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Three and Me

By: Ed0613



I should have noticed the twinkle in her eye when she gave me a slip of paper with a telephone number on it and said, "This lady may be able to help you out." 

It had all started on the first day of my junior year at the university, when I told my placement counselor, Barbara Wilson, that I had problems keeping up with my school work last semester. I was on an athletic scholarship, so tuition was no problem. But I had to work at minimum wage in a fast food restaurant to keep up with my other expenses. The cost of living was so great that I needed to work extra hours to make ends meet. This didn't leave me enough time for my studies, and I had no social life at all.

I called the number right away and spoke with a very pleasant mature female voice that said she was looking for a young man to act as a handyman/grounds keeper in exchange for room and board and a small salary. I arranged for an interview later that same day. 

At 21 years of age I probably looked foolish peddling up to the doorway of her posh home dressed in a coat and tie on my bicycle, but it was my only means of transportation.

The woman who answered the door was obviously the same one I had spoken to on the telephone, but she certainly didn't look like what I had expected from her voice. "Come in, you must be Edward, I am Mary Tatum." 

I guessed her to be in her late 30s to early 40s, tall and slender, quite attractive with a huge mane of black hair streaked with gray.

She invited me in and explained that she shared her home with another woman and that they needed someone to maintain the house and lawn. My responsibility would be to do minor repairs around the house, supervise the lawn work that was done by a professional landscaping service company and ensure that the automobiles were serviced properly. In short, I was to do the things that her husband use to do before he left her for his 25 year-old big-boobed (her words, not mine) nurse/receptionist. There was already another student who was employed as a maid/cook/housekeeper, firmly entrenched in the servants quarters over the garage. I was to occupy one of the bedrooms in the main house, which had four bedrooms in addition to the servant's quarters, so I assumed that she and her friend each occupied their own bedrooms.

I hadn't murdered or raped anybody recently so it looked like my credentials and references were in order. On the pretext of seeing if I was strong enough to handle the chores she felt my arms and had me take off my jacket and turn around. "Barbara said that you were a big boy, but, oh my!" [I am an athlete and stand six feet four inches, with plenty of muscle.] "Barbara also told me that you were an orphan and were having trouble meeting your college expenses. You can have the job and move in at any time. Besides room and board, it pays $50 a week." 

"I'll be back tomorrow with all my worldly possessions."

The next day, Tuesday, my friend, Lloyd, helped me move in his pickup truck. I had spent the last two nights camping on his couch. All I owned was an old suitcase with my hanging clothes, a duffel bag with my shoes, underclothes and toiletries, my stereo outfit and my bicycle. The maid, a very attractive, perhaps Latin, girl of maybe twenty-three or twenty-four years of age ushered us in and showed me to my quarters. I had to grab Lloyd by the belt to keep him from following her when she left. The bedroom I was assigned was huge, with a monstrous king size, bed and an adjoining bath. The bath, obviously built for a man, had no tub, only a huge shower in addition to the commode and wash basin. The room had double sliding glass doors that opened onto a pool deck.

Lloyd and I stepped out onto the deck, and I got a hell of a shock when I saw Mrs. Tatum's housemate. It was Barbara Wilson, my counselor from the college. They were both out by the pool. The bigger shock was how they were dressed. Barbara had on a very skimpy string bikini while Mrs. Tatum [Mary] was wearing a very stylish two piece bathing suit that left nothing to the imagination.

Lloyd was bug-eyed. "You sly fox, why didn't you tell me about all of this?"

"Because I didn't know about it. I just this minute found out that Ms. Wilson was the friend and I had not met the maid."

"Ms. Wilson? You mean Barbara? You know she is a post graduate student in addition to being a counselor? She is also one red hot number."

I really hadn't thought of her as a "red hot number" until I saw her in the thong bikini, and I didn't know that she was a student. I knew she was pretty, but I certainly hadn't noticed her large breasts or her flat tummy and long legs when she was dressed in her school clothes.

The ladies waved to us but since they didn't invite us out for a swim I stayed in my room. Lloyd left and I jumped straight into my books. 

I had barely settled in when I had my first unusual experience. It was the following Thursday. Barbara had gone to school for an early class, and Mary was off on some errand. I didn't have a class until eleven so I was sitting at the kitchen table, having a cup of coffee and studying before I went for a swim, when Anna, the maid, came in. She said something to me in Spanish that I didn't quite get. "I'm sorry, but I don't speak Spanish"

In words that were almost unintelligible she said "My English is not good senor."

"You're English doesn't seem to bad to me," I lied. "Try me again."

"I asked if you are happy."

I was a little puzzled that this. "Reasonably so, I guess."

She appeared a little crestfallen when she said, "Then you like to play with boys, not girls?"

"Did you mean to ask me if I was gay?" 

"Si"

"In that case, I am not gay. I like girls very much. I just haven't had any time for them with my studies."

"You like some pussy?"

I was dumb struck and didn't know what to say. I think my mouth dropped open as I nodded yes.

Without another word, she slid my coffee cup out of the way, hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties and lay down on the table directly in front of me. It had been months since I had sex with anything other than my hand, so I can't tell you how appealing this was. I did something I don't usually do on the first "date." I buried my face in her crotch. Slowly I remembered how to do it, and within seconds she was writhing in ecstasy. My tongue touched her little button of pleasure and I thought she was going to jump off the table. My cock, which had been dormant for so many weeks, came alive, and with a mighty plunge, I let it replace my tongue and entered her. It only took a few strokes of slipping in and out of her heavenly box for me to feel the load of cum building. She was pushing upward to meet my thrusts and moaning with every stab. I think she climaxed first, but it was only seconds before me. 

When it was over, I sank back down in the chair, totally spent, with my swimming trunks around my ankles. The next thing I knew, she was kneeling in front of me and had taken my lifeless dick in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down a few times, and I became alive again. Her mouth was like velvet as it engulfed me. Her tongue was working magic, swirling, probing, licking, until I couldn't control myself any longer and shot another load of cum deep into her throat. Not a drop escaped her.

She got up, went to the sink, brought back a wet cloth and cleaned me up. She looked deep into my eyes when she smiled and said "Mucho gracias, senor. I work here in the kitchen every morning before class."

I think I mumbled, "Thanks" before I pulled up my trunks and stumbled off to my room to get ready to go to school. For the rest of the day I had difficulty concentrating on the assignments, as I reflected on the morning's activities.

Friday morning there was a light knock on my door about seven. I was barely awake, when Anna came in with a cup of coffee and put it on the table beside the bed. She was smiling broadly when she grabbed my traditional morning erection through the bed clothes and whispered, "If you would like anything else I will be in the kitchen."

The thought of Anna waiting for me in the kitchen did nothing to cure my hard on, as I groped my way to the shower. I was standing there, day dreaming, with my eyes closed and my head back, letting the shower beat on my chest and wash away the cobwebs, when suddenly a pair of arms encircled me from behind. I could feel two breasts boring into my back, as the hands slipped down to my waist and eventually to my ever rigid cock. I turned around to face my "groper." It was Mary.

"My, you're all that I could have hoped for. Let's get out of here. I don't want to get my hair wet."

Leaving the shower running, she took me by the hand and led me, dripping wet, back into the bedroom. Her clothes were strewn about the floor. She dried herself with a towel she had picked up on the way out of the bath, tossed it to me and said, "Dry yourself off and come to bed."

Seeing her naked I marveled at the symmetry of her body. She was tall and slender with small breasts that were in perfect proportion to her overall makeup. Her pussy was shiny with moisture and completely devoid of hair.

