Not that I minded."

"I know. I wonder if he noticed you tugging it upwards whenever he looked over at me."

"No more than he noticed you trying to push your tits out of the top of your dress when he was trying to see my panties."

The two sisters smiled at each other as they drove away from the campus towards Alexandra's house. They had often double- dated together, and not always with two guys. They had a few hours to kill, and needed to plan the conquest.

"So,," said Alexandra, "What do we wear? I assume you want to go as twins?"

"Why not? We can ask him who has the bigger tits and the better legs? Confuse the living shit out of him. What do you want to wear? Those black dresses?"

"Too formal."

"The short jersey dresses?"

"One of them is at the cleaners."

"The red and black numbers?"

"Too trampy. I don't want him to know my nipple and pussy sizes until I get undressed."

The women thought for a while longer, Margaret scowling and Alexandra's brow crinkled. Then Alexandra made a sudden turn off the road and into a large shopping mall. The speed of the turn broke Margaret's concentration, and she yelled out. "What the hell are we doing now? Give a girl some warning, willya!"

"Let's check out the boutiques here. There are a few places that have some interesting outfits, and we can pick up stockings and anything else we need." "Okay, but we don't have all day. We'd better find something fast, or else it's no 'twins' tonight."

Alexandra smiled at her sister. "I know just the place."

***

Margaret lay back in the bathtub and luxuriated in the bubbles. She liked the tickle they gave her nipples. Her eyes were beginning to droop when her sister came into the bathroom. She looked over to where Alexandra was sitting, in a short bathrobe, on the toilet and asked, "Do I need to shave my pussy or not?"

"No.," Alexandra replied, facing her sister and spreading her legs. "I usually wait for bikini season. I just keep it trimmed short now."

"Bobby seems like a nice boy. Where'd they say they were going?"

"They didn't, so it's either his bed or hers.," replied Alexandra. "Thank God she's got Jim's brains, because I think she spent this entire past year with her legs in the air."

"No, really? Has she been going out with him all that time?"

"Pretty much. He is a nice kid, even if he's a giant, walking hormone."

"How so?"

"Well - and this is pretty good - a few months ago, sometime around Christmas, I went out to dinner with this fellow, and who shows up at the restaurant but Bobby and Jennifer. So what can we do? We invite them to join us." Alexandra looked around the vanity for some nail polish. "This the right shade?"

"Yep. So what happened at the restaurant?"

"Well, nothing really. But both Jen and I were wearing white silk blouses that were pretty transparent. And while she had on a lace demi-bra, I wasn't wearing a bra at all. And both our dates kept staring at my tits."

Margaret smiled. "Jennifer must not have been too happy to have her boyfriend staring at her mother's tits."

"Not even a little. So between courses I dragged her to the crapper and had her take her bra off. Then I put on her bra and we went back to dinner. My guy kept staring at my tits, but Bobby switched to Jen."

"That must not have been too comfortable. She wears a 36 D but we both wear 38 double-D. How'd you cope?"

"Well, it wasn't too bad. For one thing, after dinner, Bobby insisted on leaving rapidly. He had a real hardon and obviously wanted to fuck her. And Jen's demi-bra was real tiny, and my nipples popped out the top, like a push-up bra."

"But still..."

"Yeah, but still. So after we got in his car and it warmed up some, I got undressed."

"Completely?"

"Well, no. I left on my heels and stockings. Jack didn't mind. He pulled off the road twice to fuck me. Wouldn't even let me get dressed again to go into the house." Alexandra smiled at the thought, and handed a towel to her sister. "Come on, we've got to get ready."

As Margaret got out of the tub and dried herself off, the two women compared their features. They were constantly surprised how similar they had remained over the years. Both were two inches taller than Jennifer, and more voluptuous. In addition to 38DD busts, they had 24" waists and 36" hips. While their breasts had some sag, they consoled themselves that nothing but internal steel bracing could support their tits without some sag, and that more than one pinup had sagged more. They had small but prominent nipples, and much darker complexions than Jennifer.

Margaret opened the package of stockings and asked, "You're sure these are long enough?"

Alexandra responded, "Oh, yeah. I've bought this brand and size before. The elastic tops off right at my crotch, and they aren't too tight. We'll be able to open the dresses almost to the pussy."

"Yeah, but still, black fishnets? Isn't that just a little trashy?"

"A little, but then, I don't think Hugh will be letting us wear them in public that long. Especially, once we start opening the dresses up."

***

The two sisters got to the motel a few minutes before nine. They went into the bar and saw Hugh sitting at the end of the bar. He waved to them and they walked over. It was an impressive display.

The dresses they had bought were not identical, but rather, matching. The same pattern, one was a bright lime green while the other was a shocking pink. They were sleeveless and long, extending several inches below the knees. They were made from some type of very thin stretch fabric, and Margaret had insisted on getting them a size too small. As a result the dresses clung to every inch of the twins. If underwear had been present, it would have been obvious. The dresses had a long row of small snaps running down the front, perhaps 20 each, from deep-V collar to hem. In both cases, enough buttons had been undone to show some cleavage and some leg above the knee. Black fishnet stockings and black 4" spike heels completed an attractive and provocative package.

Hugh watched the approaching women with frank appreciation. After kissing them both lightly, he said, "Wow! You two look spectacular."

Margaret twirled around a moment, and asked "Are you sure?"

Alexandra stepped back. Running her hands down the dress and around to her ass, she asked, "You don't think they're too tight do you?"

"Oh, no. Really. Everything looks just great." Hugh couldn't take his eyes off the two women. He was practically drooling.

"Oh, good. We were worried.," said Margaret. "Look. There's a nice booth." She led the trio to a large, U-shaped booth to the rear of the bar. Despite the candle burning on the table, it was quite private and dark. "This is so romantic."

The sisters let Hugh sit down first, and then moved in on either side of him, Alexandra to his right and Margaret on his left. Although the booth was rather large, they slid together until their hips were touching his. When the waiter approached, they all ordered drinks.

"So, Alexandra, exactly what kind of business do you have? You mentioned you have some sort of health club?"

"Please, call me Alex. And call her Maggie. That's what we've always gone by."

"Sure."

"Well, it's a small health club, spa, gym sort of place. You know, an aerobic dance room, a few Nautilus machines, some weights, a couple of hot tubs, a few tanning booths, that sort of thing." Looking past Hugh, she noticed her sister popping a snap on her dress, exposing another inch of thigh. Hugh, his eyes riveted on Alexandra, didn't notice.

"Well it's no wonder you're in such great shape. You must work out all the time."

Alexandra smiled. She didn't work out very often, at all. But the club was a great way to meet good looking, fit, young men, and she could easily tell, by looking at their tight gym shorts, if a prospective fuck was well endowed. Several times a week she managed to give a "special workout" to a client. "Why, thank you! I do try to look nice." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Turning towards her sister, he asked, "And you, Maggie. What do you do in Nevada?"

"Oh, I own a small business supplies and services company outside of Las Vegas."

Looking over at her sister, she noticed her popping the same lower snap as she had earlier. They had decided before they arrived that Margaret would open her dress from the bottom and that Alexandra would open hers from the top. The other sister would match her sister's snaps, and then initiate the next round. Of course, it would be more fun if Hugh didn't see what they were up to, and the twins simply became less dressed silently. They figured by the end of the evening, not much would be left snapped. Alexandra then popped the top snap at her breasts.

"What, copy paper and that sort of thing?"

"Something like that." Margaret had no intentions of telling him the exact nature of the services her firm provided.

"Well you must work out often, too. And I can't believe your tans."

Alexandra answered, drawing Hugh's attention from her sister. "Between my tanning booths and the Nevada sun, we both stay fairly tanned." She noticed her sister had popped an upper snap, evening the race. "Of course, if you don't want to burn, you have to rub oil all over. And of course, you have to watch out for tan lines."

Over the next two hours, the small group had several more rounds of drinks. Unknown to Hugh, the girls were making sure he stayed more sober than they. Whether spilling his drinks or sipping from them, they kept him fairly sober. For the night ahead, they wanted him alert and awake.

As the night progressed, it seemed as if a snap was unsnapped every 5 to 10 minutes. Hugh caught on after the first few snaps, and asked if he could pop the snaps for them. The girls at first laughed and declined, saying they weren't those kinds of girls, that they were just getting more comfortable. But an hour later, with their dresses open up to mid-thigh and down almost to their navels, Margaret asked Hugh if he was still interested. "I wouldn't want to break a nail." She ran her finger along his cheek, and down his neck.

"Yes, Hugh.," said Alexandra. She ran her fingertips along his pants front, feeling the large erection within. "We've got plans for these nails."

Hugh, flushing and breathing heavily, turned to Alexandra. Putting his left hand on her inner thigh, he moved the hand upwards along the fishnet stockings. Dexterously moving his thumb, he popped three more snaps in rapid succession, stopping only when his extended middle finger felt the soft down between her thighs. He could feel the moist warmth between her legs. Slipping his hand further between her legs, he began flicking his finger across her clit, easily found within her engorged pussy lips.

Alexandra, not expecting this treat, gave a soft moan, and slumped in her seat. Hugh could see the color rising in her face, her dark skin flushing down her neck and across her exposed cleavage. After only a few minutes, her pussy began twitching, and she moaned again, in orgasm. Hugh removed his hand just in time to finish his drink before the approaching waiter cleaned off the table. "A final round, ladies?" Seeing their nods, he said, "One last round, please, and the check."

After the waiter left with their order, Hugh slid his left hand into Margaret's lap. Skillfully undoing the same number of snaps, he lowered his hand into her crotch. Margaret, however, had watched her sister being pleasured, and wanted to make sure she received the same treatment. Spreading her legs widely, she grabbed his hand and thrust it deep between her legs. Hugh began moving his fingers into her flushed cunt and up into the warm, wet tunnel. Margaret began rocking gently back and forth, and began moaning out directions. "Oh, that's it...deeper, deeper... both fingers...rub my clit now..."

Hugh saw the waiter approaching with their drinks and tried to pull his hand free, but Margaret grabbed his arm and kept it in place. The waiter tried to maintain his composure as he set down the drinks, but became flustered as she continued her rocking and quiet moaning. As he turned to leave, Hugh spoke up and asked for the check. When the waiter handed it to him, Hugh's poker face never cracked. Margaret orgasmed shortly thereafter in a shuddering spasm.

Hugh removed his left hand, and turning towards Margaret, unsnapped several buttons from the top. The tightly stretched fabric pulled back, revealing her flesh from her neck to below her navel. "God, Hugh, the only thing holding this on is my nipples!"

"Then I suggest you keep your back straight and make no sudden moves.," he replied. He downed his drink, repeated the procedure on Alexandra, and said, "Why don't we go up to my room, and get comfortable?"

As they left the empty bar, Alexandra and Margaret were forced to move with exquisite grace. The fabric of their dresses had pulled the front apart to voyeuristic dimensions. The dresses, originally held together by 20 or more buttons, now were held together only by three, centered at their pulsing crotches. They were split to well above mid-thigh, ending just slightly below the tops of their stockings, and as Margaret had said, the tops were literally held in place by their nipples. An ambitious inhale would have stripped either woman.

Hugh stopped at the bar and bought a bottle of champagne from the dumbfounded bartender. Taking three champagne flutes, he led the women out of the bar, into the elevator, and to his room. Along the way he grabbed a bucket of ice.

Chapter 4

"Champagne, ladies? Or later?"

Alexandra smiled. "Later." She undid the remaining snaps and shrugged off the dress. Seconds later, Margaret followed suit. Hugh feasted his eyes on the sight as he placed the bottle in the bucket of ice.

The twins, now clad only in thigh length, black fishnet stockings and 4" black spike heeled shoes, wrapped themselves around Hugh. Together they began kissing and licking his face, all the while removing his clothes. Shortly his jacket, tie, and shirt were gone. He had been caressing both women with his hands. Once Alexandra removed his belt and began to loosen the zipper on his pants, Margaret slid her hand into his pants and began stroking his engorged monster.

"Sit.," she said, pushing him back onto the bed. Hugh sat, his knees turning weak at the waves of pleasure Margaret was stroking into his cock. As soon as Alexandra had pulled his pants far enough down, Margaret twisted her head and took his entire length into her mouth. Alexandra continued to remove his shoes, socks, and pants.

"Oh, sweet Jesus.," he whispered, as Alexandra pushed him flat onto the bed. He couldn't remember the last time a woman, any woman, had given him a blow job like this. Most women found his erect cock, measuring 9" long and 2" wide, too intimidating. Certainly his ex-wife had never been able to take more than a few inches in without gagging. He could feel the tip of his glans hit the back of Maggie's throat, as her lips caressed the wide base of his erection. The suction and tongue action sent shivers racing through his groin.

Alexandra saw that her sister wasn't going to share, so she knelt between Hugh's legs and began stroking and licking his balls and anus. Alexandra began scratching her long fingernails along his thighs, and began to watch the speed with which Hugh was thrusting his pelvis towards Margaret's insatiably hungry mouth. When the timing seemed perfect, she whispered, "Now, suck now." to her sister, and inserted a moistened index finger to the second knuckle in Hugh's ass.

The effect was electrifying. Hugh's hips started bucking wildly, as he thrashed and moaned on the bed. Margaret seemingly sucked down gallons of his come, noisily slurping and gulping. Finally, Alexandra removed her finger as Hugh's orgasm passed. He lay quietly on the bed, legs hanging over the end.

Alexandra and Margaret wanted more. They continued to lick and suck the softening penis, until it shortly showed signs of recovery. As Margaret stroked his shaft to full erection, Alexandra climbed onto the bed. Straddling his waist, she waited for Margaret to position his glistening cockhead at the entrance to her cunt. Margaret moved the head around between her lips for several moments, ensuring that Alexandra's flowing pussy juices liberally soaked his cock. Then Alexandra slowly sank backward onto the mighty organ, sinking it inch by inch into her inflamed twat, until it was completely engulfed.

"Maggie, you wouldn't believe how big this feels. God, this is good."

"You want to get off and let me try?"

"Fuck you. Wait your turn." Alexandra began a slow and steady bouncing action, allowing Hugh's cock to slowly exit and enter her pussy. "Hugh,," she said, "eat Maggie."

Hugh literally could not believe what was happening to him. Never before had he had sex with two women at the same time, or had a women finger-fuck his ass, or been sucked off so totally. He was speechless to this request, so he simply smiled up at Alexandra and nodded yes.

Margaret moved up the bed, and facing her sister, straddled Hugh's face. Slowly sinking down, she felt his tongue in the same places his fingers had been but a short time before. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks, with his thumbs spreading her nether lips open. She shuddered as her hands moved forward and cupped her sister's breasts. Often as teenagers, and in later years, the twins had given each other pleasure with their hands, lips, and tongues. Now they kissed and fondled each other, as Hugh fucked one and ate the other.

Several minutes passed in this exceedingly pleasant manner until Margaret reached down to caress her sister's clit. As the final straw will break the camel's back, this final stimulation threw Alexandra over the edge of orgasm. Crying out and bucking her hips maniacally, she drove Hugh to the peak, so that he spewed massively into her pulsing cunt. Alexandra's and Hugh's movements displaced his tongue from the depths of Margaret's pussy, and brought her clit to Hugh's lips. Holding her ass as if for dear life, Hugh licked and sucked her clit to a shrieking orgasm.




Jennifer



Momentarily sated, the two women collapsed onto the bed on opposite sides of Hugh. Reaching across the bed, Alexandra snagged the champagne and flutes. Seeing how Hugh was fucked out, if only for the moment, she allowed the ice water clinging to the bottle to drip on his cock and balls. Hugh seemed to literally jump upright off the bed, as she then placed the ice cold bottle against his balls.

"Jesus, woman, what the hell are you trying to do? Break it off?"

"No, just wake it up.," Alexandra said, handing him the bottle. "Open and pour. You've got a long night ahead of you, Hugh."

Margaret chimed in. "Now if you had simply picked up one of us you'd have been able to fuck her three, four, maybe five times and call it a night. But now you'll have to fuck both of us that many times."

"Did you eat your Wheaties this morning?" asked Alexandra innocently. "Normally, I like to have my pussy licked, get my cunt fucked, give a blow job, and get my ass fucked before I go home. I hope you took your vitamins today."

Hugh tried to pour the champagne, but the conversation was mightily distracting. "God, it will break off."

"Oh, no. We promise to kiss it and make it better. Now you just fucked me, so it's Maggie's turn. Do you want her pussy or her ass?"

At this second mention of anal sex, Hugh's cock began to majestically return to life. Margaret noticed and said, "Look, Alex, it's alive after all. If we need it good and hard, we just need to talk about ass fucking." At this mention, it sprang up to full attention, pointing straight to the ceiling.

"God, Hugh," said Alexandra, "You must really like reaming an asshole. Do you ass fuck often?"

Hugh hemmed and hawed for a few moments as the twins questioned him about his travels down the Hershey Highway. Finally he blurted out, "Look, I've only done it once, in college, 25 years ago. We had this hooker over to the frat house. She charged me fifty bucks extra and whined the entire time. My ex wouldn't even let me try."

"Well we're not your ex, and we aren't charging, and we don't whine.," said Alexandra. Looking at Margaret, she asked, "Where do you want to do it, Maggie? Here on the bed?"

"No. I mean look at that monster. I'd better be on top. Come on, Hugh. Get up and sit on that chair."

The sisters each grabbed an arm and pulled Hugh up and off the bed. His prick was now painfully erect. Margaret positioned him in the armchair, as Alexandra pulled a tube of KY jelly from her purse. She gave the head of his cock a liberal coating, and then, as her sister faced away from Hugh and straddled his legs, placed some more on Margaret's asshole. Slowly bending her knees, while putting her weight on the armchairs arms, Margaret lowered her ass towards Hugh's straining member. "Put your hands on my ass cheeks,," said Margaret. "and your elbows on the chair arms. That way you can support some of my weight and spread my cheeks at the same time."

Alexandra was now kneeling in front of the about-to-couple pair. Reaching between their legs, she positioned Hugh's cock at the entrance to her sister's ass. "Okay, sis, relax and sit back on it." Hugh watched in amazement as her sphincter relaxed and opened. After a few moments of positioning, Alexandra was able to place the large head in Margaret's ass.

"Oh, Alex. You are just going to have to try this later. You won't believe it until you try it.," said Margaret. She continued to squirm her rear, allowing it to sink slowly onto the well lubricated shaft.

Hugh stared at his dick in amazement, almost unable to believe his large organ could fit into such a small space. He had never felt anything so tight and warm as this woman's ass. Her sphincter alternated in contracting and relaxing around his cock, and it felt like it was eating it bite by bite. And later he could do it to the other one.

Finally, his cock completely entombed in Margaret's chocolate speedway, Margaret took all the weight off her arms and sat fully on his lap. "Alex, can you get us some more champagne?" she asked. She continued to squirm her ass while her sister refilled the glasses. Hugh's dick seemed to throb within her, and she couldn't remember when she had last taken such a large member into her ass.

Returning with the refilled glasses, Alexandra gave one each to her sister and Hugh. Kneeling down between the wide spread legs, she dipped a finger into her glass, and then rubbed some of the champagne onto Margaret's gaping pussy. Placing a small amount into her mouth, she leaned into her sister's crotch, placed her lips against Margaret's lips, and squirted the champagne up her tunnel. As it dribbled out, she eagerly licked out the champagne, now mixed with love juices.

Margaret reacted to this as could be expected. Her squirming turned to outright movement. She began to slowly lift off Hugh's crotch, only to sink down after a few moments. As she began to rise and fall at greater speed, the length of the strokes increased, and the rate and strength of her sphincter contractions increased as well. When Alexandra was no longer able to squirt champagne into her sister's cunt, she simply let her tongue lick the full length of Margaret's slit as it rose and fell before her. Finally Margaret was bouncing almost the full length of Hugh's cock, when Hugh grabbed her hips, slammed her back into his lap, and bucked up to her as he spent himself in a shuddering orgasm. Margaret came only seconds later.

***

Bobby and Jennifer pulled into her mother's driveway at about 6:00 the next morning. Bobby didn't think they had slept for more that an hour last night. Fuck. Swim. Fuck. Nap. Blow job. Swim. Fuck. Nap. On and on. It had seemed as if as soon as one of them had started to snooze, the other would began rubbing crotches. Finally, as the sun started to peek above the quarry wall, no amount of coaxing would allow Jennifer to get her boyfriend stiff again. They cleaned up their site and loaded up the car.

The roof was now up and both were dressed when they left the quarry. Pulling into the driveway, Jennifer noticed that neither her or her mother's cars were around. Apparently, the two older women had stayed over in Hugh's motel room. Leaning towards Bobby to kiss him good-bye, she placed her hand in his lap. By now, her boyfriend had rested enough so that an erection returned.

"Okay, Bobby. One last blow job, and then it's good-bye." Looking around the, at this hour, deserted streets, she pulled her dress off. Pulling his straining cock from his pants, she put her head into his lap, and swallowed him whole. She began sucking and bobbing.

Just then, Jennifer's mother and aunt drove into the oversized driveway. Pulling up to each side of the Cadillac, they stopped and got out. While Bobby had noticed, Jennifer hadn't, and Bobby's concerns could not overcome the waves of pleasure Jennifer's mouth and tongue were imparting. The two women approached the car.

Alexandra smiled and said, "How's it going Bobby?"

On the passenger side, Margaret stuck her head in the window, and yelled, "Go! Go! Go!" Then the two women walked towards the front door. He could see that both were carrying stockings and shoes. Around the front of the car, Margaret called to her sister, "Show him your tits." Alexandra pulled her dress down, while her sister pulled hers up. Bobby came in Jennifer's mouth almost immediately.

Swallowing rapidly, Jennifer licked his cock clean. Kissing him, she said, "Gotta go. Write me sometime.," grabbed her dress, and ran into the house with her mother and aunt.

Chapter 5

The three women slept until the early afternoon. Then they loaded up Alexandra's car and drove to the airport. It was a silent drive, as Margaret continued to snooze, and Jennifer drowsily contemplated the events that were taking her to Nevada.

She had not planned on going to work for her aunt. In fact, she had recently gotten a job as junior bookkeeper at Honest Bob's Lincoln-Mercury-Ford. Of course, she had been wearing a very tight skirt and a not quite opaque blouse when she applied for the job, but all's fair in love and the job market, she thought. One night after her aunt arrived they were talking about the new job in the kitchen when her mother, watching the local news, called out.

"Jen, you might want to see this."

Entering the living room, she was aghast to witness Honest Bob being removed from his office in handcuffs, as the announcer intoned that he was being arrested for title fraud.

"Honest Bob seems to have had his hand in the till.," quipped Margaret.

"Oh, my God! I was supposed to start working there next week!"

Margaret replied, "Well, hun, there's going to be a small delay, say five to ten years."

"But what do I do now? I turned down my other offers."

"Come to work for me. I need a bookkeeper."

"What?" cried Alexandra.

"Yeah. I need someone to keep the books, and act as secretary and office manager. My last assistant recently quit."

Jennifer was too much in shock to fully understand the discussion. She only heard bits and pieces of Margaret's responses to her mother's questions.

"...well it's about time she learned the family business... No, I only need her for the office work...I'll take good care of her...she's a big girl now..."

And it had been settled. The pay was about what Honest Bob would pay her in five to ten, and she would stay with her Aunt Margaret, so room and board was covered. Alexandra still seemed to doubt the arrangements, but smiled and gave her blessing when Jennifer pleaded for the chance.

***

The two women settled into their seats in first class. By now, both were fairly well rested, and Jennifer wanted to learn the answers to her many questions.

"So what exactly does Lakehouse Services do?"

He aunt thought carefully before answering. "It's a brothel."

Stunned, Jennifer could only whisper, "What did you say?"

"A brothel. You know, a bordello, a cat house, a knocking shop, a bawdy house. A whorehouse."

"And you want me to be a..."

"A bookkeeper and secretary. That's all. Just a bookkeeper and secretary. I have a number of girls to take care of the customers."

"But that's illegal. And, I, um, but...," Jennifer stammered.

"No, it's not, at least not in Nevada, in the county I live in. It's a perfectly legitimate business. I pay taxes, support the high school football team, even accept Visa and Mastercard. We simply provide a more unusual service than you had expected." Margaret placed her hand on her niece's arm. "It's really a nice place. I run a first class business. How should I put this, an elite establishment."

"And all I'd be doing would be the books?"

"And other secretarial functions. Office manager. Ordering supplies. Writing checks and paying bills. Greeting customers. That's all. To be honest, Jen, you're not really qualified for the rest of the business."

Now Jennifer was really confused. "But, I mean, I know how to fu..."

"Yes you do. But there's more to it than just the old in-and-out. You're a talented amateur, but nevertheless an amateur. It can take years to develop a high end professional, and the turnover is a killer. Don't worry. You'll see what I mean."

Jennifer was silent for about half an hour. She had hardly even noticed the takeoff. When drinks were being served, she turned towards her aunt, by now reading a paperback romance, and asked, "What did you mean, about it being a family business."

"Well, you could say that servicing the public is in the blood, at least on the female side. Your great-grandmother started the place back around the turn of the century. She was a mistress to some rich San Francisco banker. Well, he went belly up and jumped out of his window, and when the dust was settled, Granny had title to his Nevada property. I looked it up a few years ago, and I'm not at all sure that title passed properly, but it all settled down."

"Her mother had apparently worked her way across country on her back, if you get my drift. And a few generations before that, some great-great-whatever-grandmother was transported to the Colonies for prostitution. So you see, it seems to be inherited. I'm sure you would have a fine hand at the business, if you wanted to."

"What about since my great-grandmother? What happened then?" asked Jennifer.

"Well, your grandmother, Alex' and my mother, inherited from her mother. She was born out of wedlock, as they said then, but didn't seem to give a damn. She was a real beauty - you take after her a bit, except for the blond hair and blue eyes. That you get from your dad. Any way she worked there and then ran it until her death."

"How'd she die?"

"Car wreck. The cops told us that when they pulled the bodies out of the car, they found an erect penis in her throat. The driver had been thrown twenty feet. I think we know what caused the wreck." Margaret smiled. "She was fifty-eight at the time, but still had quite a bit of get-up-and-go, if you know what I mean."

"So then you inherited? But that means that Mom..."

"Yep. That means Mom. We were both 16 at the time. Somehow we finished high school, while working nights at the Lakehouse, and trying to make ends meet. When we graduated we were able to put all our attention to running the shop and things started going really well. In a way, that's how your mom met your dad."

Jennifer was having a hard time fathoming all she was learning. First that her aunt was a whore, running a whorehouse, and that her mother had been a whore. And now that her father met his mother at the whorehouse. "Dad was a customer?"

"Oh, no. I don't think he ever knew what your mom had done for a living. When we turned eighteen, she took a vacation to Miami. I stayed behind to run the place, and she was going to do the same for me afterwards. And she met you dad. He was at some kind of engineering convention. He was twenty years older than her, bald as a billiard ball, and short. God only knows how, but they fell head over heels in love. She extended her vacation a week, and then another week, and then another. Finally I called her to read her the riot act and she invited me to the wedding."

"So Dad never saw her at Lakehouse Services?"

"We just call it the Lakehouse. But no, by then she had gone back to New York with him and moved in. Your house. I flew out to be Maid of Honor. As far as I knew, she never told him and he never suspected. The Lakehouse was simply a business supply outfit we inherited and that she received a quarterly check from."

"What was Dad like? He died when I was only twelve. You knew him longer."

Margaret smiled at the remembrance. "He was very sweet. And so smart. Your mom says you get your brains from him." Laughing at her niece, "We know which side of the family you get your morals. And your mom used to call him the horniest bastard she had ever met. He'd be getting into her pants twice a day and extra on weekends. He even did me a few times."

"What!?"

"He never knew. The first time, I was visiting when you were still a baby. He had just had the swimming pool installed. Your mom told him she was going to check on you and take a swim. Unbeknownst to him, I had borrowed a bikini from your mom and gone down to the pool. He saw me in the kitchen, stripped me, and did me on the kitchen table. All the time he was saying he hoped Maggie didn't come in. The funny part was your mom walked in just as we came, and he's still calling me Alex. She just smiled and went out to the pool."

"And neither of you told him?"

"Why? It would only hurt his feelings. Or piss him off. Or do something equally stupid. It wasn't his fault. And she didn't mind. And God knows I didn't. He was a great fuck. From then on, whenever I visited, some night, your mom would put on a fancy nightgown, work him up, and then go check on something. While your pop was groaning from blue balls, she would meet me, and we would switch clothes. Then I would make believe I was your mom and screw him ragged."

"Oh, God. I can't believe this! You and my mother would do such things!"

"Honey, we've been doing that since high school. We'd double date at the drive-in. I'd be doing some guy in the back seat while she'd be doing her date in the front. Then we'd go to the bathroom, switch clothes, and I'd get up front and she'd get in back. They never figured it out. Neither did your old man.," Margaret laughed.

"I saw them once, going at it, a few months before they died. I must have been almost twelve, and had just started, well, changing. It was late at night and I was going down the hall for some water and I heard something in the living room. I peeked over the rail, you know, at the corner, and I saw them on the couch. He had his arm around her and they were watching TV. I looked at the screen and it was a dirty movie. I then looked at my folks again. Dad's arm wasn't just around her shoulders, it was inside her blouse and he was feeling up her tits. And she had her hand in his pants."

"Did they catch you?"

"No. I was real quiet. She pulled off his pants and started sucking on him. And he put his hand under her skirt, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. I knew then that something neat was happening." Smiling at her aunt, she added, "I didn't quite know what all what was going on, but they both seemed to be enjoying it immensely, a number of times. I figured it couldn't be all that bad, this sex stuff."

"So when did you figure out what was going on?"

"I lost my cherry when I was around thirteen-and-a-half."

Margaret smiled at the thought of her niece's growing up. As a child she had been a pretty, chubby little girl. But at eleven-and-a-half she hit puberty and changed rapidly. By thirteen her baby fat had disappeared and enough curves had come in to rate a B cup. Another year-and-a-half had given her a C cup. By the time she was sixteen, she had essentially the size, weight, and shape she now carried so well. "How?"

"Well, I was seeing this boy, Johnny Blacker. He was about a year older, and lived around the block. We'd walk home from school together. By springtime, we were walking back by way of the creek, and we started stopping to kiss and make out. Real soon we were kissing and necking pretty heavily. And one day, he started undressing me, you know, to feel up my tits and pussy. And I came, without, well, you know, playing with myself. So I unzipped his pants and started rubbing him, jerking him off, and he spurted all over. And then he started on me again. Before I knew it, our pants were around our ankles and he was on top pounding away."