When I approached the bed she reached out and grabbed me by my still hard cock and pulled me to her. She said, "I need to feel that big thing inside me." With that, she opened her legs and guided me into her. 

She was very wet but had the tightest pussy I ever felt in my life. My encounter with Anna had helped my stamina a bit so we went at it slowly. It was heavenly as my rock hard dick slid in and out of her wet box. Soon her hips were thrusting up to meet my downward strokes and she began to moan, "Oh God, now, oh do it to me now, fuck me hard NOW. NOW, OH GOD, NOW!"

I continued to plunge up and down as she arched her back and let out small animal sounds that grew in volume until it was almost a scream. Her finger nails were wreaking havoc on my skin. I began to feel my climax building, and I pumped harder and harder. She had quit screaming and gone limp in my arms when I felt my cum spurt deep inside of her. Completely spent, I collapsed on top of her. She pushed me off onto my back and I just lay there with my eyes closed trying to catch my breath.

She was also breathing hard when she said, "You are good, very good. Lets see how good you are at this." With that, she quickly got the towel, wiped her pussy, jumped back onto the bed and sat down on my face in the 69 position. 

This was something new for me. I had never eaten a pussy filled with my cum. The first lick or two was tentative, but it wasn't bad at all. It got a lot better when her mouth closed on my almost soft dick. Her clitoris was like a little grape that I could lick and suck on. She was pushing down on my tongue so hard I was having trouble breathing, but I didn't care. The feeling of her mouth sucking, swirling and completely engulfing my soft cock was the most erotic thing that ever happened to me. Within seconds I lost it and had to lick and suck for all I was worth in order to bring her up to speed. Between my tongue plunging in and out of her and my lips sucking on her clitoris she was soon bouncing up and down so hard on me I was afraid she was going to break my nose. I had to put my arms around her waist in order to hold her in one position, while I polished her off. When she did cum, it was a flood, a mixture of hers and mine. She was wiggling so hard I couldn't hold her still. Each time my tongue touched her she moaned and squirmed a little more. Finally, the last time I did it she bit me. She collapsed on top of me and just lay there, gasping for breath. I thought about touching her with my tongue again but since she still had my cock in her mouth I thought better of it. 

I'm not quite sure what happened then, but I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew, I was alone in bed, still nude, and Anna was shaking me. "Wake-up senor, you will be late for escuela." My towel smelled of sex, the room smelled of sex and I smelled of sex. I took a quick shower and dried off with a hand towel. I left the room in a mess and dashed off to class.

I thought I had trouble paying attention yesterday! Somehow or other I managed to muddle through the day, but was not looking forward to facing Anna that evening. I arrived at the house to find my room clean and neat as a pin, smelling like a pine forest, and Anna in good spirits. She informed me that dinner would be at seven in the dining room and that we would be dressing causal. It's a good thing, since I only had one jacket and tie. I tried to apologize for that morning but she just brushed it off with "I understand senor. We all need you and must share. There has not been a man in this house since last spring." 

This was a very unsettling statement, but I put it out of my mind as the evening progressed. Anna served before-dinner martinis to Barbara, Mary and me out by the pool. Dinner, a standing rib roast with English style roasted potatoes, carrots and parsnips, was excellent with lots of very nice red wine. Anna was hovering around the table, serving the meal and generally making sure that everything was okay. She spent a lot of time "accidentally" rubbing her body against my shoulder and elbows.

The moment dinner was over, Mary excused herself: "You two kids have fun. I have a lot of correspondents to catch up on."

Barbara and I took coffee with brandy out by the pool, while Anna cleaned up. We were both tipsy from the wine and were giggling over some inane joke when suddenly she said, "Let's go for a swim" and began to peel off her clothes. Within seconds she was nude and dove head first into the water. I was just drunk enough to follow suit.

When I caught up to her in the shallow end of the pool, she turned around, wrapped her legs around my hips and put her arms around my neck. "Mary told me what a good time you two had this morning. Anna also said that you were a 'hombre muy fornido,' and that I would like you. Do you think you can live up to all that?"

"I think I can, especially since your pussy is pushing against my cock and it's already beginning to get hard."

"Well, let's see if we can't adjust things a little bit and find a proper receptacle for it. Ooh, how about that. See, it fits right in there. Oh, Anna was right! You are 'mucho grande'! I like that.

The kitchen light went out. Now the entire house was dark except for the subdued pool lighting and the dim yard lights around the privacy wall that surrounded the rear of the property.

With my cock firmly imbedded in her pussy, held in place by her legs wrapped around my hips, her arms around my neck and my arms around her waist, I found the steps at the shallow end of the pool and climbed out. Without breaking my grip, I eased her down onto one of the pool-side chaise lounges and began stroking in and out.

"Oh, its too cold out here, lets go into your room."

I wasn't cold, but as horny as I was, I would have done anything she wanted. We left our clothes where they were and made our way across the deck and through the sliding glass door into my room.

She had me lay down on my back on the bed, and straddled my legs. From this vantage point she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth, her wet hair cascading over my tummy, completely hiding what she was doing. I really didn't need to see because I could feel something that must be like heaven. The combination of her warm, soft, wet, mouth sliding up and down on my dick and her hands caressing my balls turned me to jelly. She must have known that I was very close to ready because she stopped and slid upward a little bit. My rigid cock was lying flat against my belly when she positioned herself so that the lips of her pussy were lapping over the sides of my shaft. It was obvious that her clitoris was in direct contract with the underside of my penis, as she began to slide back and forth on it. This wasn't doing a lot for me so I grabbed her ass and slid her up my chest and over my shoulders until my mouth contacted her wet pussy. When I looked up, I could see that she had hold of the headboard. Her head was back, her eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was enjoying what was happening to her.

Suddenly, there was another weight on the bed, another pair of hands fondling my balls and another mouth engulfing my cock. In just a few minutes the mouth was replaced by a tight, velvety, pussy lowering itself onto my very erect pole. A pair of hands appeared around Barbara's torso and began caressing her breasts.

She didn't even open her eyes or look around when she said, "Mm, its good to have you here, Mary"

Mary was bouncing up and down when she said, "It feels good to be here again. How's it going?"

"I'm almost there. Let me turn around." With that she did.

Now the two women were facing each other, one sitting on my face and the other sitting on my cock. I couldn't see any thing but Barbara's ass, but there must have been something electric between them. The moment they began to kiss and fondle each other Barbara started grinding her pussy down on my tongue and Mary bounced up and down with renewed vigor. There was a soft groan from Barbara and sudden flood of delicious liquid.

"Oh, God, I'm coming!" The flow of her juices did not diminish as she continued to moan. 

"Come baby, Come" Whispered Mary as she leaned over to take Barbara's nipple in her mouth.

Mary was still sliding up and down on my cock very slowly. She would go up and down then stop for a few seconds before repeating the motion. Her pussy was so tight that each stroke was heaven. The combination of tastes in my mouth and sensations on my dick was so erotic that I was ready in just a few minutes. 

I began to moan, and Mary picked up her pace when she said, "Oh good, everybody's coming!"

I did, Barbara did again, and I think Mary did after just a few more strokes. We all collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and the part I liked best, titties, and fell asleep. 

At some point through the night, with Mary's help, I fucked Barbara from behind. I fell asleep again only to wake up and find them going at it in the 69 position.

It had been a full Friday.

I woke up late on Saturday to find both of them gone, the clothes that I had left by the pool washed and neatly folded on my dresser. I was still groggy when Anna stuck her head in and asked if I would like some breakfast. 

"Yes, please. For some reason I'm starved. Where are the ladies?"