"Wow, what'd your Mom say?"

"I didn't just tell her. I mean, who would? But she kept asking me where I was, and she worked it out of me. But she was real cool about it. She said if I was going to screw around, I had to be careful, and took me took her doctor, and he put me on the Pill. And she made me promise to tell her whenever I did it, so she could make sure I was okay."

"I guess she would be kinda laid back about it all. I mean, considering the family history and all. I don't think your Dad would have liked it, but he'd been dead, what, about a year by then?"

"A year-and-a-half, closer to. That's when Mom quit smoking and made sure I never started. Anyway, she began giving me tips, advice on techniques and whatnot. And even let me borrow some clothes for my prom. She knew I'd be staying somewhere with the guy. She loaned me this long black velvet dress. It was real tight and cut real, real low. And I borrowed these long black gloves, that went all the way up my arms. Then she said not to wear any underwear, just long black stockings and high heels."

"Wow! What'd your date say?"

"Well, he was just blown away. Every time we slow danced, I would rub against him and tell him how good the velvet felt on my naked tits and cunt. After the prom and the party later, we went to this motel. I simply took off the dress and left on the gloves and shoes and stockings. He just couldn't stop all night. A real all-nighter.," Jennifer laughed.




Jennifer



Chapter 6

By the time Jennifer and her aunt got out of the Las Vegas airport it was late. The plane had been delayed in landing, and at baggage pickup, Jennifer had no baggage to pick up. Another hour went by before it was discovered that all her luggage was visiting Orlando, and wouldn't be back for another day. Margaret decided they would stay in town for the night, and go to the Lakehouse in the morning.

Margaret called the Lakehouse and spoke to a man. "Hello...Roger...We just got in...They lost some luggage, too... Call the Sands and get us a room for the night... Then come around in the morning, say at nine, and pick us up...Oh, thanks...You're a dear...Bye...Say hi to the girls... Bye." Turning to Jennifer, she said, "Let's get a cab and get out of here."

The ride to the hotel didn't take long at all. Margaret told her niece she had some clothes she could wear. They would freshen up and go down to the bar for a few drinks.

The room was nice, not large, but not too small either. Jennifer was able to fit into a mid-thigh length halter dress of her aunt's, and a pair of thigh high stockings and high heels. Her aunt put on sheer blue tights and high heels, and a long, off the shoulder, white sweater. Heads turned as they walked into the bar, and were seated at a small table.

"We could have some fun here, kiddo.," remarked Margaret.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm still a bit tired.," responded Jennifer.

"You can never be too tired for a little action. Just make sure you call me Maggie. Aunt makes you sound too young and me too old."

They ordered drinks, and were only halfway through them when the waiter brought a second round. "Compliments of the two gentlemen.," he said, pointing to the bar.

Aunt and niece looked over to the bar and saw a pair of elderly men smiling at them. The two looked sixty-five if they were a day. Or older. Jennifer said to Margaret, "Now where have I seen them before? They sure look familiar."

Margaret thought a moment before she had the answer. "I remember. They were in the seats ahead of us on the plane." She lifted the glass and smiled at the men.

The two men walked over and introduced themselves. "Evening, ladies. I'm Bert and this is Augie. Mind if we have a seat?" When the two ladies moved their chairs to allow them, they sat down.

"You were on the plane, weren't you?" asked Jennifer. "I thought you looked familiar. I'm Jenny and this is Maggie. Staying here also?"

"Yes. Augie and I are taking our summer vacation, so to speak."

Augie continued. "While we were on the plane, Bert and I, quite unintentionally, mind you, overheard you discussing your, er, establishment, and we were hoping to avail ourselves of your professional services."

Jennifer could not have been more stunned if she had been poleaxed. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped open. Her aunt was, however, fast on the uptake. Nudging Jennifer sharply with her knee, she raised and eyebrow and responded, "Really, gentlemen. Eavesdropping. I'm surprised." Jennifer slammed her mouth shut and listened.

Bert spoke first. "It was quite accidental. My hearing aid was turned up. Once the plane started to take off, I couldn't hear a word."

"Bert told me at the bar, when you came in. We both thought you were fine looking young ladies.," said Augie.

Margaret continued smoothly. "Well, Bert, Augie, Jenny and I were sort of on vacation ourselves. We really hadn't planned on taking on any clients this evening."

"Oh, we understand the suddenness of this. We could make it worth your while.," said Bert.

"If you heard about my...establishment, as you said, then you heard me say that it's a somewhat high-end operation. Professional fees are priced accordingly."

Jennifer couldn't quite believe her aunt was dickering price, when she hadn't agreed to any of this. She reached over and touched Margaret's arm, to try and get her attention.

Margaret continued, seemingly ignoring her niece. "Why don't you fellows go to the bar and get another round of drinks? I can discuss this with my colleague, and let you know when you return. At worst you'll be out a round of drinks."

Bert and Augie smiled and agreed. As they left the table, Jennifer put her head to her aunt's ear and whispered, "Are you nuts?! I'm not a hooker."

Margaret lowered her head to Jennifer's. Talking rapidly in a low voice, she said, "Listen, we're all hookers. Haven't you ever slept with a guy simply because he took you to dinner and a movie? Because it was the thing you did? Same idea. And how many women spread for their husbands, simply because he puts three squares on the table and a roof over the head? They're somehow more noble? If you don't want to, fine. But don't get all holier-than-thou on me."

"I know that. But, I mean, it's just, well I don't know what to do."

"So? I do. Hey, a couple of blow jobs, a quickie fuck, these geezers'll be out like lights, we'll be a grand richer, and can get some sleep."

"How much? A grand? You mean, a thousand dollars? Wow!"

"Never underprice the product, sweetie. And that's total, not per. Well? Yes or no?"

"I guess it's okay. I mean, why not?"

"Okay, just let me do they talking." They raised their heads just in time to see Bert and Augie maneuvering slowly to the table. After they sat down, Margaret said, "Well, fellows, it looks as if Jenny and I are going to take a busman's holiday. I assume you have cash?"

Bert started reaching for his wallet when Margaret reached over and stopped him. "Not now, Bert. Upstairs. We'd be looking at five hundred each." At Augie's surprised stare, she said, "Of course, that would be for an all night party. Now, are there any special requests? Outfits? To be honest, our resources are relatively limited at the moment."

Bert answered first. "No nothing special for me. Just high heels, stockings, and a smile."

Augie was visibly shocked at the price. But unable to appear a cheapskate in front of his friend, he simply agreed with Bert. "Sounds fine to me."

Margaret stood up, but waved everyone back down. She downed her drink in one gulp. "Fine. Now, Jenny here is already in costume, so to speak. I need to powder my nose and clean the room up. Finish your drinks. In five or ten minutes, Jenny will bring you up to our room. By then, I'll have changed." She slyly raised the hem of the sweater so that the two men could see her bush through the sheer fabric of the tights. Augie's doubts seemed to vanish. "These really aren't stockings, after all." She turned and left the bar.

The remaining trio finished their drinks and decided to first stop in the bathrooms. Bert and Augie were waiting for Jennifer as she came out. Smiling, she stepped between them and took their arms. They slowly made their way to the elevators. Shortly before they got to the elevator Bert smiled at his friend and commented, "Long time, eh, Augie."

"I know what you mean.," was Augie's response, somewhat cryptic to Jennifer.

The threesome stepped into the elevator and moved to the rear as a fat, middle aged couple entered after them. The man smiled at Jennifer, but his wife caught his eye. Looking guilty, he rapidly turned around and the couple faced away from the small group.

It was a long ride to their floor. Freeing her hands from Bert and Augie's arms, she slid them quietly down to the front of their pants. Intending to begin getting them hard, she was astounded to feel rock hard erections. She slowly stroked them, and then was surprised again as she felt Augie's hand slide down her rear and pull up her skirt. She shortly felt his gnarled hand gently rubbing the crack of her ass. Her eyes opened wider when she felt Bert's hand move from the skin of her back, and silently tug down the zipper to the dress.

The floor below where they were to get off, the fat couple left the elevator. Jennifer moved her hands from Bert and Augie's crotches when she saw them stirring. The fat woman shot her a glance to freeze water, but the fat man smiled again. All the while, Bert and Augie continued to massage her nearly naked flesh.

At their floor, as they walked down the hall, Jennifer tried to zip the dress back up. Bert stopped her, and as they approached the room, undid the halter top. The dress would have slid to the ground, but for Augie's hand still on her bare ass. Grabbing the dress, she let out a squeal and raced to the room, and let them in. Margaret was sitting on one of the beds, naked except for thigh high stockings and one high heel, strapping an ankle strap on the second.

"Started already gentlemen?" she smiled, holding her hand out for the cash. The two men by now had completely gotten over any misgivings about price. They eagerly handed over the money. Jennifer slipped off the dress and dropped it into the closet. She was no longer at all sure that these "geezers" would settle for "a blow job and a quickie fuck". Those hardons promised her aunt all the action she would be able to handle.

Chapter 7

The first order of business was to undress the two elderly clients. Starting at their sports coats and shirts, the two whores worked their way downward, kissing and licking as they went. Jennifer could sense her aunt's surprise at finding such firm cocks as these men possessed. While both cocks were slim and average sized, Margaret had not been expecting what she saw and felt.

Shortly both men were in their birthday suits. Margaret had them sit next to each other in two armchairs. Then telling Jennifer to kneel between Bert's legs, she knelt between Augie's, smiled, and said, "Race you."

The two women immediately engulfed erect organs in their mouths and began sucking. Tongues swirled, hands stroked and caressed, teeth nipped. The full panoply of oral warfare was used by the expert cocksuckers. Bert and Augie were both shortly moaning and gasping. Augie's cork popped first, but only by seconds.

The two women leaned back on their heels, half expecting the men to fall asleep. They were both astonished to see the two cocks rapidly come back to life, as if they hadn't just moments ago exploded in their mouths. Margaret spoke first. "Another blow job, guys?"

"Not for me.," said Augie. "Why don't you just climb up here. I want to suck your tits while I fuck you."

"Good idea, Augie. I'll take the same, little lady.," said Bert.

Smiling, the women straddled their men, still seated in their armchairs. Bert cupped Jennifer's ass and bounced her up and down on his cock, letting her tits slap him in the face. Augie was more slow and deliberate. Margaret slowly rose and fell on his entombed root, as he gently squeezed her 38DD tits, sucking, alternately, the nipples. 

While Jennifer preferred a large cock, Bert and Augie's seemed quite sufficient to do the trick for her. Their organs were liberally laced with large and prominent veins, which were giving her and her aunt great pleasure in the long, full length strokes. She was amazed that these old men could keep it up. It certainly wasn't what she'd heard about old men.

In her own mind, Margaret was thinking much the same as her young niece. While these guys weren't the greatest fucks she'd ever had, they were by no means the worst, either. And she'd never seen men of their age recover from what, by any professional standard, were really great blow jobs. This could be interesting.

Jennifer, not as professionally reserved as her relative, was really enjoying the sensations of Bert's cock sliding inside her pussy. She could feel her juices running onto his balls, and could feel his cock and balls tightening for the coming explosion. Bert began bouncing her even faster, and moments later she shrieked in delight and collapsed onto his spasming prick.

Augie, looking over at the coming pair, couldn't help but be affected. He urged Margaret to greater and greater speed, while wrapping his hands around her waist. He buried his face between her immense tits and reveled in the sensations. Moments later the two of them came, Margaret's pussy twitching around his spurting cock.

The couples rested in the chairs for several minutes, the women lifting off the softening dicks and swiveling to face each other. Then, as nature called, Jennifer excused herself and went into the bathroom. She was in the bathroom for several minutes, relieving her bladder and freshening up her makeup. She had just tugged her stockings back into place, when she heard the sounds of passion coming from the bedroom. Coming back into the room she could hardly believe her eyes. Aunt Margaret was now sitting on Bert's lap, who was still seated in his chair. Aunt Margaret was facing away from Bert, whose erect dick was well ensconced in her pussy, leaning into Augie, standing before her. His erect member was fully in her mouth. She was doing both at once!

She came over to the couple. "Can I help?"

Augie pulled out of Margaret's mouth. Turning Jennifer away from him, he bent her over at the waist so that she was supporting herself by her arms on the desk. Spreading her legs, he plunged in full bore, raising a gasp from her lips. She could feel his balls slapping her inner thighs. They seemed so large they could swing up and hit her engorged clit. 

For both women, this was a long, pleasant fuck. The first blow job and first fuck had drained the elderly men of any urgency. With this fuck they took their time, giving long, slow strokes, massaging clits and nipples with free hands, licking and nibbling bare necks and shoulders. The two women peaked several times before Margaret, in the midst of orgasm, called out, "Clamp him, Jenny, clamp him. Make him blow." The two women tightened their pussy muscles and gripped the men in position. The sudden pressure was more than they could bear, and Bert and Augie both came to a shuddering climax.

Slowly escaping from her still clinging twat, Augie staggered backwards on now rubbery legs and collapsed full length on the nearest bed. Margaret hopped up off Bert's lap, his now limp dick shriveled wetly in his lap. The two women each grabbed an arm and, laughing, pulled Bert erect. "Come on big boy. Get up.," said Margaret.

"Yeah, time to go lie down.," laughed Jennifer.

Collapsing onto the other bed, Bert could only say, with a large grin, "Wow! Now that's what I call a workout. You girls gotta remember we're old men." He put one arm behind his head on the pillow, and wrapped the other around Jennifer, as she snuggled against his side, one arm draped over his stomach. Margaret sat on the bed next to Augie, idly scratching his legs and thighs.

Margaret snorted. "You're only as old as you feel, Bert." Reaching down to stroke Augie's flaccid penis, she gave it a small jig. "You guys felt pretty young to me."

"Yeah.," piped in Jennifer. "I thought you said it had been a long time. You guys don't fuck like it's been a long time."

Augie started laughing, as Bert responded. "Honey, it's been a long time since we paid for it, is what I meant. Hell, I only got laid just last week!"

"Yesterday for me."

"Just because we're old doesn't mean we can't screw anymore, kid, or that we don't want to."

"Shit, girls, we get more now than when we were kids."

"Speak for yourself, Augie. I used to get it all the time then, too."

Margaret laughed. "Well if you two aren't a pair. What, are you the Romeos of the senior center?"

Augie smiled at her, not only because she was softly holding his damp and sticky balls. "Don't knock it till you've tried it."

Bert explained that the two men owned a condo in Orlando. He had been visiting his son's family in upstate New York, and Augie had flown in the day before to join up and fly to Las Vegas.

"Yeah, me and kids don't get along so well. So I didn't come up early. Spent several nights out of our unit.," said Augie.

"And who lives there? Retired widows. Just like not all old men can't score, not all old ladies are fat and ugly."

"Yeah. I mean some of the girls are real lookers. And now they're not getting any. They moved to Florida and hubby popped off and they're still good for ten, fifteen years. The juices start backing up, so to speak."

"Our building is full of 'em. And let me tell you, they've had a lot of experience, if you get me. Horny as hell, too. Some of those ladies know tricks you girls haven't even heard of."

Augie concluded, "And you never have to worry about getting one pregnant, either."

The whole group laughed at the final comment. Then Bert looked over at Augie, still having his balls massaged. "So who'd you fuck yesterday? You were flying in from Orlando then!"