Her voice was very light when she said, "They are both gone for the day, Senor."

"Anna, can you come in for a minute, I want to talk to you."

She was smiling coyly when she came in. It was then I realized that I was completely nude in the bed and was only covered by a thin sheet. 

As clean as the room was, the bed was a mess with cum spots all over it, and all of the room freshener in the world wouldn't cover up the pussy smell.

"Anna, I've got to take a shower first. I'll come out and talk to you in a few minutes."

"Si, senor. Do you want me to wash you?" As inviting as it sounded I declined.

I stood for a long time, letting the scalding hot water flush away the haze from last night's activities and rejuvenate my body. I felt completely healthy as I exited the bath, toweling my hair dry. I was surprised to see that the linens had been changed and the bed had been made, until I caught sight of Anna out of the corner of my eye adjusting the blinds. She looked directly at me and gave me a wicked little smile, as I quickly covered my nudity with the towel.

"You wanted to talk to me, senor?"

"Yes, Anna." It was unsettling to be holding a conversation with someone while they were fully clothed, sitting on my bed, and I was nude standing in front of her with only a small towel to hide my manhood. It was so unsettling that it soon became erotic, and I began to get excited. Anna noticed.


Three and Me



"It would give me great pleasure to help you, senor." I didn't object, so she reached out, grabbed the towel and whisked it away to expose my rapidly hardening member. "Oh, it is as I remember, muy bueno."

Very gently she pulled me towards her and took my now rock hard penis in her mouth. See gobbled me in greedily and, with her hands on my hips, pushed me back and forth to make me fuck her mouth. This was even better than anything that had happened to me last night. My cock was in the warmest, softest nest it had ever found, and her tongue was performing magic. Within seconds I erupted. It was not until later that I found she hadn't spilled a drop. She had me lay face down on the bed and began the most sensual massage I ever had. By the time she finished my back and rolled me over my lifeless tool had begun to recuperate.

"May I sit on you, Senor?"

I was very polite when I said, "Oh, yes, please do." 

Not another word was spoken while she carefully removed and folded her clothes. It had escaped me, in her maids uniform, how attractive she was. She was also younger than I had thought. Her dark hair was in striking contrast to her perfectly proportioned creamy white body. She was not attractive, she was beautiful. Slowly and softly, with the coyness of a fawn, she came to the bed, straddled my legs and gently lowered herself on my now very erect, pole. Her pussy was as warm and soft as her mouth. I pulled her down towards me and kissed her, savoring the taste of her saliva mixed with my cum. How she had learned to be such a master of seduction in so few years was lost on me as I sunk into the depths of her pussy. She slid up and down, back and forth, taking me to the brink of orgasm time after time, but never quite letting me go over the edge. We lay like that for what seemed like hours, moving slowly, until finally she let me attain the pinnacle of gratification.

It was almost noon when she stirred in my arms and said, "Senor Ed, I must get up. Madam will be home soon and I have much work to do." I thought I still owed her a tongue lashing and told her so. With a wink she said, "I will be in my room from right after dinner until tomorrow morning."

I still did not have the answer to her off hand remark about "sharing" so I had a good excuse to look her up later.

Dinner was early and very casual with both Mary and Barbara seeming preoccupied. Since it was my first Saturday night here I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I breathed a sigh of relief when Mary told me that she and Barbara were going out to a local ladies club and I would be free for the evening. [I later found out the club that they were going to was for gays and lesbians.]

Anna had served the meal and had dined with us. Anna cleaned up while I dropped Mary and Barbara at the club using Mary's car. They said that they would get a taxi home. As soon as I got back I dashed to Anna's room and gave a tentative knock on the door. When she answered, it was obvious that she was waiting for me. She was dressed in the sexiest teddy I have ever seen. 

"Come in senor." She was smirking when she said, "Did you bring me what you owe me?"

"And just what was that?"

"You said that you were going to whip me with your tongue."

"I think I can do something like that," I said, as I took her in my arms and kissed her. I couldn't believe how soft her mouth and indeed her whole body was. The delicate smell of flowers and soap was so sensual that my head was spinning. 

Without breaking our embrace or letting our lips lose contact with each other she edged us towards the bed. When the back of her legs encountered it she released me and lay backwards. In the subdued light, her dark hair formed a halo around her face on the pillow as she smiled up at me. I couldn't believe her beauty. I quickly kicked off my shoes, removed my shirt and trousers, while she wiggled out of her teddy. I know that I should have started repaying my debt right away, but I couldn't resist kissing her again -- and I did. I kissed her mouth, her ears, her neck, and slowly worked my way down to her perfectly formed breasts, I tarried there for quite awhile, letting my hand explore were my mouth should have been.

I slipped my hand between her legs and found that she had been awaiting my arrival with wet anticipation. I kissed my way down and got an audible gasp from her when I got to the carefully trimmed little patch of hair that hid her womanhood. Teasingly, I kissed my way farther down her inner thighs, tracing a path to her feet. She giggled and twitched when I took her big toe in my mouth. I did the same thing to it that she had done to my penis earlier that morning. With that on my mind, I began to kiss my way back up to the spot that would make her toes curl.

I don't remember her pussy being that good from our first encounter on the kitchen table, but now it was the sweetest thing that I had ever tasted. I was lost in rapture, as I nuzzled into it, sucking, licking and plunging my tongue in and out. Her moans, along with her legs squeezing my head brought me back to reality. I had paid back my debt with interest, now it was time to collect some dividends for both of us.

I kissed my way back up her body, stopping at her breasts long enough to kiss and suckle both nipples like a newborn babe. My mouth and face were covered with her pussy juice, but she didn't seem to mind when I kissed her on the lips. Her tongue entered my mouth about the same time as my cock entered her pussy. Her tongue and my cock established an in and out rhythm that had me on the brink of an orgasm in just minutes. Sensing this, she wrapped her legs around my hips so she could control the action. She slowed me down until each stroke was ecstasy. Time after time I neared the edge only to be drawn back just enough to heighten the anticipation of what was to come. When it finally happened it was my toes that curled and my eyes that rolled back into my head. I was so intent on my orgasm that I was not sure when, or if, she had one. 

We made love twice more that night. It was mid morning on Sunday when we awoke and did it again before I went back to my room to shower and clean up. On the way I passed Barbara's room and noticed through the open door that her bed hadn't been slept in. The door to Mary's room was closed and I had to smile at the sounds of passion coming from behind it.

Sunday was an off-day for both Anna and I, so we went to an early dinner and a movie where we made out like a couple of adolescents. By the time the show was over I was so horny I couldn't wait to get home. When we got to Anna's room I found that she was just as hot as I was. We again made love twice more before I reluctantly went back to my room.

The Fall, Winter and Spring semester went pretty much the same as the first week except that Anna and I fell in love. Mary and Barbara continued to use my services with diminishing regularity, as Anna and I became more involved. Anna seemed to understand and did not get upset when one or the other and sometimes both of them came to my room. Mary was pleased that Anna and I had found each other. She offered to let us stay with her through the summer and to continue through my senior year.

Now that Anna and I are married we still see Mary and Barbara often. The kids even call them Aunt Mary and Aunt Barbara



Three & One Lie



"I never get any love," Paul frowned. "Aren't I cute, too?"

"Dude, you are asking the wrong person," Andy laughed. 

"My point is that you get laid," Paul laughed. "A lot!"

Andy continued to smile at his bandmate. "Like you don't?"

"I don't," Paul huffed, his cheeks puffing out like that of a chipmunk. When he made this face, he looked 12 years-old and guilty of stealing cookies out of the jar after bedtime.

"Whatever, dude," the heavily pierced male smirked. Silver glinted as he grinned, "You get laid just as much as I do."

Paul frowned. "Are you kidding me, man? I can count my recent flings on one hand!"

"And I can't?" Andy offered a guilty grin.

Paul just laughed and shook his head.

His bandmate gave him a knowing a wink. "I'll take care of you, man," he grinned and sauntered off the bus.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

She was not his type. Cute as a button in a frilly little sundress, this brunette could be the pin-up girl for Midwestern innocence. Her hair come to a curly end at her ass, which, to his observation, looked very tight. She clearly put time into her figure. Her skin was tan, suggesting that she put more time into her body in one week than he ever had his own in his entire twenty four years. With her perfect physique and her slender, pristine image, she was perfect for Paul.

"Hey there," he smiled sweetly.

She returned his grin. "Hey."

"I'm Andy," he offered, shaking her delicate hand with experienced sensuality.

"Noelle," she laughed. "I know who you are."

"Really?" he asked with fake surprise.

"Really," she winked.

Skipping all formalities, he went straight for the punch. "Would you like to come on my bus with me, Noelle?" he grinned. "It's air-conditioned."

The girl laughed angelically. "Sure. Why not?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Paul, bro," Andy called. "Paul, can I get a hand back here?"

Paul removed his headphones from his head, hit "Stop" and glared at the door to the back lounge.

"Come on, man! Hurry!"

"What the fuck could be such a rush?" Paul grumbled to himself, heading for the bus' rear lounge.

He heard whispers and hurried movements beyond the door, and two people yelled "SURPRISE!" as he turned the knob on the oversize wooden door.

"Happy birthday!" a naked brunette cooed from her perch on the left wing of the sofa.

Paul's jaw dropped.

"Don't just stand there, you schmuck," Andy laughed. "Enjoy your present!"

The diminutive girl sat up and spread her legs wide, giving Paul a graphic show. "Mmm, Paul," she giggled in a high-pitched, ridiculously feminine drawl.

He stepped toward the young vixen, staring down at her unabashed nudity.

She grinned up into his welcoming brown eyes. "In case you're wondering," she laughed, "I'm Noelle."

Paul nodded, but his eyes remained transfixed on her tiny pink nipples. "Hi, Noelle," he stuttered.

She giggled. 

"Well, kids, what are you doing just staring at each other?" Andy grinned from his spot in the corner of the room. 

Noelle laughed.

"Here," she smiled up at Paul, "let me help you."

She reached a dainty hand across the void between their two bodies, grabbing for the buttons of Paul's shorts. She undid them slowly, building great anticipation. Pulling the shorts languidly over his full hips, Noelle began to grin. 

"Do you have a surprise for me?" she smiled wantonly.

Paul's voice went husky. "Maybe," he grinned.

"Mmmm," Noelle moaned as she reached her hand inside his boxers. "A big surprise indeed."

Paul laughed at this, and slid a large hand under Noelle's petite chin. He thumbed the tiny diamond labret that gave her chin a distinct look, reaching further up to trace over his perfectly pink lips.

"You're beautiful, Noelle," he grinned. 

His body lurched forward as her hand enclosed around his hardness, and he had to brace himself against the wall to remain standing. He realized he was going to lose it soon if he didn't calm himself, his breathing already ragged and his entire body a flame with prickling energy.

"Mmm, that's a nice reaction," she giggled from beneath him.

"Wait a sec," he groaned. "Gimme a sec."

She laughed as he pushed off the wall, and kicked his shorts across the small room. His sneakers quickly followed, as he began stroking himself slowly, with rough, calloused hands.

"Mmm, I'll watch," she cooed and sank back into the plush cushions of the sofa. She glanced across the room, spotting Andy sitting in a corner, his pants around his ankles. He was matching Paul's strokes as his own oversized, calloused paw pumped up and down on his erect cock.

"All these hard cocks," Noelle teased, "and none of them inside me!"

Andy grunted and rasped "whore," never breaking his rhythm. He stayed seated but his eyes ate Noelle from across the room.

Paul jerked himself with intense strength and sat down next to Noelle. "Ride me," he demanded with a growl.

Noelle happily obliged this order, hopping off the sofa and hovering her naked body over Paul. Her eyes met Andy's and they exchanged an intense stare as she lowered herself onto Paul's waiting erection.

"Oh god," he moaned and placed his hands firmly on her tiny hips, forcing her up and down at his desired pace.

"Fuck," she shrieked, her eyes never leaving Andy's. "Pump harder."

Both men hurried their paces.

"Oh fuck," Noelle continued to shriek. "Fuck me, yeah. Pump harder, harder."

Andy let out a loud growl, jumped off the sofa, and stood in front of Noelle and Paul. "Suck it! Hurry!" he growled.

Noelle leaned as far forward as she could, grabbing Andy's naked hips for leverage. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock, and felt his entire body pulsate. He moaned, assuring her that she'd received his approval. She continued to lick and suck his length, his hips driving himself further and further into her, as Paul plunged more and more feverishly inside her.

"Fuckanfuckahfuck," Paul growled and slammed her down onto his hard cock one last time.

Seconds later, Andy made an incoherent roar and exploded all over her lips. She grinned and licked them clean. 

"You're a fucking whore," Andy grinned. "I like it!"

Paul was silent as he wiped first himself, then Noelle with his t-shirt. 

"Are you alright?" Noelle asked him with sincere concern.

"Sure," he grinned. "Who wouldn't be after that?"

"Just checking," she smiled. "Oh, and hey, Happy birthday!"

Andy shook his head and laughed. 

Paul grinned. "It's not my birthday, but thanks!"

"You jackass," Noelle laughed, pushing Andy down onto the couch. "You said it was...."

"I lied," he laughed. 



Three and Out



[To those of you who have not yet read the stories "First Position", "After Dinner Mint", and "My Aching Feet", Sean is a successful business owner who was introduced to Cynthia (real name Sheila) as a potential client for her BDSM business. He reversed roles on her and released some of her pent up whatever. Sheila's childhood acquaintance (dancers in the same elite dance school), Francine Martel was also a HS friend of Sean's. She fills in some details to both parties.]

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I was working in my office Friday afternoon when the courier arrived. Joyce works only half day Fridays, so I signed for it. I was glad I did. Enclosed were a set of disclosure documents, a contract, and a picture. I recognized the picture immediately, though there was no face in the photo. It was Cynthia, no, Sheila. I would have to settle that point with her. I had to admit that it was provocative. 

The picture was of a woman, well built, very well in fact, trim, athletic standing against a wall. She wore only stockings and one high heeled shoe. Her long hair hung down to partially obscure her excellent breasts, which were forced forward by the fact that her arms were bound behind her at the elbow. A truly excellent black pump supported one leg--the other pump was lying in the photo just to the right of the woman--while the other leg, flexed slightly at the knee, was point toed to the ground. The tension from the unbalanced support was clearly visible in the musculature. 

I flipped the photo over to see the photographer, but there were no credits. Instead I found a handwritten note, which read, "Hope to see more of you soon." It was signed SS. There was a double meaning there. Knowing her even slightly as I did, I was sure both meanings applied. The signature solved my earlier problem; I would call her Sheila. I felt honored. I was fairly certain few if any of her clients were allowed to do so.

The obvious question--who had taken the photo--was answered by the disclosure documents. There was a surveillance system in the studio. Tapes remained the property of the management, but still frames could be purchased with proper notice. This one appeared to be gratis. Excellent work too. Especially from videotape. I might consider her for my next layout shoot. She might find the change stimulating.