"When I got to Albany, you and your family took me out to dinner, right? Your daughter's mom was with us, right?"

"Carol's mom? You did Carol's mom!?" laughed Bert. "You said you went out for coffee after dinner."

"We did. We just drank it in her bed."

"Jesus, Augie, you kill me. An hour into town and you score on my relatives."

"Hey, she was rubbing my thigh all through dinner. I can't help it if you didn't notice."

"She did have great legs."

"Nice tits, too. And get this. She shaves her pussy."

"No kidding? You're shitting me, right?"

"No kidding, Bert. She's really hot."

Margaret and Jennifer laughed at the two men. "You guys are just terrible.," said Margaret. They continued to stroke their partners slowly straightening dicks. 

Jennifer, her head propped on her free hand, asked Bert, "So we know who Augie did. Who'd you do while away from home? You do your daughter's mom, too?"

"Oh, no. I did my daughter.," said Bert.

"What?!" exclaimed Augie. "You did Carol?! Your own daughter?! What'd your kid say about that?"

"Oh, Augie, lighten up. He doesn't know nothing. Hell, I've been doing her for years."

"Since when?"

"Since that visit six years ago. Remember, they brought the kids and stayed for a week. You moved out. I did her then. And every time we get together since, we always really get together."

"I remember that. I moved in with the McMurty sisters for the week." Looking over at Margaret, Augie said, "Twins, but not identical. Mid-fifties, real lookers. One's a widow, the other's divorced. Greeted me at the door in, what do you call them? Sort of like corsets, but only covering about half their tits..."

Margaret answered, "Bustiers? Teddiettes? 'Merry Widow's?"

"Yeah,," continued Augie. "'Merry Widow's. And stockings and heels, too. Damn near broke it off that week."

"Well,," continued Bert. "One morning, I was in the kitchen in my bathrobe drinking my coffee and reading Playboy. Carol came in wearing a bikini, heels, and a beach cover-up. She poured herself a cup of coffee. Bill had taken the kids to a movie, and she was going to meet them at the pool later. She started scolding me about the magazine, so I told her I was old, not dead. She looked over my shoulder and saw my cock sticking up through my bathrobe, and said I was right, I wasn't dead after all."

"I covered up a bit, but she kept teasing me. She opened up her cover-up and asked if she looked as good as the girls in the magazine. Well I was getting kinda tired of her crap, so I said I couldn't tell, she was still dressed. Now that surprised her, let me tell you. Then, I saw her looking at my crotch, where I still had a hardon, and she took off the cover-up. She popped off the bra, and said, 'How's this?' She looked pretty good. So I said, she still had too many clothes on. After about another minute, she pulled down her panties. She's just standing there in her heels. And now my hardon has popped out of the robe, again. I turned to her and started eating. Then I fucked her twice on the table. Then she left for the pool, and I took a nap."

"And now you do her every visit?" asked Jennifer.

"Yeah, sure. Sooner or later, she gets her husband and the kids out of the way for an afternoon. And we get reacquainted. Horizontally."




Jennifer



Between the conversation and the continued gentle massage the women were providing, both men were erect. Bert maneuvered Jennifer so she was laying on top of him. Raising his knees to spread her legs, he gently pushed her down until his organ was entombed. Augie and Margaret watched them slowly writhe on the bed, Margaret continuously stroking his cock, until Augie moved to enter her.

"Give me five minutes, Augie. Nature calls. I need to piss."

"Oh, Christ, baby. You get me hard like this, and I can't fuck you.," Augie whined. Then he looked at the coupling couple and got an idea. "Hey, you two. Spread your legs. I'm going to make a sandwich."

Her immediate needs forgotten in her newfound concern, Margaret asked Jennifer if she was sure she wanted to do this. At Jennifer's assurance that she'd ass fucked before, she positioned Augie between Jennifer's and Bert's wide spread legs. Taking a tube of KY jelly from her purse, she applied the lubricant to Augie's erect cock and Jennifer's squirming asshole. Then, as Augie braced his arms and straightened his back, she guided his rigid pole slowly into her niece's waiting hole.

"Everything okay, honey?" she asked.

Looking out from between the two softly grunting men, Jennifer replied, "Better than you can imagine. This is just fine." 

Satisfied that her niece was in no danger, she announced, "Well, have fun. Guys, I've been up all day. I'm going to take a quick shower. Back in a bit.," and headed into the bath.

Jennifer doubted the two men had even noticed. She had only paid attention because she had been looking sideways towards her aunt. Otherwise, she wouldn't have cared either. The sensations were incredible. She had assfucked occasionally before, but usually the boy rushed, or didn't lubricate well enough, and there was some pain. Now she could feel the two slim, stiff cocks slowly slipping in and out, separated by the thinnest of membranes. She could feel the veins rubbing against each other, with her in the middle. By keeping her weight on her forearms, she managed to keep from crushing Bert, and by clenching her pussy or anal sphincter, was able to keep the two men under a semblance of control.

After about fifteen minutes, Margaret came back from the bathroom. Wrapped in a towel, she was surprised to see the trio still screwing. All three were now sweating profusely, and beginning to thrust and buck much faster. Evidently, her niece had been able to manage the situation quite handily. Walking towards the bed, she reached between the three sets of spread legs and began rubbing their crotches. From top to bottom the threesome began to come, Jennifer moaning as Bert filled her cunt and Augie spewed into her bowels.

Augie pulled out of Jennifer, and Jennifer rolled off Bert. Standing, Augie took Jennifer's hand and said, "Come on, kid. Let's get cleaned off.," and led her into the bath. She slipped out of the heels and stockings and climbed into the shower. Turning to Augie, she asked, "Join me?"

"Not right now, Jenny. But leave the door open. I'll watch."

Jennifer took a long hot shower. Augie washed his member at the sink, and then sat on the toilet watching as Jennifer took special care to thoroughly wash her breasts, pussy, and ass. She even thought it necessary to use the massage shower head to clean these areas. By the time she had gotten out of the shower, she was horny and he was hard again. Augie took a towel and dried her off. Again, for some reason, her breasts, pussy, and ass needed extra drying.

Sitting again on the toilet, he softly grabbed her hips, and pulled her pussy to his mouth. He ate her slowly but thoroughly, until her knees were quivering. Then he stopped and stood.

"Do I need to put on the stockings and shoes again?" she asked.

"Not for me. But bring the high heels. Bert likes women in high heels." Leaving the bathroom, Augie's erection pointing the way, the squeals and grunts they had heard earlier became louder. Margaret, now minus the towel, but in her high heels, was bent over the armchair. Bert, evidently inspired by Augie's earlier ass fuck, had decided Maggie needed to be reamed. He was vigorously pounding her, and Margaret seemed to enjoy it tremendously. Her skin was flushed, her tits were swinging, and her nipples were as hard and as erect as Bert's cock.

Augie's only comment to Jennifer was, "I told you he liked high heels."

Chapter 8

The wakeup call at 8:00 woke only Margaret, who leaned across the space between the beds to rouse her niece. Both men snored on. Unsurprisingly, the men had collapsed into deep sleep a fuck or two after the girls had showered. Margaret motioned for Jennifer to follow, and headed for the bath.

"Grab a shower and get dressed.," she whispered. "I've got room service bringing up some coffee, juice, and croissants. Roger should be bringing the car by at nine, so we've got an hour."

"What about these guys?" asked Jennifer.

"Party's over. Don't wake them up."

The two women quietly showered and dressed. Both put on tight jeans, tee shirts with no bras, and their high heels. Room service brought the continental breakfast while Margaret was showering. If the waiter noticed the two elderly men sprawled naked and snoring on the beds, he didn't say anything.

Just as they finished packing Margaret's bag, a knock on the door announced the bellboy. It also awoke Bert, who looked up to see the women handing their luggage to the young man. Turning to Bert, she said, "Good morning, sleepyhead! Our ride is here so we've got to go."

"Oh. I was kinda hoping for a, well, you know, special good-bye."

Looking at her niece, Margaret shrugged her shoulders. Jennifer nodded in agreement. 

Margaret turned and gave instructions to the bellboy. "Take these down to the limousine. We'll be along in fifteen minutes." She then closed the door and turned to see Bert shaking Augie awake. "Blow jobs only, fellows. We've got to get going."

"Come on, buddy. Last chance.," said Bert to Augie.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Augie awoke to find the women pulling their shirts over their heads. They dropped to their knees at the side of the bed. Both men had recovered from their late night fuckfest, and their cocks stood hard and firm in the women's mouth. Margaret and Jennifer licked and sucked for about ten minutes before the men groaned and popped their corks.

Topless, the women walked to the service cart and drank some juice, to clean their mouths. Dressing again, they said farewell. Jennifer kissed Augie and Bert on the top of their bald spots, and Margaret pulled a business card from her purse and dropped it on the nightstand. "In case you're ever in our neck of the woods. Bye, guys."

They were silent walking down the hall to the elevator and riding the elevator to the lobby. When they got to the lobby, Margaret put her hand on Jennifer's arm to stop her, looked out through the glass front, pointed and waved. "This way, honey.," she said, and led the way out the glass doors.

Walking to a black limousine, she greeted the driver, opening the rear door. "Roger, thanks so very much. This is my niece, Jenny. She'll be staying with us. Jenny, meet Roger. He does all sorts of things out at the Lakehouse. Let's go, folks." Roger commented that he had already picked up the missing bags at the airport, at which Jennifer was quite thankful.

If Roger wondered why the two women slept the entire way home, he didn't ask.

***

Jennifer woke a few minutes before the car arrived at the Lakehouse. Looking at the beautiful Nevada countryside, she felt the car slow down and looked to see the limousine pull off the road into a long driveway. She reached over and tapped her aunt on the shoulder. "I think we're here."

Margaret opened her eyes and looked around. "Yep, no place like home."

Roger pulled the car up to the front door of a very large house. As he opened the door, Jennifer could only stand and stare at the residence. "My, God, it's huge! What do you call this style?"

Margaret smiled and said, "Well we're not really sure. Some might call it Victorian Eclectic."

Roger laughed and said, "And some might call it Victorian Grotesque."

All three laughed at the comment. In truth, the house was Victorian and huge. It consisted of a large, three story Victorian house, to which two large two-story wings had been added. The wings went back, giving the house a U shape, with one side longer than the other. This was where one of the wings attached to a large garage.

Margaret turned to Roger. "Roger, would you please take our bags in. Jenny will be staying in the guest room." She faced Jennifer. "You want the nickel tour?"

"You bet."

Leading her up the porch towards the front door, Margaret started. "Originally this place was just the main center section without any wings. The banker built it for your great-grandma, which is how it came into the family. After he died, she took some money she had gotten from him and added the east wing. That connected the house with the old barn, and formed the living quarters for the girls. Your grandma added on the west wing."

By now Jennifer was inside the front door. A large hallway opened onto a foyer with a parquet floor, a large oaken staircase circled up to the third story, and French doors opened into the west wing. "All business is conducted in the west wing.," said Margaret, leading Jennifer towards the French doors. Jennifer noticed a small desk and chair in the corner of the foyer, near a large closet. Seeing her interest, Margaret added, "The hostess sits at the desk. The closet, of course, is for guest's coats."

"The foyer opens into the parlor.," Margaret continued. This was a large, plush, room, richly finished with a number of well upholstered armchairs and couches. Along the back wall was a small bar. "Once a guest has been welcomed, he is brought in here. He can have a drink, meet and select a companion, and so forth." Another set of French doors, this time with frosted glass was open, showing another similarly furnished, but smaller room, leading off from the parlor. "This is the sitting room."

Two beautiful women were in the sitting room watching a game show on a wide screen television. They looked up as Margaret and Jennifer came in. "Ladies, no one is watching for guests.," Margaret chided. "Jennifer, this is Alice, and this is Rachel. We always want to be on our toes in the public rooms, as guests can sometimes just pop in.," she said, as much to the two girls as to her niece.

"Sorry, ma'am. We didn't want to have the TV up too loud in the parlor.," replied Alice, a short and swarthy brunette. She and Rachel, a tall and willowy redhead dressed in a chic jumpsuit, stood and headed into the parlor. Alice, in a short halter top sundress, turned off the television as she passed it.

"Hold on girls. Where is everybody? The place looks deserted."

Rachel responded. "Jackie, Kate, Lisa, and Bobbi were on overnight escorts. They haven't gotten back yet, but'll probably get here soon. Rocky's helping unload supplies in the kitchen. Everybody else is still asleep, I guess."

"Business good?"

"Okay.," said Alice. "Nothing great, but not dead either."

"Well, I didn't miss the weekend, at least.," mused Margaret. "I'd like to introduce my niece, Jennifer. Jennifer will be staying on to act as my secretary and office manager. And she'll also be helping out as assistant hostess, once she gets her feet on the ground."

"Can you cook?" asked Alice.

"Yeah, really.," continued Rachel.

Confused, Jennifer could only stammer out, "Umm...well...er, no. Or at least nothing beyond bacon and eggs. Why?"

Laughing, Rachel said, "Because the cook is off on Mondays, and we need someone new to pick on."

The foursome laughed for a moment, then Margaret said, "Come on, honey. Let's keep going." Turning back to the two girls, she said, "And remember, stay in the parlor." Turning back to Jennifer, she led her out a back door in the sitting room, into a hallway running the length of the wing. "The sitting room is used for small parties, while the parlor is for traffic. Both room open onto the main hall.," she said indicating the nicely carpeted and wallpapered hallway they had just entered. A circular staircase, nice, but not as grand as the main staircase, went to the second floor, near the entrances to the parlor and sitting room.

"Parties? I'm not sure I follow you." said Jennifer.

"Well, we have three main areas of business. First, we provide escorts. You heard, four of the girls were out last night as escorts. This is about a third of our business. Escorts may or may not include sex, but we always price things the same. In addition to escorts would be high end call girl service."

"Walk ins comprise most of the balance. It's just like it sounds. Most evenings gentlemen will drive in for an hour or two, and leave. However, sometimes groups of men will come in, to party, and in those cases, such groups use the sitting room." She continued, "Also, we have a small, but very profitable, number of corporate customers. These groups almost invariably request the sitting room, for discretion."

She began leading Jennifer down the hallway. "Now upstairs, in this wing, are mostly small bedrooms, for use by average customers. On this floor, we have several other rooms, which will cost extra. For instance, this is the 'Office'," she said, opening the nearest door.

Looking in, Jennifer thought it looked just like a typical office. Desk and chair, an armchair, a couch, a few file cabinets. She said as much to her aunt.

"Well, that's all it is, of course. But, do you know how many men fantasize about screwing their secretaries in their offices? About leaning back in their leather swivel chair getting a blow job? Butt fucking on the desk? This is very popular."

Going across the hallway, she opened another door. "Also popular is the 'Jacuzzi Room'. We've got a whirlpool here big enough for a small party. And through that door is a small sauna. When not in use, the staff can use these rooms. Also the 'Exercise Room'." She continued down the hallway, showing the 'Jungle Room', the 'Mirror Room', the 'Doctor's Office', and so forth. The final door seemed much heavier, and Jennifer mentioned it.

"Well, this is the 'Bondage Room'. Some of our clients like to tie girls up. Or like to be tied up. The doors and walls in here are soundproofed."

"You do S&M here? Gee, I don't know about this...," worried Jennifer.