I sat back in my chair and looked at the picture again. Little details came to me the second time through. She had no bikini lines. Either she did not sunbathe or she tanned in the nude. My guess would be naturally dark skin. She cropped her pubic hair. That would be a dancers habit. She was dewing. Rewind. She had dew on her pubic hair. Enough to be visible at call it, 30 feet. And I left her like that. Way to go stud. Get a girl hot and leave her standing there. If my brains were dynamite…

Lets see. I had given her card to Franki. I was not going to call Chuck. Where oh where has your phone number gone. Ah letterhead. Answering service. Even better. I left a message that I would be at the same restaurant we had been introduced on Monday at 1:00. I mentioned the contract. If she showed or called…

The weekend dragged like few I had had. I could not seem to keep my mind on work, the game on TV, the game at the club, anything. Monday I set up a status meeting with Chuck. He seemed eager to meet. I could guess why. 

Lunch was fun. Sheila came by at the soup course. We both scared the shit out of Chuck, who had hoped to gloat. We made a date for dinner and symphony. Poor Chuck was shocked. I swear he never thought of Sheila as a woman. I shudder to think what did go on between those car door ears of his.

With things settled a little I was able to put in some profitable time at the office. So much to do, so little time. Quite suddenly it was 5:00 on Tuesday, and I had a dinner date. It would not do to be late, so I settled for a splash and shave before changing. Ramone's is not the kind of place you go underdressed. Joyce looked me over while she tied my bow. She never says much, which is one reason she works for me, but I could see something in her eyes. She gave me a "Hope she's worth it." as I left the office. 

She was at the bar. It gave me a chance to admire her back, which her dress showed very well. It also gave her a chance to freeze a guys balls with his drink. I decided to play a game of pick up. I cued the bartender.

"Give me a scotch and soda and whatever the lady at the end of the bar is having."

"It's your life buddy, but she's only been here 5 minutes and she's buried three so far."

"Five whole minutes?" 

"Might be less." That was reassuring. 

"Bring them anyway."

I carried the drinks over to her end of the bar.

"Why Sheila Schwartz, it's been…hours since I saw you." If she was surprised by her name, she didn't show it.

"Well Clarance Richards, it HAS been a while." Ouch. First point to her.

"I thought I would come over and get you drunk so I could have my way with you." Evil leer. 

"Why Mr Richards." Scarlet O'Hara. "All that trouble for little old me?"

"Why, tis no trouble at all my dear." Foghorn Leghorn.

" I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." Bette Davis?

"Watson, to the hunt." I offered my arm, which she took. I was amused to see a couple of shocked expressions around the room, including the bartender. I love a good straight line. As we left the room I blew them all a kiss. Out in the hallway, Sheila was laughing so hard she had to stop and catch her breath. I picked up her hand and kissed it.

"Its good to see you laugh. You were so serious last week." This seemed to shock her, then she let out squeal of laughter. Garbo laughs. I would have to dig up my copy of "Ninotchka."

"Oh Sean, you are the first person to MAKE me laugh in, good heavens, years."

"Mother thought I would turn out to be good for something. She had hoped it was Law or Medicine. Still this has its rewards." She thought that was funny too.

***

Dinner was not much. The first half of the concert was no better. But when ours eyes met over plastic cups of cheap white wine, during intermission, I saw complex things churning there. Then things got better. The Prokofiev 2nd, Immanuel Axe at piano, is exhilarating. Before intermission she had kept her hands to herself. When the final performance started, she put her hand on my knee. During the bouncing turbulent allegro, her hand patted time. During the short slow passage it gripped my knee firmly. During the sweeping finale it had a death grip. Julia Roberts at the opera. This girl loved music.

When the piece had finished, we had some time to let the crowd thin, so I brought up Francine.

"I met an old colleague of yours."

"I know. She called."

"Francine and I go back to, what, 10 years old. I never dated her. I don't think anyone did. No time."

"I remember."

"There was a picture of the two of you. You had to be about 15 at the time. She said you were very talented, 'unreachable stretches and impossible holds'. Something like that. She was favorably impressed, and I give her opinion a fair amount of weight."

She dimpled, and then looked sad. I guess dreams die hard. "We were Herr Gruber's star pupils. About a year after that picture, he kicked me out. A kindness he said."

"The man knew nothing about kindness."

"On that we can agree."

"What did you do?"

" I flunked my classes, got arrested, and did some stupid shit. My dad threw me out as soon as I finished high school. I got a job teaching aerobics to fat women. Squeaked by til I met Jason."

"Jason?"

"Jason Hiram Wilmington III. Chairman of, well you know. His wife was in my class. He asked for a private lesson. It seems he thought my teaching style had other applications. He was my first, and I developed a book through him." Laughter, "His wife thought I was there to console her at his funeral."

"I see. How long has it been now?"

"From the time I met Jason, seven years."

"You've done well."

From there we went on to business. I wanted to pitch her on doing my photo shoot for me. She clearly wanted to tell me some thing also. I had no clue what that might be. We stood in the parking lot, ready to go our separate ways, when she finally broke the ice. 

"Sean, I want to bring a third person to the appointment Thursday, if that's all right with you?"

"What exactly do you have in mind?"

"His name is Mario. He's a dear sweet man, but I just can't hit him hard enough to suit him. I told him you would be there and that I would be observing. I think it's the best idea I've had for him in a while. I hope you don't mind terribly." This from the woman that poured iced drinks in men's laps and scared my talkative friend Chuck completely speechless. "I'll be glad to give you a consulting fee."

CR old man, you wanted to play chicken and she raised the stakes on you. Fold or call. 

"My Dear, you be there, and I will take care of things." Not brave, suicidal.

Thursday began with irritation and continued with verses in the theme. By lunch I was ready to shoot my camera crew and drown most of my staff. The one exception was Joyce, who knew how to stay out of my way on days like this. At 3:30 she discretely reminded me out my appointment with Sheila and Mario. I hoped he could take a whipping, because I was in the mood to dish one out.

I arrived promptly at 4:00. In the front room was a middle aged man who looked more Korean than Italian. Philippino maybe. Sheila moved out of the shadows to introduce us. I suggested that Mario might want a lightly attired look in the usual vein of his sessions and that a blindfold would be appropriate, with his permission. He was quite willing and retired to change. I gave him 5 minutes.

Sheila as usual was difficult to read. "Will you be participating or observing?"

"Both."

"Very well, go to the bar and clasp it with both hands behind you. I trust that you will show your usual discretion as we conduct this session." She nodded and went to comply.

This left me with a few minutes to sort through me resources. Sheila had a well stocked cabinet of restraints, ranging from soft and passive to edged and clearly painful. In addition there were paddles and whips in a range of sizes, a box marked "Piercing", another marked "Body Art", as well as an array of sexual enhancements. From these I chose a penis ring, two strings of vaginal beds, lubrication, a light paddle and a middle length leather lash. 

By the time I returned to the gym, Sheila was waiting at the rail, breathing quickly. She was wearing a lighter outfit than the last time we met in this room. In a way it was a pity. I had seriously enjoyed dealing with that wonderful corset. Today she was all business, in a schoolteacher vein: Long sleeved, high collared, white cotton shirt, with a long red and green plaid skirt. As usual, her hair was done up. As usual she wore silk stockings and heeled shoes, today in white and dark green. She really showed her ankles well. On an impulse I added a full facemask to my collection and put them all in a convenient cart.

"My dear, you look lovely today. I would like to put this on. If you will allow me, I would also like your hair down."

She nodded consent. The mask was ceramic, the grinning theatre face. Since she was at the stretching bar, I simply stepped behind it to gain access to her back and hair. As I let it down, I reveled in its lushness and scent. Natural rosemary again. I carefully removed the pins. All were ivory today. Middle eastern by the look. Old. I would guess several hundred on the collectors market. 

"These are lovely. Are they Persian? You may speak." 

"Yes."

"I would like to discuss some of where you acquire some of your personal things at some point. You have excellent sources."

"Now I believe Mario is about ready, so we may begin." I secured the mask over her face and crossed the room to meet my charge.

"Mario. Some ground rules. Do not speak or make any vocal sound unless permitted or instructed to do so. Do you understand? You may speak."

"Yes. Master I…"

"Yes is sufficient. Do not address me as master. You are the master here. All I do is for your benefit. If your refer to me, I am "Mr Sean." If you address me, I am "Sir." Nod if you understand."

He nodded.

"Very well. I will mark this slip up to poor instruction, and will consider it no more. I remind you that this session is being recorded and that Cynthia will be able to see and hear everything as well as the tapes. Nod if you understand and consent." He nodded.

At my request, Cynthia will not speak to you til the session is complete. Now, since I see that you are suitably attired, we may begin." He was wearing a studded dog collar with several rings and leather straps at the wrists and ankles, also with rings. Nothing else.

"Mario, Cynthia has taken this opportunity to present you with some new experiences. You have met myself, but I have an assistant whom you will now meet. This session is her session also. Do not speak to her, or about her to anyone. Nod if you understand." Yes. "Excellent. Do you have a leash? You make speak."

"Yes I do." 

"Yes is sufficient. Where is it? You may speak."

"It should be hanging on the wall beside the door." He gestured with his head.

"It is unnecessary to gesture. Please restrain from such overreaching of my instructions. I see three leashes: one red, one green, one of braided leather. Which?"

"Leather."

"Excellent. A distinct improvement. One moment." I took the leash off the wall and snapped it in his collar. I pulled it lightly and he followed it willingly. I led him to where Cynthia—she would be Cynthia in here—was waiting. 

"My Dear, this is Mario. I will shortly allow you to become more closely acquainted, but at the moment you look flushed. I think you might be a little more comfortable with somewhat lighter attire. Mario, kneel.

Mario knelt with his hands at his sides. "Mario drop to all fours." He did. For the duration of this session you have no hands, only paws. I will enforce this quite firmly. Do you understand?" He nodded. 

"Very well. You may advance and investigate my assistant. Be thorough."

Mario crawled forward and began to nose around Cynthia's ankles and shoes. He seemed enamored of her footwear in fact. While he nosed at her feet, I reached for her neck. The collar of the top came all the way to her throat. I undid the tiny pearl buttons. The lace ruffle was exquisite. It looked hand tatted and attached with a crochet hook. 

"My Dear, this is a new top. Did you wear it specially for me?"

Her dimples replied.

"I am flattered. Mario, my assistant has made a special effort on our behalf. Let us make this session memorable, shall we?" Mario stopped licking her shoes and looked up. "Now Mario, I said investigate. I did not say cover with saliva. I think some correction is in order here." Mario did not look at all abashed. " Now investigate, but nothing more than an occasional nip."

I continued to unbutton Cynthia's top. After the tiny pearls at the throat were more normal buttons down the front. Those complete, I was able to see a front opening underwire bra. Obviously Cynthia recalled being restrained with her hands behind her, and wanted to make removing the top somewhat easier. Accordingly, I opened the bra, pulled the tail of the shirt up, and "Hands my Dear.", slipped it off the back. For some reason a wooden hanger on the stretch bar seemed inevitable. Regardless, there it was. I put the top and the bra on the hanger and placed it back on the bar. Then I returned my attention to Mario.

He had forsaken the shoes for something more pungent. His head was up her skirt at about the level of the panties, if there were any. I would not take bets either way. Easily discovered however, so I lifted the skirt. Underneath I found an exquisitely embroidered garter and plain cotton panties. Evidently she did not plan to use these again. So, "Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Off came the garter stays. I rolled the panties down a bit.

"Mario. Please remove the panties."

He grabbed them with his teeth. I would not be shocked to if that a few pubic hairs went with it. Cynthia made no sound. 

"My Dear, assist him." One after the other, she lifted her amazing legs, and off came the panties. I could clearly see the moisture on the lips.

"Mario, I believe you know how to attend to a glistening pubis. Please do so, while I prepare your discipline." I gave him one brief shot in the ass with a paddle. It was clear that something heavier was required.

Mario wasted no time. In short order he was buried in cunt. I dropped the skirt to give him some privacy. With the mask I could not read Cynthia's expression as I took up the whip. I may not have been able to in any event. I waited until Mario had her properly primed. It did not take long. She was turning red from the effort to stay silent.

"Whack." One full across Mario's exposed ass. He let out a yelp.

"Oh dear. I feel I have failed. I distinctly remember telling you not to verbalize. That is most decidedly true during discipline. Something must be done concerning this. But, for the moment we will concern ourselves with my assistant. She deserves a reward. I expect you to provide it." "Whack." Mario plunged into his work with a will. It appeared that eating pussy was to his liking.

Cynthia was different. She was allowed to see what she would receive. I gave her a full wind up before I let the whip fall on her luscious breasts. "Whack." The pattern of red against the pale of her breasts was lovely. I was hoping the pictures would come out well.

"Whack."

"Whack." One each. I could see that Mario was doing his job. I would not leave a glistening crotch this time.

"Whack."

"Whack." One across the ass and one across the breasts. Cynthia was getting close. I wanted this for myself anyway. I leaned down and sucked on the nipple of her breast. A moan.

"Oh my Dear. You were doing so well. Well here goes…" "Whack." Full across the breasts with one strand straying up to the cheek. I hoped it would not mark her for later. Once again I put my mouth to her breasts. This time I licked the welt and blew on it. Her nipple puckered.

"Whack."

"Whack."

That did it. Cynthia locked her jaw in anticipation of the coming wave. She went red all over from the effort. Her body shook with the orgasm. But not a sound.

"Mario, that will suffice. I hope you learned from my assistant's example. With one minor exception, she performed flawlessly. I hope you aspire to this level in the future. My Dear, you may retire to wash up. Mario we have a little task between us."

I led him by his leash to the restraint wall. I placed the penis ring and fastened him securely. Five strokes with the whip across his chest and belly caused his penis to turn purple, but little else. One stroke across the thighs caused him to shiver in the restraints. Three more strokes set up the finale, and I paused to let him see it coming. "Whack." The tenth blow fell across the penis and down to the scrotum. Semen fountained out. I reversed the whip and tapped him have the handle lightly on the side of the head. 

"Mario. That concludes our session. I will be in, in a few minutes, to release you. On the whole I think it went well for a first session, but I would expect more if we were to meet again." He made no reply. He hung limp on the restraints. I would come back, but I wanted to check on Cynthia.

She was in a strange humor.

"Damn Sean, I'm glad I haven't pissed you off."

"My Dear, would you believe me if I tell you I only follow where you lead?"

"Then I must give you some map."

"Let us not forget your reward." I held up the two strings of beads. "I have not yet given you these."

Whatever makes a situation funny, this one amused her. She was still laughing when I went to release Mario. 




Three and Out



I was already pretty drunk since I had started around 7pm and now it was 1 am. The blonde sitting in the bar stool next to me was rubbing my leg while she talked. What she was saying I had no idea as I was mesmerized by her cleavage poking through her low-cut sweater. My hand was on her upper thigh and her short skirt was barely covering her mound. I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh and she opened them easily for me. With glance down, and I could see her black lace panties. I think I drooled a bit. She leaned in closer to me.