"Oh, nothing real dangerous. We don't allow anything that can cause pain or hurt the girls. They're the assets of the business, after all. Besides, there's a hidden camera in the ceiling. Roger monitors it whenever the room is being used."

Jennifer looked around the room. The decorator had been heavily into black leather and brass chains. Shackles were seemingly everywhere, and the only furniture was an adjustable, waist high, leather couch. "Now this place is spooky." was her only comment.


Margaret laughed and led her out of the room. Taking her upstairs, she opened up a door on the second floor hallway. "These are typical rooms for typical customers. A bed, an armchair, a TV and VCR, and a few porno tapes."

"So where does everyone else sleep? And just how many is everyone else?"

Margaret led Jennifer through a side door that apparently connected the two wings through the main section. They began walking back towards the main house. "I live on the third floor of the main house. The entire floor is a large suite. The east wing first and second floors contain bedrooms for the staff. The main house contains the kitchen and dining areas, a lounge, and several other rooms. Customers are only allowed in the west wing." She led Jennifer upstairs to the second floor of the main house.

"Your room is on the second floor, here." Jennifer entered a large, pretty room. It consisted of an attached sitting/ dressing area, a large bedroom with a very large bed, and a bathroom. It was actually a small suite. Her luggage was placed neatly in a corner. "It's not as big as some, but it's larger than some others."

"It's beautiful.," said Jennifer, running her hands over the pink satin and brocade. "It's just perfect." She turned and hopped up onto the canopied bed. "So who else is here?"

"Well, let's see now. We've got fourteen girls working here, but there's usually one or two on leave or out sick or otherwise not around. Roger handles the bar at nights and Rocky greets customers. They handle security."

"Bouncers, huh?"

"Bouncers. Plus any other little odds and ends we have. And Mrs. McMurphy comes in five days a week, to clean and cook. And you and me." She looked around. "Well, you can take a nap, or come down and meet everybody."

"Let's go."

Chapter 9

The two women went back down the stairs and to the kitchen. By now, mid-morning, the house was showing some life, as people woke and began moving. Approximately half a dozen beautiful young women were gathered around a kitchen table. Margaret introduced them to Jennifer.

"Most mornings we simply have coffee and juice, fruit, some buns and pastries. You know, sort of a continental breakfast. Lunch is usually sandwiches and soup, or something else of the sort. Mrs. McMurphy prepares a nice dinner before she leaves for the day. You'll meet her later. I'm sure she's starting some wash by now."

Jennifer looked around the room. All the women there were young and stunning, ranging in age from the late teens to the late twenties. Most were dressed informally, tee shirts, jeans, sweatsuits, and the like, although one of the girls, whom she had heard was an escort the previous night, was in a skintight sequined evening gown. Roger was sitting in the corner reading a newspaper. When he looked up at the introductions, Jennifer took a closer look. He seemed to be in his mid to late twenties, average size and build, but with eyes that didn't smile. Those eyes are older than the rest, she thought.

Just then a heavy plodding thundered through the kitchen. Looking around wildly, she calmed down after seeing the girls laugh at her wide-eyed concern. Then, coming through a door obviously connected to the basement, came the largest man she had ever seen. Easily 6'3" tall, he must have weighed well over two hundred and forty pounds. His neck seemed to be missing, as his shoulders simply glided up to his head. Since he was wearing shorts and a tank top, his bulging muscles were readily apparent. Turning towards Jennifer, he stopped and smiled when he saw her. "Hi, I'm Rocky. You must be Jennifer.," he boomed out and engulfed her hand in a giant paw. Turning to Margaret, still smiling, he said, "Supplies are all away now, Maggie." And then he barged from the room, heading down the hallway.

"And that was Rocky." laughed Bobbi, the tall, well stacked blond who was still dressed from the last night's escort duties. "He doesn't just come into a room, he makes an entrance."

Jennifer smiled and shook her head. "I guess you could say so." Turning towards the other man in the room, she asked, "Roger, do you enter a room, or do you make an entrance, too?"

Roger simply looked up and smiled, before turning back to the newspaper.

"You'll never know Roger has entered a room, until you see him standing there.," answered Adrian, a short redhead in tee shirt and cutoffs. "Some ninja thing or something. Right, Roger?" she called to him.

Roger just smiled.

Margaret took her niece's arm and led her out a back door. "Now out here we have the pool and a hot tub. And the back yard. Again, guests are not welcome in the non-public parts of the house."

"So, where's the lake?"

"Huh, what lake?"

"Well, I mean, it is called the Lakehouse, after all. So where's the lake?"

Margaret laughed. "Honey, there hasn't been a lake here since the Depression. Ever since they put the dam in Howterville up, the lake has been a dry lake. Sorry kid, just well water now."




Jennifer



The cool breeze gently blowing across her nipples made them stand up very hard. Or maybe it was partly due to the excitement. She wasn't sure why it excited her so much. Maybe because it was a little bit naughty. Jennifer couldn't remember ever having been outside completely naked before. Maybe she had done it as a baby, but certainly never since then. And she didn't remember even fantasizing about it. It just was an idea that had never crossed her mind before. Yet, here she was, a fully-grown woman, walking naked through the woods at night.

When her friend Susan suggested it, Jennifer thought she was joking. And maybe she was. But, somehow, they had talked each other into stripping down to nothing and walking the quarter mile or so down to the lake to go skinny-dipping. They had talked about it earlier in the evening. But the plan was to go down to the lake and then get naked. Of course, the bottle of wine they had with dinner may have had something to do with the change of plans. She was glad that the Summer season hadn't started yet, because almost all of the other cabins on the lake were empty. After this weekend, even at one a.m., people just might be stirring about.

Susan didn't seem to be in a hurry to get to the lake. It was obvious that she was enjoying the same excitement and feeling of freedom that Jennifer was. They were just casually strolling down the path to the lake, as if they didn't have a care in the world. Like they were they only people in the whole world. Just the two of them, all alone. No classes to go back to, no problems with boyfriends, no worries about money. No problems, no rules and no sins. Just like Adam and Eve in Paradise. Well, Eve and Eve anyway.

Susan stopped and leaned over to smell some type of night blooming flowers. The moonlight on her skin made it seem almost iridescent. Susan had very white skin to start with, being a natural redhead. But, in the pale light of the moon, she looked almost like a ghost. A very beautiful ghost. Jennifer had always thought that Susan was beautiful. Her "China Doll" white skin, her long, thick sunset red hair, her small but perfect breasts, tiny waist, firm rounded hips and long shapely legs.

And seeing her naked made Jennifer notice Susan's beauty even more. It was almost as if she was becoming sexually aroused at seeing her friend this way. But that couldn't be. Jennifer had never had feelings like that toward any woman before. And even if she had, it wouldn't have been Susan. They were like sisters. They had known each other for virtually all their lives. Their parents lived next door to each other. Their birthdays were only a few weeks apart. Their last names were close enough together in the alphabet that they ended up in almost all of the same classes in school, from kindergarten right on into college.

They had their first dates together. They almost always double dated. Hell, they even lost their virginity at the same time. It was at the old Starlight Drive-in, in Bobby Jackson's '57 Bel Air. Susan was in the front seat with Bobby and Jennifer was in the backseat with Mike Williams. No, it couldn't be sexually arousal. It had to be just the excitement of being naughty and running around naked. And the wine probably didn't help things either.

Even so, Susan was beautiful. But Susan had always thought of herself as too skinny. Jennifer looked down at her own naked body. She had always thought of herself as too fat. Her breasts were about three times the size of Susan's. And, even though they were very firm, they were big enough that she almost never went without a bra. Her waist was a lot thicker than Susan's too. It wasn't fat, she did 50 sit-ups every night. It was just thick. And even if she starved herself to death, her hips would never be as small as Susan's. Her Grandmother told her many times it was just because she was "large boned". She had even shown Jennifer pictures of herself as a teenage girl. Jennifer had the same figure as her grandmother. The "German Barmaid" figure, as her grandmother called it.

While she had picked up most of her looks from her father's German heritage, some things she had gotten from her mother. Her mother was Vietnamese. And what she gotten from her was dark hair and dark mysterious eyes. And one thing that made almost every other girl she knew (including Susan) jealous. Jennifer had almost no body hair. If she shaved her legs and armpits once a month, it was a lot. Her pubic hair always looked like it had been neatly trimmed, even though she had never trimmed it. The boys she had been to bed with seemed to like it a lot. And, even though she wished she was thinner, the boys always seemed to like her the way she was. She never had any trouble getting dates. Jennifer had never been "easy". So, they must like her the way she was. Of course, they liked Susan too. And she wasn't "easy" either.

But, then again, they weren't nuns either. They had sex quite often. But they were never easy or cheap about it. A boy had to be willing to wait until they were ready. Maybe even take them out several times before they would even let it get to heavy petting. And even then, they never promised more. And they never teased the boys. They let them know the rules up front. If they didn't agree, well there were plenty of other boys who would. Even now that they were roommates in college, the rules were still the same!

Neither Susan nor Jennifer would go to bed with a boy that the other one didn't approve of. They never fought over boyfriends either. If it was a serious relationship, they gave the other one plenty of space. And if it wasn't serious, they'd quite often trade. Most of the boys didn't seem to mind, too much.

Suddenly, Jennifer realized that she had closed her eyes for a while and had been day dreaming. About boys, her body . . . and Susan's body. Maybe it was because of the wine but, while she had been daydreaming, she had begun touching herself. Not really masturbating, just slowly moving her hands across her breasts, her belly, her butt and her thighs. She opened her eyes and realized that Susan had been watching her. Jennifer suddenly felt very exposed. And she tried to cover herself with the beach blanket she had been carrying. But it was tangled in the bushes where she had dropped it.

"Don't be ashamed, Jenny" Susan told her "We've been roommates long enough for me to know that you masturbate. I can hear you sometimes, late at night. And I know you've probably heard me masturbating too." Jennifer hadn't notice until then, but Susan was touching herself also. She stepped toward Jennifer and helped her free the blanket. Then she spread the blanket on the ground in front of them. As Susan sat on the blanket she looked up at Jennifer "I'm too horny to wait until we're back at the cabin. I'm going to masturbate right here and now! And if you're as horny as I am, you'll lay down here next to me and do the same!" Susan lay back and began to run her hands across her naked white flesh.

Jennifer hesitated. She tried to tell herself it was because she was afraid of getting caught by the people in the other cabins. But she knew that wasn't true. She knew they were safe. She had to admit that she was embarrassed that anyone, even Susan, knew that she masturbated. It was wrong and it was sinful, but it just felt so good. Sometimes she just couldn't help herself. But to do it in front of someone else . . . she just couldn't. But, obviously, Susan could.

Jennifer watched as Susan began touching herself more and more. Susan's hands first cupped her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Then, one hand slowly moved down across her stomach and onto her pussy. Not entering it yet, just rubbing the fur-covered mound. Susan's eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and heavy. Softly she began to moan, the way Jennifer had heard her moan many nights before.

Susan's knees began to rise as her legs spread further and further apart. From where Jennifer was standing, she could see right into Susan's pussy. The wetness of it glistened in the moonlight. And Jennifer realized that her own pussy was getting very wet as well. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, Jennifer's hand slipped down and she began to touch herself. She stood there, frozen, unable to look away, watching Susan, the girl who she thought of like a sister, masturbating. And Jennifer began to masturbate too.

Jennifer knew that Susan was watching her, like she was watching Susan. But she didn't care anymore. Neither of them did. Both girls began to masturbate faster, as if they were trying to stay in rhythm with each other. Passionate, heavy breathing and low animalistic moans now accompanied stiff fingers digging into hot wet holes. Faster and faster their fingers flew, each transfixed, unable to take their eyes off the other. Until finally, as if by some prearranged signal, they both achieved explosive climaxes. And, as they did, Jennifer's knees gave way and she collapsed forward, onto Susan, leaving their faces only inches apart.

Without a thought or a word, their lips met, their tongues united and their arms and legs intertwined. What followed was an embrace more passionate than either of them had ever experienced before. The orgasmic spasms, like the after-shocks of an earthquake, continued as the two women writhed against each other. Neither knew how long it went on, but both knew they didn't want it to end. But, as all good things must, the spasms subsided and the embrace ended. Susan looked up at Jennifer and smiled. She was satiated, content and happy.

Jennifer's face beamed at first, then suddenly contorted into a silent sob. Without a word, she jumped up and ran off in the direction of the cabin. Susan tried to follow her, but her legs were still rubbery from her orgasm. It took a few minutes before she could manage to gather the blanket and follow her friend. Susan found Jennifer lying on her bed, face buried in her pillow and sobbing hysterically. It took several minutes before Susan could get anything even vaguely coherent out of Jennifer. 

"Jennifer, Jennifer! What is wrong?"

"Oh God, Susan, don't you understand?!? I'm a . . . a . . . a . . . Lesbian!" Jennifer immediately fell back into hysterical sobbing. Susan tried and tried again to talk to her. But it was no use. Finally, more out of desperation than anything else, Susan slapped her across the face. Jennifer instantly stopped crying. She was shocked. "What in the hell was that for?!?" Jennifer demanded. Susan shrugged "Well, you're supposed to slap someone who is hysterical! They always do it in the movies."

"In the movies!?!"

"Well, it worked didn't it!"

Before Jennifer could say anything else, Susan pounced "Now, what is all this crap about being a Lesbian?" Jennifer looked down at her hands "Oh, Susy. It's what we did just now in the woods. That's what it's all about. I enjoyed it!" Susan seemed puzzled "I enjoyed it too. Why does that make you think you're a Lesbian?" Jennifer looked at her "You don't understand. I mean I really enjoyed it. I've never had an orgasm that good with a man." Susan shook her head "I really enjoyed it too. I've never had an orgasm that good before either. But I still don't think it makes either of us Lesbians."

Jennifer was on the verge of losing it again. Tears were already leaking down both cheeks. She was looking everywhere but at Susan. "You still don't get it" Jennifer told her "When I was watching you touch yourself . . . I wished they were my hands touching you like that. And I also wished that . . . you were touching me like that too." Susan took Jennifer's face between her hands "I do understand, because I was wishing the same thing. But having fantasies about each other doesn't mean we are Lesbians." Jennifer shook her head "Oh no? Then what would you call it?"

Susan thought for a moment. "Forbidden Fruit" she said flatly. "What?" Jennifer replied. "Forbidden Fruit. Wanting something because you know you can't have it." Jennifer shook her head "I had some. And now I want more." Susan slid into the bed next to Jennifer. "No Jenny," she told her "We only had a taste. Just enough to make us want more. The only way to get this out of our systems is to let go and have it all!" Susan leaned close and kissed Jennifer as passionately as she could. But Jennifer resisted "No, Susan, this isn't right."

"Jenny, how could anything that feels this good be wrong? Besides, if you don't try it, how will you ever know for sure if you're straight or gay?"

Without waiting for an answer, Susan resumed kissing her friend. Jennifer resisted for a few seconds longer, before giving in to her own desires. Slowly, at first, the two women began to explore each others bodies. First with their hands, then with their lips and tongues. Both women had become determined to hold back nothing. Everything they did seemed to give them both pleasure. And they did it all. They left no part of each others bodies untouched, unkissed and unlicked. Orgasm after orgasm washed over them, each one better than the last. Until finally, exhaustion over took them and they fell asleep in each others arms.