"I'm soaking wet, I need to get rid of this thong." Her breath was hot on my ear.

"I can help you with that." I remembered her name now. It was Mary.

"Mmm I bet you can," she said, her hand climbing up and inside my thigh. My cock started to move now. 

With that, she moved off the stool, kissed me on the cheek and started to walk away. I sat staring at her ass. Mary paused, looked over her shoulder, and winked. I got on my feet, adjusted my crotch, and started after her. I was hard now, with each step the head of my cock rubbed against my tight jeans. She was headed back to the rest room area. 

"Excuse me man," he said as he bumped into me. I wasn't sure if I had wobbled into his path, or him into mine. "Sorry, my fault." He was a sandy-haired tall, but thin, wearing a button-down blue shirt and black jeans. I must have been drunk, for some reason I looked down to his crotch. I looked back up and he was following my eyes and smiling. 

"No, all my fault, man," I slurred. I moved after Mary, but could feel his gaze on my back. 

Mary got to the ladies room, opened the door and peeked in. Amazingly, it appeared empty. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me in with her. Our tongues explored each others as we kissed. I fondled her awesome ass and lifted her skit slightly so I could feel her bare buns. The thong she was wearing accentuated her beautiful ass, and my hands squeezed and explored it. 

She pulled me inside the handicap stall, and closing the door behind us, pushed me against it. She started grasping at my hardening cock through my jeans. I leaned back as she fumbled with the belt, then undid the button, and finally pulled down the zipper. She was rabid with desire, almost drooling as she went for my dick. I chuckled to myself in my drunken state. Finally she was able to pull it out, as she pushed my jeans down over my ass so she had full access. "mmmm," she said as she started to stroke it, staring at it hungrily. She knelt in front of me and began to lick the head softly at first.

Her hands moved to my ass, and she squeezed my buns and pushed her lips over and down my shaft. Her throat opened up and my hardness easily slipped in her mouth. I leaned my head back and moaned. "Fuuuuck," I said, amazed at how she could deep throat so easily. Her soft mouth around my cock felt amazing, and I could feel myself growing even harder. One of her hands moved to my balls, cupping them while she slid my dick out of her mouth all the way with a plop. My shaft was sticking straight out, and she quickly pulled it back into her gorgeous mouth. She moved it in and out, moaning the whole time as she gobbled me. Then she pulled it out again, and began to stroke it. She had gotten it all slippery with her saliva, and she pumped the shaft quickly with her soft hands.

She was an expert, without a doubt. I could feel the precum start to ooze and knew it would not take long to explode at this rate. I pulled her up to her feet, kissed her hard, and then turned her around and pushed her down, bending her at the waist. Her skirt hiked up over her ass and I pulled the thong to the side, her wet pussy glistening on her waxed clean pussy.

She grabbed onto the guide bars. "Put that big beautiful cock in me now!" she moaned. I pushed the head against her mound, and felt her slippery juices practically pulling me inside her. In no time, I was deep inside her pussy, and beginning to thrust in and out. "Yesssss," she moaned, pushing her ass back to me.

"Like that cock?" I asked, giving her bare ass a hard slap.

"Fuck yes!" she screamed. She was pushing her ass back to me to get me deeper inside. I slapped her cheeks again, and pumped in and our faster and harder. Her slippery pussy was slurping loudly against my cock. I continued fucking her hard as she whimpered. I pulled my dick out, and slapped her ass with it, then pushed back inside. Her hand moved down between her own legs and she massaged her clit with my dick slamming in and out of her. Off and on I would pull it all the way out, slap her ass, grab her braless tits inside her sweater, and push my cock back in. Her moans were getting louder, and I could tell she was approaching orgasm. That made me want to fuck her even harder, and I slapped her ass hard again just as she exploded. "Now! Now! She moaned," and I had to oblige her as well, my spunk shooting down my shaft into her already-soaked pussy with fervor. 

"Ungghhh!" I moaned, feeling my cum filling her with each jerk of my cock. It felt like gallons flowed out of me. Eventually my dick became softer and I slowly became aware of noises outside the stall door as the spurting subsided. I looked down at Mary, who was still whimpering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. There were people in the bathroom now, and undoubtedly they knew exactly what was going on! Oh well, what did I care. I pulled out of her and she turned to face me. We kissed for a long time. 

"Fuck baby, I need more of that!" she said in a husky voice. With that, she quickly knelt down and licked my cock clean of our joint cum juices. God she was good. I could feel my semi-flaccid cock start to move again. She licked her lips, stood up and kissed me again. I could taste the mix of sweetness and saltiness from us. Not too bad, I thought. I could get used to this.

"I live around the corner," I found myself saying. Shit, I thought. That was stupid. Never ask a girl you just met back to your own place. She might never leave. Oh well, at this point I just knew I wanted more. 

"Let's go then," she smiled, straightening her skirt and sweater. I zipped up my pants, buckling them just as she opened the stall door and walked out. I quickly followed, greeted by three women standing at the sink all looking at me and smiling. I just looked down and made my exit. 

Mary was waiting for me in the hall, and took my hand. We walked back to the bar area, and I saw him again, standing at the bar with his back to it, staring at me. Then he looked at Mary, and winked. I felt my cock rising again. What the hell, I thought, what is this feeling all about. I looked back at Mary, and saw she was also looking at him. He licked his lips and smiled. Suddenly Mary moved quickly to the bar, almost knocking people out of the way, and ran up to him. 

"Cory!" she gushed, and gave him a big hug. He hugged her back, but was still looking at me as I made my way behind her. His eyes looked into mine, but then dropped to my crotch. I realized then that I was semi-hard again, and the bulge was noticeable. "I can't believe you're back! How are you!" she said. 

"Hi Mary," he replied. "Yeah, I saw you earlier but then you disappeared. I was hoping I'd see you before I had to go." 

Mary turned to me. "Hey Woody, this is Cory. He's an old friend from school. I haven't seen him in about five years!" I shook his hand. He seemed to hold it longer than I expected, but maybe it was just me. My cock wasn't going down yet. 

They chit-chatted at the bar for a while about school days, laughing and giggling as we had another drink. Even though I didn't know anything about either of them and their history, they tried to include me in their conversations. I was starting to get the impression that Cory was definitely not all that into women, and realized now why he had been staring at me. 

Mary looked back at me, gave me a kiss and said "Hey, we were just about to head back to Woody's place. Want to come over for a drink?" Cory looked at over at me.

"I doubt Woody wants more company now, Mary. It's ok, it was great seeing you, have a great time tonight," he said.

"No, really, come on along." I found myself saying. Wow, that was weird. I had just fucked this beautiful thing and was ready for more, and now I was inviting some guy to come along. But I was excited about it. I didn't feel the least threatened by his presence.

"You sure?" He was smiling. 

"Oh yes! Come on!" Mary gushed. 

The three of us made make the short walk around the corner, Mary walking between us, holding each of our arms. When we got to my place, I got us more beers, and sat next to Mary on the couch. Cory sat on the recliner, a few feet across from us. Immediately Mary's hand moved to my crotch, and started rubbing it. She was still carrying on a conversation with Cory about some school prank, and they were both laughing. My cock was rock hard now, straining against my jeans. I was rubbing Mary's thigh as well. Cory was watching us both, and I noticed that he too had a bulge. I looked closely and could see the outline of his cock in his jeans.

It went quiet. "You want to see it, don't you Cory," Mary's voice had changed, and was now sultry. Cory smiled at her.

"You know me too well, don't you," he said.