In the morning, neither of them spoke of the previous night for a long while. Finally, Jennifer broke the silence "What we did last night was like nothing I have ever experienced. No man has ever made me cum so much and so hard. How can you doubt that we are Lesbians?" Susan bit her lip and thought for several minutes before answering. "I don't know, Jenny. I think if I were a Lesbian, I would know it in my heart. And I just don't feel that. Yes, last night was good. It was Damn Good! But I still don't think either of us are Lesbians." Jennifer looked at her "Then how do you explain what happened? How do you explain away the fact that neither of us has ever had better sex than that?"

Susan thought for a moment. "You know, Sigmund Freud's theory was that we are all Bi-Sexual. And that it is just subconscious pressure from our families, our peers and Society as a whole that forces us to choose one or the other. Maybe he was right. Maybe we were just tapping into our other half." Jennifer still wasn't convinced "I might buy that, if it wasn't for the fact that none of the sex I have ever had has been anywhere close to what we had last night." Susan looked up at her "Maybe that's because, for the first time in our lives, we weren't just having sex." Jennifer looked puzzled "What is that supposed to mean?" Susan continued "We weren't just having sex. I think last night, for the first time in our lives, we made love."

Jennifer almost fell off her chair "What?!?!?" Susan suddenly knew she was right and she wasn't about to give up "You can't deny that we have loved each other for years. But did you ever love any of the boys you've been to bed with. I mean really love them?" She thought about it for a moment "Well, there were a few of them that, at the time . . ." Jennifer's answer trailed off. She was so sure last night and again this morning. But what Susan just said seemed to make so much sense. And she wasn't so sure anymore.

Susan suddenly hopped up and began to get into her bikini. Jennifer looked at her "What are you doing?" Susan tossed Jennifer her bikini "Look, we are either Lesbians or we're not. Either way, we don't have to have an answer about this today. We've got all summer to figure it out. In the mean time, I'm heading for the beach. This will probably be the last day we'll have it all to ourselves. The summer crowds will start coming in tomorrow." As usual, Susan was right. Jennifer slid into her bikini and headed out the door after her friend.

On the path to the beach, they bumped into Mrs. Anderson, the widow lady who lived a couple cabins over. She was a sweet old lady who got along quite well with the girls. Maybe it was because she was also a horny old broad. Over the years, the girls had caught her more than once in bed with a tourist or salesman who was just passing through. She wasn't a slut, but if she liked a man she wasn't shy about letting him know either. 

"Jenny, Susy, hi girls. Oh, I had to get off that beach. I was getting over heated." Jenny looked up at the sky "Really, the sun doesn't seem too hot yet." Mrs. Anderson shook her head "It's not the sun. It's that new life guard from the resort. He must have got in last night, because he's down there on the beach working out right now. Blond hair, blue eyes and muscles on top of muscles! And he's wearing the smallest pair of Speedos I have ever seen. Whew, I need to get back to my cabin and cool off. Before I lose control and rape that sweet young hunk! God, he's got such a nice ass!" And with that she headed on up the path.

The girls were still giggling about Mrs. Anderson when they rounded the last corner before the beach. Then they saw him. And they both stopped giggling. "She wasn't exaggerating, was she?" Jennifer said. 

Susan shook her head "If anything, she was diminishing it. He's absolutely gorgeous!" Susan started readjusting her suit, making it obscenely smaller. "Susan, what are you doing?" Jennifer shrilled. She didn't even look at her "You know this whole Les - Bi thing we've been worrying about? Well, I've thought it over and I am convinced that I am, at the very least, Bi!"

The moist heat in Jennifer's bikini bottoms was telling her the same thing. "Well, what do you want to do about it?" she asked Susan. Susan still hadn't taken her eyes off the new life guard "Girlfriend - I'm going hunting. And I plan to have those Speedos hanging from my bedpost before dark!"

"Oh" was Jennifer's only reply. Susan froze in mid drool "What's the matter Jen? We'll still have each other. I just want a little beefcake too." Jennifer shook her head "It's not that. I just . . . well I'm beginning to agree with you about being Bi. But that's okay, I can wait until you're through with him." Susan raised an eyebrow and she was going to tell Jennifer that she could have him first.

But then a light came on in her head. "Jenny, we've already shared lots of guys, right? And now we've shared each other, right? But, the one thing we haven't tried yet is doing both at once!" Jennifer caught on fast "You don't mean . . ." Susan nodded "That's right, we'll each grab a leg, hold on tight and make a wish!" Jennifer though about it for a second "Oh, why not. I'll already have to spend hours in confession for last night. I might as well add a few more sins to the list and get my money's worth!" Susan put her arm around her "Jenny, I think this is going to be the best summer vacation yet!"



Jennifer



It was late in the afternoon as the young woman walked to the front door of her home and slowly opened it. She had had a long, busy day and she wanted nothing more than have a long soak in her bath. Her boss had been trying to hit on her all day and although she thought that he was kind of cute she didn't want to have to be pressured into having sex with him by being pushed against a wall and having his hands all over her pussy. She hated to admit it but she had gotten wet when he had done that and even when she thought of it now she felt her juices begin to flow.

She walked into her place, closing the door behind her and practically ran to her bedroom. She put her stuff onto the chair near the door to her bedroom and took off her suit jacket. She threw that onto the bed and wondered why she wanted to be out of her clothing so quickly. It seemed as if some part of her wanted to be naked as soon as possible and as soon as she took off her skirt she knew what part it was, she could smell it. She looked down and wondered how she hadn't noticed how wet and aroused she was.... it came as a shock.

She reached down and took off her panties and as she did her hand slowly brushed near her clit, sending a shock of pleasure shooting up her spine. She let out a small moan, knowing what had caused her to become aroused like this. Her boss had actually gotten her worked up and she hated that her body had given in so easily. She had been trying to tell herself that she didn't want him- that he was too old for her and that she didn't want anything to do with him but her body was giving her another message entirely. It wanted him.

She took her clothes off quickly and walked into the bathroom, filling it up with water. After she was sure that it was full enough and warm enough she lowered herself into the water and grabbed her washing gel. She loved the smell of it and as she ran her hands over her body she closed her eyes and let her mind wander. Where her mind wandered to was a complete shock to her and what it pictured shocked her even more.

She was in her boss' office and she was completely naked, bent over a desk with her boss' cock deep in her ass. She had never had a thought like this in her life and she found that it was turning her on more than anything in her life. She opened her eyes and let out a moan, finding that her hand had gone down to her pussy that was wet and not just with water. She slowly ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy and let out a low moan of pleasure. Her pussy let out a tingle of pleasure everytime she ran her fingers over them and she ran her fingers over them with a little more pressure.

There was one part however that wanted to be touched- one part that was calling out to her; one part that was practically screaming, her clit. She didn't want to touch her clit yet though as she knew as soon as she did she wouldn't be able to stop herself and she would have a powerful orgasm she could feel was building within her. She ran one finger along the middle of her slit and smiled when it slid inside her easily. She slid that finger into her pussy and began to slowly move it, loving the feeling of her finger moving inside her pussy but she wished that she had more... she wished that she had a toy or a cock- something she wanted more than anything right now.

She slowly slid another finger into her pussy and felt as the muscles of her pussy clamped down onto them. She closed her eyes as she moved her fingers in and out of her pussy and slowly turned them; feeling every small ridge and her knuckles as she partially opened and closed them while she slid them in and out. She slide her fingers out of her pussy and moved them up to her lips, hoping that the water hadn't washed off anything. As she ran her tongue over her fingers she was delighted to find that the taste, although faint was still there. She loved to taste herself on her fingers when ever she masturbated and she wondered what her boss would think of the way she tasted.

With that thought her hand dived back under the water with a slight splash and as if with a mind of its own went straight to her clit. She moaned out loudly when she ran her fingers over her clit and she lifted her ass off the bottom of the bathtub. Her hand began to move quickly and she knew that if she didn't stop then she would orgasm and she didn't want to do that yet. Her hand had other plans though and it moved quickly over her clit and she knew she was close and getting closer with every movement of her hand.

Her other hand shot out and gripped the bathtub and she began to moan loudly as she felt her orgasm building within her. She then let out a scream and lifted her ass almost out of the water as her orgasm hit her with force. She felt every muscle within her pussy clench and felt almost every bit of energy leave her body. As soon as it was over she fell into the water with a splash and found to her shock that her hand was still going and she could feel another orgasm building up. She looked down between her legs and watched her hand moving over her clit.

She lay back and knew that she wanted to orgasm, she wanted to cum more than anything but she didn't want to do it here. She might end up looking like a prune if she did that and she wanted to go to her bed, she wanted to masturbate on the bed and watch herself in the mirror. She hadn't really considered herself a voyeur before but she was so turned on that she wanted to see herself masturbating more than anything. She slowly pulled herself out of the bathtub, not caring about the water dripping onto the floor and walked towards her bedroom.

As soon as she got to the door of the bedroom though she stopped for sitting on the bed was her boyfriend John. He looked at her with a grin and then got up off the bed. He moved towards her and put one finger onto her lips, stopping her from talking before she could say a thing. He walked behind her and placed his hands onto her waist and moved closer to her ass and she let out a gasp when she felt his cock pressed against her ass. She then realized what he had been doing- he had been sitting there and listening to her as she masturbated in the bathtub.

John began to rub his cock against her ass and she began to moan and turned her head to look back at him and said, "Please, fuck me. I need your cock inside me now."

John smiled at her and said, "Not yet Jennifer. You want it so badly right now but I want you begging for it."

Before Jennifer could make another sound John moved her slowly to the bed and pushed her face down onto it. She began to move but she then felt his hands on her back and heard him say that she wasn't to move. She tried to look back but found that in the position that she was in couldn't see a thing. Jennifer then felt her legs being pulled apart and before she even knew what was coming felt John's tongue move slowly across the slit of her pussy. Jennifer let out a gasp as she felt John's tongue slowly slide into her pussy then begin to move about.

Jennifer gripped the bed as John began to slowly tongue fuck her but she got a great shock when she felt his fingers on her clit. She almost screamed out in pleasure as he moved them over the nub of her clit ever quicker. She loved how he was making her feel and he knew just how to make her feel extremely good. He slid his tongue out of her pussy and began to run his tongue over her clit, making her gasp and begin to plead. She wanted release, she needed to cum and John knew it. He stopped and leaned forward, "Not yet hon.... you aren't going to cum just yet."

Jennifer let out a slight whimper at that before she felt John move off the bed. She started to move but then she heard him say that she was to stay where she was and she knew better than to move then. She then heard the zip on John's pants open and she knew, rather she hoped what was coming next. She heard the rustle of clothes and heard them hit the floor before she felt John's weight get back onto the bed. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Before Jennifer could say anything as a reply she let out a gasp as she felt John's cock slide into her pussy. She heard him let out a sigh as he slid his cock deep into her pussy and she let out a sigh of her own. His cock felt so wonderful inside her pussy and she wanted nothing more than to be fucked by him so hard and deep that it would make her scream out with every stroke.

Just then she felt him slide his cock almost out of her and she was about to let out a whimper but before she could John slammed his cock back into her and she gasped. He had never done that before to her and she found that she loved it! She moved her head from the bed and said, "Oh god John, do that again. Please."

She felt him slide his cock out again before slamming it back into her pussy and Jennifer could hear the squelching sound that it made with a smile.

John continued to fuck Jennifer like that but knew that she wanted more as he could see the way that her hips were moving; were rocking up and down. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard and he wanted to do it to her but he had told himself that he wanted to tease her. He had made that decision when he had come home earlier and heard her moaning out loud and the water splashing about. He moved his hips forward again and sank his cock into her dripping wet pussy and said, "Jen... be prepared to scream out as you cum."

Jennifer let out a sigh of contentment as John began to fuck her slowly, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. She began to move her hips against his cock and let out a loud moan as she gripped the sheets harder. John started to slide his cock in and out of her faster at that point and he knew for some reason that he wasn't going to last long, not with the way that Jennifer was going. Her pussy was squeezing his cock and he was amazed with how tight she felt as she had never felt this tight before. It was as if he was fucking an entirely different person right now but he really didn't care at this point as to why she was so horny and why she wanted to be fucked so hard.

He began to fuck her harder and faster at that point, listening to the sounds that his cock was making as it slid in and out of her wet pussy. He could feel how wet she was as her juices were practically dripping off his balls. He could feel that the sheets beneath the two of them were becoming wet and wondered what had made her so turned on but that thought was ripped from his head as Jennifer closed her legs around him and screamed out with an orgasm that ripped through the air of the room. He felt her pussy grip his cock even harder and it felt as though she was trying to milk his cock. Suddenly he felt a familiar feeling deep within himself and slid his cock deep into her and began to cum inside Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer let out another slight scream as another orgasm ripped through her.... she didn't even realize that was possible. She had just orgasmed from feeling John cum deep inside her! She fell onto the bed and then smiled when she felt John almost fall onto her. They were both exhausted and didn't have enough energy to even speak. Neither of them had had sex that primal, that powerful before and as they thought about it they wondered what the next time was going to be like. It hadn't taken them long to cum but what had happened in that short time was enough to make them fall asleep.

As they drifted into sleep, John began to dream about what had just happened but unknown to him Jennifer began to dream about being fucked by her boss and she began to get turned on again.



Jennifer



Jennifer She knows how to treat a man

My wife Irene’s good friend Jennifer, who I call Jen, lost her husband to an aneurysm three years ago. We’re all in our late 50s, and retired. 

Jen is a lonely woman. Other than with a friend named Rebecca, and my wife, she doesn’t go out with anyone. Jen sees one or the other of them, at her house or theirs, every week or ten days. She always furnishes a home-made treat and coffee. It’s sometimes a pie, or a cake, or bread, or meatloaf sandwiches, or baked ham. She loves to cook, loves sharing, and loves company.

One day Jen invited Irene for lunch, but Irene declined, and offered to send me in her place. Jen agreed to the arrangement, as did I.

Jen is an attractive woman, with a good figure, nice breasts, and mile-long legs. She answered the door wearing a shortie robe. “Welcome to my home, Doug. Come in and have a drink with me before lunch.”

“I never pass up a chance to have a drink with a beautiful woman, Jen, so I’ll have scotch on the rocks if you have it.”

“When a good-looking hunk like you calls an old broad like me beautiful, it makes me think he wants to get in my panties.”

“Well, I sure as the devil wouldn’t mind that.”

“What if I’m not wearing any panties?”

“You aren’t?”

“I don’t have anything on under this robe.”

I gulped. I was more than ready for some sex, and I knew that Jen would lose interest if I used any crude language. So. I decided not to use words I normally would for body parts and sexual actions. “Do you mean what I think you mean, Jen?” 

“If you’re asking if I’d rather have sex with you than have that drink, my answer is yes, a very definite yes. I know you and Irene haven’t had physical contact for a long time, and I’m sure you’re fed up with masturbating.”

She opened her robe, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Gazing into my eyes, she said, “Doug, darling, I’ve yearned to make out with you for years.” Her tongue invaded my mouth. When I put my tongue into her warm mouth, she sucked it, and started unbuttoning my shirt.

My cock strained against my fly. She squeezed it, and said, “Let’s go in the bedroom so I can suck this and have your tongue somewhere besides my mouth.”

Her breasts and nipples were even nicer than I had imagined. Her pubic hair was dark brown, and neatly trimmed. “I notice that you dye the hair on your head or the curls below,” I said.

“Don’t be a wise guy. Get your clothes off so I can see what you look like.”

“Having seen your forearms, I should have realized you wouldn’t be hairy like Bill. (That was her husband’s name.) Your cock isn’t as big as his was, But yours is gorgeous, and it’s not circumcised.”

“Irene once said it’s just the right size to get the whole thing in your mouth without gagging.”

We stood looking at each other for a minute. “Lay on the bed,” she said, “I’ve gotta suck that cute thing.” She did more than just suck it; she made love to it. My cock never had felt so good. When I ejaculated at least five huge spurts of sperm, she moaned with pleasure as she swallowed them.

Suddenly, she started crying. Deep sobs. Not knowing what was wrong, I thought perhaps the taste of me was offensive. I cradled her in my arms, murmured reassuring words, and lightly kissed her forehead. She continued to sob. Bewildered, I held her and rocked her.   

Finally, she sniffled and reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand. “I’m sorry, Doug, that was wonderful. I couldn’t help thinking how much Bill and I used to enjoy doing what we were doing It just got to me.” She sniffled, wiped her nose, and said, “Thank you for being so understanding. Now, I want to suck you again, because as I told you, ‘it was wonderful’. But this time I’ll give your cock and testicles even more loving. I love the way you taste and I want you to fill my mouth with your nice thick sperm.” She wasn’t kidding. The loving she gave my cock had me unloading my testicles into her mouth in less than a minute.

“I’ve had an orgasm each time you have, Doug. We’re both ready for more, but let’s tease ourselves by waiting, and go to the kitchen for that sandwich and a drink.”

She moved her chair next to mine, and held my hard cock while we ate. “It’s great to have your gorgeous cock where I can get to it so easily. I don’t want to miss this chance to play with it.” 

“You’re table grade, Jen, and I want to eat you. Go get a couple of pillows while I clear off the table.” When she returned, I slipped one pillow under her head and another under her bottom. I licked her puffy curl-coated lips, spread them, and lapped the pre-cum filling her vagina, sucked the fleshy hood that covered her clitoris, then gently licked and sucked her swollen clit. She moaned with pleasure as she had one orgasm after another. Her love juice was delicious. It always is, but it tastes different if she recently has eaten onions, the weather is hot and she’s perspiring, or if she’s had spicy chili.

“Hold your lips together, Jen, while I get on the table, Then kneel over my face so your warm love juice runs into my mouth.” She cheerfully obliged, and treated me to a deluge of her ejaculate.

“I want to suck you again, Doug, but I’d better call Irene before she starts to wonder what’s happened to you.” At the time, I wasn’t aware that she also called Barbara, and told her to “Get over here fast.”              

When Jen returned, she said, “I told Irene that you were fixing a shelf for me, and might be here for another hour. I’m tired of the kitchen. Let’s go in the living room so I can suck you again.” Once we were there, we wrapped our arms around each other, and kissed passionately. Her breasts and nipples flattened against my chest as my upright erection pressed against her stomach.

After several minutes, she knelt before me and took one then the other of my testicles into her mouth and gently sucked it. I told her that I was about to have an orgasm.. She put her lips around the head of my penis, and sucked for all she was worth. I exploded in her mouth. She was swallowing when the front door burst open, and Barbara entered. “Come look at these awesome testicles and this gorgeous penis, Barb,” Jen encouraged as she stood and cupped me.

I felt like a stud being offered at a horse auction. “May I suck you?” asked Barb.

“Sure,” I told her. “But I’m getting soft, and won’t be able to get hard again for quite some time.”

“Would you eat me? “ she asked.

“Gladly,” I told her. She took off her panties, pulled her skirt up around her waist, and laid on the floor with her legs spread. I put a pillow under her bottom and licked her pussy as she lowered her legs to my shoulders. I sucked her clitoris. She shook violently as she had a tremendous orgasm. 

“He sure eats pussy better than we do,” she said to Jen.

“I’ll say,” Jen agreed.

Barb’s pussy juice was very tasty, so when she asked me to suck her some more I readily agreed. She soon was squirming as her pussy muscles worked to produce a flood of smooth, slightly-salty love juice which I lapped and swallowed as fast as I could. They each laid beside me, with heads on my shoulder, and hands lovingly fondling my penis. I felt wonderful, and wished I could get rock-hard for them.

Jen said, “We’ll have to come up with something for Doug to repair at your house and mine. Whether or not it really needs repairing is unimportant as long as I can convince Irene that we need Doug’s help for a couple of hours.”

“Will you come over and have intercourse with us, Doug? And possibly some oral sex?” 

“Heavens, yes. But you better come up with something I’d have no trouble pretending I was fixing in case Irene decides to come along.

The plan worked, and about every month or so I got together with one or both of them. and we made exuberant love as often and for as long as we could..



Jennifer



Jennifer had been warned about being a cockteaser.

The attractive petit blonde had a habit of going about scantily dressed giving the impression she was advertising her wares.

This was not the case as those who really knew her understood. She was just a carefree free-spirit without a care in the world.

Jennifer had the world by the tail as the freshman had been admitted to university to begin her studies in Fine Arts.

Jennifer was not encumbered with a boyfriend and was a free-agent as far as her love life was concerned. 

Nor was she shy as she willingly volunteered to model for Professor Cudmore's nude figure painting classes and was one of the university cheerleading squad's most provocative members. 

Jennifer was a tempting morsel waiting to be taken.

One of Jennifer's few bad habits was smoking. She did not smoke a lot, less than a pack a day, but she had to have her daily fixes.

It was 10pm and she was alone in the apartment, her roommate was out with her boyfriend. Jennifer had smoked her last cigarette over an hour ago and was trying to ignore the craving for another puff. Finally she gave in and decided to run down to the Mini Mart to get a package of DuMaurier's. 

It was a warm night so Jennifer saw no need to change. All she wore was her gray track pants and a loose fitting tank top. The only one she would see that knew her would be Frank the store clerk and he had seen her casually dressed many times.

Going through the alley cut half-a-block off her trip. Sure it was dark and deserted but she was a big girl and not afraid of the boogey-man.

Whistling cheerfully Jennifer turned into the dark alley. 

All looked safe enough, only that old dark colored van parked halfway down the narrow lane.

There was three feet of space on the right side of the van so Jennifer veered right to pass it. She had just passed the rear bumper when the side door rolled open and a huge figure of a man jumped out in her path.

The figure had a balaclava pulled down over his face and all Jennifer could see were his big black hands grabbing her. She was brutally dragged into the van where her attacker's accomplice was waiting.

The door slammed shut as the engine started. The van pulled away with its prey trapped inside.

A hand went up under Jennifer's top filling itself with her left breast. She struggled to get free but she was no match for the powerful hulk holding her.

The pain was excruciating as he brutally squeezed her tender boob.

"Please, you're hurting me!" she cried.

The other hand yanked down her track pants and panties in one swift motion. Jennifer was now bare from her waist to he knees.

Jennifer knew what they wanted, her body!

The body she had been saving for when that "right" man came along. She could give him her virginity, the greatest gift of all.

Now these bastard niggers were going to steal this from her.

Jennifer was not prejudice against black people and she had a few black friends. It was just that her cherry was to be taken by a black cock.

The van had now left her neighborhood and was speeding down unfamiliar streets racing to its destination. 

Jennifer's attacked had wrestled all her clothes off and she was now naked in the back of the van.

"Where are you taking me?" she wept as her captor mauled her nude body.

"The brothers are going to gang-bang you!" he grinned.

He had taken of the balaclava revealing his shiny shaved black head and big white teeth. He was obviously very pleased with his catch.

Jennifer panicked finding out there was more than two of them. They were taking her somewhere where God knows how many guys were waiting to fuck her. 

The van turned into an industrial park and headed for a trucking company yard at the bottom end of the road.

Pulling between two parked semi-trailers the van stopped and the engine was turned off.

A lone dog barked somewhere in the distance. The sliding van door opened and there were four black guys staring in at the naked blonde.

"Hot dog!" someone yelled as they scrambled to get into the van with their victim.

There were suddenly a large number of hands mauling Jennifer's body, fingers exploring her every opening and hands kneading her soft flesh like pizza dough. 

She was forced onto her back on an old blanket of the floor of the van. Powerful hands pulled her legs open and pinned her wrists to the floor. 

The first guy to mount her was huge. She felt the enormous head of his cock parting her pussy lips. With one might thrust her virginity vanished.

Jennifer screamed out in pain as her pussy went from untouched to extra-large in one plunge of the big black cock into her womanhood. Her deflowering had been especially painful by the callous invasion of such an uncaring enormous cock. It was not at all like she had imagined it on her wedding night, the man of her dreams gently claiming what was rightfully his.

This unwelcome rapist's cock had stolen that all way from her and she hated him for it. She lies lifeless in an attempt to deny him the pleasure of her body moving on his erection.

Jennifer's mind had shifted from her lost virginity to the real possibility of pregnancy. 

As she was abstaining from intercourse she had not need to be taking birth control pills. Now she had a big black cock about to spay nigger cum all over her ovaries.

Her fears were interrupted by an enormous black cock slapping across her mouth. Obviously this second cock wanted to use her mouth.

Jennifer had never sucked a cock in her life and the thought of putting such a vile object in her mouth repulsed her.

A powerful thumb and finger squeezed her nostrils closed. As she gasped for her breath the cock plunged into her open mouth.

"Oh God don't let me get pregnant!" she thought as her tongue subconsciously wrestled the cock filling her mouth.

Jennifer could feel the cock throbbing inside her vagina, preparing to flood her womb with potent sperm.

Other than being black she knew nothing of these men who were using her for their disgusting gratification. What right had they to violate her unblemished body?

Looking up through the darkness in the back of the van she could make out the figure of another black man crouched over her, his hard cock in his hand, jerking it while he waited his turn to immerse it in her.

"Oh God this is never going to end!" she thought as the cock between her legs began to increase speed going in and out her wet sheath, he was about to come!

She felt the guy on top of her stiffen and a warm sensation deep inside her womanhood. It was done! He was ejaculating into her.

Jennifer moaned in despair as surge after surge of potent sperm flooded her ovaries.

She had little time to be distressed at her misfortune before thick, salty brine began filling her mouth.

In a matter of seconds her tongue and teeth were awash in a sea of stringy slimy mucus. In a desperate effort to remove it from her taste buds Jennifer swallowed.

The thick jism slid down her throat like a lumbering snail on its way into her belly. 

It wasn't fair as these cocks were too big for a virgin's first time. Jennifer always thought her gift would be taken tenderly by a caring lover, not brutally by a pack of wild animals. She begins to sob as the second lurking hulk positioned himself between her legs.

He entered her easier as her cunt had been stretched and was dripping with her first attacker's cum. His cock slid into place as he grasped her ankles and placed them on his broad shoulders. He now had a direct path into her intimate depths. 

"Oomph!" she gasped as ten inches of hard, black cock slammed into her.

The enormous monster proceeded to use her soft warm cunt without feeling as it was just a convenient place to deposit his slime.

Jennifer started reacting to the presence of the cock in her most sensitive place. She found her pelvic muscles involuntarily contracting on the foreign invader. Her vaginal walls spasm as the huge ebony log forcefully slid deeper inside of her.

In the impossible position of having her legs raised onto her attacker's shoulders she was defenseless against his intrusion.

God he was a long ways into her, Jennifer felt as if he went any further his cockhead would be coming out through her mouth!

"Oh yes!" she moaned.

It was no longer rape as the cute little blonde surrenders to the huge black monster in her.

"Fuck me you black bastard!" she defiantly groaned.

Her attacked needed no encouragement, realizing his victim had been vanquished er vaginal walls H

The sensation in Jennifer's pussy was familiar yet different. She did not have control of it and it kept building as the pace of the cock in her increased. It was taking her to an orgasm whether she wanted it or not.

In an effort to hasten her climax Jennifer began to actively participate in their fucking. Her hips started gyrating attempting to move the cock inside of her in a circular motion as she bucked upwards onto the thick pole. She felt so wonderfully full of cock. 

Pregnancy was no longer her concern as her womb was already full of black baby sperm and there would be a lot more added to it. She decided what was to be would be and she may as well enjoy the experience as much as possible.

How many girls' dream was it to be gang-banged by a group of black bulls? Here it was happening to her. 

"Can I get on top?" Jennifer asked.

The big black buck on top of her looked confused, "Eh?"

"I want to get on top and ride your cock!" Jennifer explained.

The black bull rolled overtaking the petite blonde with him still impaled on his cock. Jennifer found herself on top, straddling the stud's groin resting on ten inches of hard cock inside of her.

Jennifer was now in control of the cock in her. As two big black hands grasped her by her narrow waist she began to rise and fall on the enormous shaft skewering her.

God it felt good! The thickness of it, the seemingly unending length, Jennifer revealed in the luxury of the huge cock.

Her small white ass rode the black bull's cock like a rodeo bronco rider desperately trying to remain in control. 

The black cock erupted like a volcano captured in her tight cunt. Gushers of thick sticky lava shot from its mouth coating her womb with another layer of life giving sperm.

The sensation of being filled again with black seed cause Jennifer to loose it, her orgasm hit her like a clap of thunder.

It was not gentle or kind as it struck her like a powerful fist almost knocking her off the spurting cock anchoring her to her mount. Jennifer's heels tightened around her partner's waist in a desperate attempt to stay on his cock, to receive all of what she had worked so hard for. 

She felt the warm fluid running down her vaginal wall leaking past the throbbing meat still filling her channel. Her hips bucked in a frantic effort to stop the tingling in her cunt. 

"Oh shit!" she groaned as her climax subsided.

Her partner dismounted dragging his spent cock across her belly leaving a trail of unclaimed cum. 

Another gorilla-like male was waiting to replace him.

The next hour was a blur as one after another black bulls mounted her to pump their hot jism into her waiting cunt.

Their cum puddle between her legs as load after load spilled from her overfilled pussy.

Jennifer's orgasms came and went as her body just trembled with the spasms they delivered. She was fucked-out and too weak to react.

Jennifer was allowed to put on her cum soaked track pants before they kicked her out of the van. Her cunt was still dripping with cum and she was bare breasted but only a block from home.

With a little bit of luck she could dash back to her apartment and jump into the shower without anyone seeing her.



Jennifer - A Dom/sub Love Story



Finally, after months of searching, there it was! The ad Jennifer had been searching for finally showed up on Craigslist! She just knew this was the right one for her, she could feel it!

Housekeeper with Benefits Wanted: Rubenesque, petite brunette wanted to perform chores around home. You must be submissive and obedient, willing to take instructions without question and willing to accept punishment if you do not perform up to par. I will teach you what I require and you will learn as you go. I am waiting for you to contact me for more information. I expect you to respond promptly.

Jennifer was typing a response email almost as soon as she had finished reading the listing. It was so exciting to find the right ad; she couldn't wait for the response. 

I believe I am the maid that can provide you with all the services you require. My housekeeping skills are impeccable and I am willing to provide additional services that you may so desire. I am new to this, but am a quick study and eager to please. If you are willing to teach me, please contact me.

On a whim, Jen decided to attach a copy of herself in her old French maid uniform. She went with it figuring that it accentuated every curve of her voluptuous body. In her mind the picture was a gamble. She had responded to CL ads before, only to be disappointed. This outfit used to fit a little better, but she had put on a few pounds and gravity was taking its toll in the years since she bought it. Jen had met a few men, sight unseen, only to be told that they considered her too old, or that they were expecting a 20-something gym body. They wanted a tight firm ass, and perfect breasts. "Perfect," she thought, "you mean fake! These are all me and someone needs to appreciate that!" Glancing out the window, Jennifer saw the local hottie jogging down her street. Rachel Bream was the teenage daughter in the house on the corner. Her long golden locks and large breasts always turned the heads of the neighborhood boys and men. Sure she may play innocent, but we all know that she knows damn well what she is doing when she squeezes on that obviously small sports bra and those skin tight bike shorts to run in. "Enjoy those big firm boobs now," Jen says aloud to herself. "They may be nice enough to get you some attention now, but in a few years you are gonna look like me." Jen glances down at her sagging D-cup breasts, barely covered by the maid costume. She unties the neck straps and turns to look at herself in the hall mirror. Cupping each breast in her hands, she raises them and says, "We've had some fun in our days, haven't we girls?"

Jen lowered her breasts slowly to their natural level, almost as if watching gravity take its effect on them through some high speed camera that has filmed her over the years. She thought back to the first and only time she put the outfit on for her former boyfriend. That was several years ago and the two had been living together a few years. She was looking to spice things up a bit and decided to surprise him when he arrived home from work. But instead of the reaction she expected, he told her to take the silly thing off. It's not Halloween he said... That had been the final straw with him. Shortly after that, Jen moved out on her own again. In the years since, she has pursued her sexual education. The internet was a wonderful place for her to discover so many new things. In retrospect, she realized that her old flame was actually holding her back. If she were still with him, she never would have discovered the wide open world of fetish sex, and her most recent interest in being a submissive. Just the thought of being controlled by some strange man excited her.

At first Jennifer checked her email inbox every hour. She was so aroused at the thought that she could feel her panties get damp each time she logged in searching for any response. With none in the inbox, she was dying to give her hot loins some attention. Just a few fingers briefly, she thought. The good stuff is yet to come. "Mmm," the moisture on her fingers tasted like honey on her tongue. "How long before he samples my kitty?" she wonders, as she slides her fingers in again. Her fingers are sufficient for now, but she grows impatient as the hours, then days go by.

It actually takes the better part of a week before something happens. Jennifer was actually starting to feel like this was not going to be the one. Doubts had clouded her mind and she was just about to give up. She decided to look for the last time. "If he hasn't answered me now, I will give up," she decides. But there it was! On her last try, the response had finally arrived!

You have waited for me this long. I see you can be patient. You have passed the first test. Most other responders send another email before the week is out, but you did not. I like that.

"He likes me! He likes me! Oh I hope this works out!" The moistness between her thighs returns as Jennifer read on...

I require two things. You must arrive to my home attired as I direct, and you must respect my time. If you will commit to these things, we may proceed.

Jen's response is short and to the point. 

Sir, I am eager to serve and please you. Please allow me the chance to prove it.

A day later his response is received. Jennifer practically cums in her pants when she sees his message in the inbox. 

You have been granted the chance. Do not let me down. Tell me your sizes so that I will have the proper uniform for you when you arrive.

"Sizes," Jen wonders. "I have my own maid outfit already, but if I must follow instructions, I will do as I am told." 

I wear a size 10 pants and a medium or large top, depending on how tight I want the blouse. 

Jennifer figured she would give her new mystery man the chance to decide if he wanted her in a clingy outfit or not. It seems the game had begun already. "I wonder what sort of uniform he is going to make me wear."

In two days' time Jennifer received another email instructing her to come to his home on Saturday in the early morning for a 6am start. She was to wear absolutely nothing under an overcoat. 

Your uniform will be provided when you arrive. 

In the early spring an overcoat is not a problem, but in the mid summer Jen wonders if an overcoat will provoke questions from the neighbors. "Wow," she thinks. "This guy is serious business!"

Saturday arrives and Jennifer has prepared herself as instructed. After a shower, she shaved her pubic hair, and applied her sexiest body lotion scent. Striding to the front door wearing nothing between her smile and her green sandals, Jen takes an overcoat from the closet and puts it on. She carefully ties the waist belt, takes a deep breathe and steps out her front door. Walking down the driveway, Jen tries to shake the feeling that the neighbor next door picking up her paper from her lawn knows what she is up to. Jen throws up a polite wave as she walks to her car, not wanting to let go of the coat for too long. Climbing into the front seat she notices a heat growing between her legs, and grabs the coat flaps to ensure she doesn't flash the neighborhood. 

Thinking about what is the day may bring as she drives, the heat between her legs continues to grow. Squirming in the driver's seat, she can't help but reach a hand between her legs at the red light. She smiles at the male driver in the car next to her as the light changes, waving her cum soaked fingers "good-bye" as she speeds off. It is one of those times that she wishes that she was not driving a stick shift so she could continue her fingering as she drives, but she has another idea come to mind. Turning the a/c vents, she manages to send a cool breeze directly into her lap, helping cool the fire down below. The exhilaration is inspiring on the drive.

Turning into the driveway, Jennifer can see his modest home. It is not the awe inspiring mansion she had imagined, but she was not going to let that spoil the excitement. It was a two-story brick house with a chimney on the roof. "Must be at least a 3 bedroom." she evaluates. In the driveway, again cautious not to flash the old man on the next driveway, she clenches the bottom of the coat as she walks up the driveway in the morning breeze. The cool morning air is enjoyable as it flows up between your thighs.

Jen rings the doorbell, and the door opens wide. With the shaded by the trees in the front yard, she cannot see the face of the man that greets her, but she hears his gravely voice, 

"You are quite prompt. Very good. You may address me as Sir. Do please come inside." Stepping thru the door, he shuts it behind you and asks if she has dressed appropriately. Jen nods her response. "Please remove your coat and hang it on the stand by the door." Turning towards the stand, Jen's stomach starts to churn. The feelings of insecurity start to creep into her mind. Untying the belt, the fear of rejection starts to cloud her brain. 

"Why do you hesitate," he asks her? 

Jen realizes that she had frozen to the spot and not yet removed her coat. A strong hand rests on her neck from behind. His breath is warm on her neck as he says, "Let me make myself very clear. I expect from you absolute obedience, and immediate satisfaction, do you understand?" 

His hand tightens on Jennifer's neck with the question, and his other hand reaches to pull her coat open. She feels the air conditioned air on her backside for the briefest moment before his free hand comes in hard and loud on her soft white generous bottom. A moan of pain escapes her lips as her hips lunge forward in reaction to the slap. Jen is not sure if she was actually hurt, or just shocked.

"Now," he says, "down the hall on the right, you will find a room containing your uniform and cleaning supplies. Please put on the uniform and bring the bucket back here with you."

Slowly Jen slinks down the hall, thinking about what just happened. She dared not turn her head to peek at her backside, but she imagines it is already turning red. She knows he is watching her, and she hopes her imperfections are not disappointing him. In the room she finds a mattress on a metal frame. It resembles a military bunk in its simplicity. On the bed is a bucket with several items inside. Some she identifies as cleaning tools, but the rest, for now, are a mystery. Hung over a chair is the uniform. A purple sleeveless men's undershirt, the kind affectionately called a 'wife beater.' Under the shirt is a purple pair of panties, cut more like shorts than underwear. Pulling on the top, Jen realizes that it's too tight. "This has to be two sizes too small," she thinks. With each breath the fabric mercilessly squeezes her breasts. The panties are too small too, leaving more than half of her ass cheeks hanging out the bottom. They take some getting used to, but the fabric is quite forgiving. 

Jen takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror. A deep sigh escapes as she does not like what she sees. "Why is time so cruel to women and not men," she asks as she looks at her sagging breasts again. The men used to stumble over themselves as they used to compete for her attention. Her diminutive 5' 2" 103lb frame only accentuated the size of her 34D bustline. Her long flowing auburn hair waved freely in the breeze, waving in potential male suitors. In recent years though, she has put on a few pounds and inches. The washboard stomach is gone, and everything has started to sag. The auburn hair is still there, but she occasionally helps it out with a dye job. "Well," she thinks, "youth doesn't have experience. At least I got that!"

Jen grabs the bucket and walks back down the hallway hurriedly, knowing she has made him wait. He is standing in another doorway now. He ushers her through and she is standing in the kitchen. 

"I want you to scrub the floor in here," he says. 

"But it already looks clean enough to eat off of." she responds.

His eyes widen as he looks at Jennifer. "That was your second mistake girl," he says, stepping closer to you. "What part of 'without question' did you not understand? Now you have earned some punishment." 

His hand clamps down around your upper arm as he practically drags Jennifer to the living room. There is a footrest off the bottom on the couch where he tosses her down over it. She fears what is to come, and already not sure if it was a good idea to come here. 

"I'm sorry Sir, Jen says, "I'll never question you again!!" 

"You said you were a quick study, but already you need another lesson!" 

The sound of Jennifer's scared breathing is pierced by the sound of flesh striking meaty flesh. Whack!! His large hand strikes the bare part of her fleshy white bottom. It stings. whack!! A second slap lands, but on the drawback, Jen is barely conscious of him running a finger between her legs. Whack, whack! 2 more quick hits and this time Jen is sure that he slipped a finger between her thighs. She can feel the heat of the redness in her ass cheeks; they must be flush with color by now. Pulling Jen up by your hair, he stands her up again and asks, "How does that floor look to you now?" 

"I must clean it for you sir," she answers, trying to fight back an angry scream. 

"Good girl, perhaps you are a quick study," he smiles dryly.

Jen walks back to the kitchen door, bucket in hand. As she enters, she takes a mop from the corner. 

"No no," he says. "Down on your knees. I want your ass up so I can see it as you clean. Make sure you scrub it good too. All of it." 

"I am really going to clean," Jen starts to think? "This is not why I came here." As she begins scrubbing the floor, she can feel his eyes upon her, staring at her breasts as they are being held captive by the undersized shirt. They jiggle with the rhythm of her brushstrokes, and she can feel their swaying from side to side. She turns to look at him, as his watching has begun to make her nervous. But as she looks, he is gone. 

"Damn, he is really leaving me here to clean his damn house," she mutters. "This is not what I signed up for!" A tug on her hair makes Jen realize that he had returned. 

"What did you say," he breathes in her ear? You don't like your job? Perhaps this will help improve your attitude."

A thick arm circles around Jen's waist, lifting her from the floor. It holds her tightly as the second hand reaches for her panties. She can feel the stitches straining to hold together as they start to slide down her hips. They stop below the fullest part of her hips, and a rattling sound can be heard from the bucket behind her. There is a cold wetness on her ass. A liquid is running between her ass cheeks now as his fingers trace the crevice, one by one until they begin circling her asshole. 

"Oh my God," Jen thinks! "No, please don't," she begs! 

Pressure becomes penetration as his finger forces itself inside her clenched asshole. In one firm push he has penetrated her to his last knuckle. 

"Ooowwww, no please stop!!!"

"I'm not done with you yet," he says. The bucket rattles again and he produces an object which he waves in front of your face. "You are going to wear this butt plug until I say you are done today. Do you understand me?"

Seeing that the plug is fatter than his finger, Jen doesn't think she will be able to handle it. As he presses it against her tight opening, sheer panic takes over. Her hips instinctively wriggle to avoid the pain. She tries to spin in his grasp to prevent him from finding his target. 

"Don't fight me you little bitch, or I will do you worse," he threatens. He manages to drag Jennifer to the hall carpet as her struggles continue. Then with one arm he swings her over in a wrestling maneuver, throwing her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Face down, he pins her hands on her back as he sits on them. His weight makes is so difficult to breath. Jen can barely gasp out, "Please please, I don't think I want this. This is too much!!" 

With a handful of hair, he says, "I told you, absolute obedience. Now shut the fuck up!" 

Jennifer releases a guttural groan as the butt plug is forced insider her. He does not thrust it inside her so wildly, but there is no mistake in his intention that this is going all the way up her ass. His weight is raises off her back, allowing Jen to breathe freely again. She realizes that she had been holding her breath as it entered, and now her lungs are gasping for new air. She breathes in deeply to recover. 

"Maybe this butt plug will remind you why you are here. You are here at my will; do you understand me now you little bitch? Get back to that floor!" Glancing over her shoulder, Jennifer can't even see the end of the plug any longer, but the tingling pain affirms to her that it is there. "Yes Sir," she says, trying to wiggle her hips in an effort to deal with the discomfort. Kneeling down, she does her best to return to cleaning the floor, but between the pain in her ass, and knowing he is watching, she cannot help feeling uncomfortable. "Will he get angry if I don't clean the floor well enough? Is he just looking at my ass in the air? He's probably thinking that I am flabby after seeing my ass cheeks shake when he spanked me." Jen turns again to look up at him again, only to see he has gone again. This only confirms to her that he was really only after a maid he can abuse. Growing slightly disheartened, she finishes her task and gathers the cleaning supplies. Standing again, the twinge of pain between her cheeks is a quick reminder that she still had the plug in place. Being on her knees seems to have lessened the pain somewhat and she had grown accustomed to its presence, no longer feeling the pain of its rude introduction.

Stepping into the hall, Jennifer heard his dark voice call out from the living room. "Have you completed your task," he asks? With arms weary from the scrubbing, she nods. "WHAT," he bellows, standing up from his chair quickly. Despite her fear of what is about to happen, she still notices that he has changed into a robe and what appear to be pajamas underneath. "I did not hear your answer?" 

"Yes, yes, I am finished..... Sir!!" 

"Why do I have to ask you things twice? You told me you were a fucking quick study, but you only seem to be a dumb fucking cunt!!" 

"No Sir, no Sir, I will learn, I am not stupid!!" 

He is upon her faster than she expected him to move. One hand grabs her throat tightly, pulling her closer, as the second hand wraps around to grab the end of the buttplug. Releasing her throat, he grabs a handful of hair, pulling her head backwards. Jen feels the plug move. It is pulled out several inches before being thrust back in again. Once, twice, three times he pounds it into her ass. She has nowhere to go but forward, pushing up against him as she tries to pull away from the thrusts. Jen's hands grab at his robe as she fights for her freedom from this torture. 

"I think you are just a dumb cunt! But I will take the time to teach you proper respect and discipline."

"Pleeeaaasssseeeee.....," she cries, but her shrieks fall on deaf ears.

More thrusts and the burning is escalating. "Do you want to learn? Are you worthy of my teaching you," he asks? 

Jennifer's mind is racing now. What is the right answer, she wonders? The pain and fear have her so confused that she isn't sure how to answer. Her first thought it to stop the pain and be free of his grasp, so she tells him what she thinks he wants to hear. "Please Sir, please. I don't mean to be disrespectful. I AM just a stupid cunt, but I can learn. Give me a chance. Please teach me to serve you properly, Sir."

Was it the tears in Jennifer's eyes, or perhaps the fear in her voice? She wasn't sure, but she could feel his grip ease. She almost collapses onto the floor as she had been standing on her toes thru this ordeal. Her knees ached from the hard kitchen floor, calf muscles strained from the struggle. That same strong arm that confined her earlier was now pulling her closer to prevent her falling. With her hands still upon his chest, she felt his strong chest muscles carved in the thousands of pushups done over the years. She looks up for the first time to get a good look at his face. He is a mature man, older than she, with a sprinkle of grey among the wavy brown locks. He is not a man she would immediately find attractive, but there is something in his eyes, despite the stern look on his face, that tell her he is not as hard as he seems.