She started to unzip my jeans, and this time, before I knew it, had my cock out in her hands. She used both of them to rub the hard shaft up and down. Mmmm it felt good. 

"Take yours out too Cory," she said as she started to go down on me. Cory looked up at me just as Mary's mouth covered the head of my cock. 

"Yeah, Cory, take it out," I croaked as I closed my eyes and leaned back as she began to suck it deeper into her mouth as she stroked the base of my dick. 

Without a word he unzipped and pulled it out. It was long and hard, with a nice tip. He started stroking it while he watched Mary devour my cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of his shaft. I licked my lips and felt myself harden in Mary's mouth because of that view of him. 

"Stroke it Cory," I moaned. He jerked it harder and I could see a drop of precum on his tip. I was groping under Mary's skirt again, feeling her wet pussy and rubbing her clit. He legs were wide open. "Come here, baby," I said to Mary. She looked up at me. "Ride me now."

With that, she turned her back to me and straddled over my legs while I sat on the couch. I moved a bit forward so she could get in the right position. Her perfect ass was right in front of me, so I gave it a good slap. She moaned, and I glanced back at Cory. He was still stroking, moving his gaze from her to me. She reached down to grasp my dick, aiming it to her pussy as she lowered it over me, facing Cory as she rubbed my cock over her wet slit. She rubbed the head against her clit, under her shaved bare pussy, and then slid inside easily inside of her. 

"Mmmm fuck yes baby," she moaned. My hands worked up under her sweater and lifted it over her head. Her full heavy breasts bounded out, and I grabbed and pinched her nipples from behind her. I could still see Cory jerking his cock, his gaze focused on her pussy where my cock was pumping in and out. Without moving he eyes away from that sight, he stood up, his black jeans slipping down his legs, and stepped out of them. He then pulled his shirt over his head, and stood naked in front of us. His hand continued to stroke his cock, which I think had now grown even longer. I stared at it, mesmerized by his stroking and the beautiful head leaking its wetness. He looked up at me briefly, then got on his knees in front of Mary. As I held Mary's breasts in both hands, he leaned in closer. I could feel his chest against my knees as he began to kiss her belly, then inside her thighs. 

"Ohhh Cory my clit is so hard," Mary moaned. "Keep fucking me Woody, your cock is so fucking good!" 

Suddenly I felt a strange sensation as Cory's tongue began licking Mary's crotch, right where my dick was pushing in and out. As he licked her, his tongue pressed into my dick when it came out of her pussy, and slipped up to lick her clit as I pushed deep inside her. He was licking both of us expertly.

"Mmmm fuck feels so good," I moaned. "Lick her pussy."

Mary put her hand behind Cory's head, and pulled him even closer to us. He shuffled on his knees, sliding nearer. His tongue continued to expertly lick us both, and I could feel his hard cock against my shin as he stroked it with one of his hands. I moved my leg toward him so I could feel more of him against me. I was amazed how turned on I was, and realized that it wasn't just from the sexy chic riding my cock. I liked that Cory's lips were against my dick, and that his was pressing into my body as well. In fact, that thought was bringing me closer to orgasm again, and I started to moan again.

"Fuuuckkk baby I'm going to cum," I moaned. Mary pressed herself down on me hard, then quickly lifted herself off of me, pulling my cock out of her pussy with a slurp. She held it against her wet slit, but the cool air on my cock was quickly covered again by a soft, wet sensation. Cory had taken my cock into his mouth and was sucking it hard. I was getting a blowjob from a guy. I wasn't ready for this, but my explosion was so close. I realized they both wanted me to cum in his mouth, and that thought sent me over the edge. And even though I was still drunk, I had never been so turned on. My second orgasm of the night started to build and release onto his waiting tongue. He slurped it down, swallowing and moaning as I continued to work Mary's tits with my hands. It felt amazing to cum in his mouth, and the sensation ran all over my body.

"Mmmmm so good, Woody," he moaned, with my cock still in his mouth. "You taste so good."

"Doesn't he? I thought the same thing," Mary agreed. 

"Ohhh you are both good cock suckers," I moaned, leaning back against the couch, exhausted. Cory let my dick slip out of his mouth, but licked the last drops off the tip. Mary leaned over and slipped off of me, landing on the couch next to me, a big smile on her face. Cory was still in his knees on the floor, leaning back, still eye level with my crotch. He was slowly stroking his hard cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, the head peeking from his palm as he pushed his fist up and down it. His other hand was squeezing his balls, and he began to increase his tempo. Mary leaned over to me, her head on my shoulder. She was watching him intently as well. Her tits pressed into my side and I saw how hard her beautiful nipples were. I tweaked one of them between my finger and thumb. 

Just then, "Rumors" by Lindsey Lohan started playing somewhere. It took me a minute to realize it was a ring tone. It was Mary's and she reached over to her purse and pulled out her phone. She looked at the name on the display, then smiled and opened it. "Hi Cherry, what's up?" I continued to rub her left breast and tweak her nipple as she listened, smiling at my touch. "I'm doing something you would love!" she moaned into the phone. "Wait, where are you?" She paused, and started rubbing her other breast with her hand while she talked. "Oh my God! You're like next door to me!" She looked at me, her eyes wide. I just nodded my head. "OK, see the white apartment building? I'm on the second floor. Apartment number..." she looked at me. 

"Six," I said.

"Six. We'll be waiting. Bye." She hung up.

Cory was continuing to stroke his cock in front of us, watching me rub her gorgeous tits. My eyes kept moving between his cock and Mary's breasts. Even now, my dick was beginning to rise again. There was a little pain, but it quickly subsided. We continued to watch each other. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I reached over to Cory, and caressed his balls. They were smooth, very warm to my touch. 

It didn't take long and there was a knock on the door. 

"It's open!" Mary yelled. The door swung open slowly. Standing at the door was a dark-eyed and dark-skinned beauty dressed in a short, tight red dress. It was low cut, showing her sexy cleavage very well. I stared at her with my hand still on Cory's balls. I glanced down at his dick and saw another drop of precum forming on his head.

Mary ran over to the door, clad only in her short skirt which was now bunched around her waist. Her tits flopped as she ran. "Cherry! Come on in and meet Woody and Cory."

I quickly took my hand away from his balls and stood up. My cock was also standing up now. Cherry smiled and gave Mary a big hug, squeezing her ass behind her as she did. Mary walked back toward us. 

"Mary, you bad little girl!" said Cherry as she looked at the scene before her, and she slapped Mary's ass. They both giggled. Cherry moved behind Mary and gave her a squeeze, reaching around and caressing her big tits. Mary stood in front of me and kissed me. Her hands held my dick in front of me, gently. The head of my dick was still a little sore, but her hands felt good on it. Cherry then moved toward Cory who had slowed his stroking, but was still very hard. He stood up as well.

"Hi big guy, that looks pretty yummy. Need some help with that?" Cherry smiled and winked at Mary. Mary let go of my cock, reached over and unzipped Cherry's dress, and helped her step out of it. She quickly unsnapped her bra. Cherry wasn't wearing panties. That made my cock even harder still. Her body was sexy. So brown and smooth, her tits bounding free. There were about the same size as Mary's but with smaller hard nipples. 

Cory said nothing, and Cherry pushed him back into the chair. She knelt in front of him, and as Mary and I watched, started to lick his head. "Mmmm, boy you are ready aren't you. Such delicious precum you have leaking out for me," she teased, looking up to his eyes. She held his cock by the base, and looked back at me. "Don't you think so, Woody?"

I was staring at her hand on it. "Uhhh," is all I could get out.

"Why don't you help me with it," Cherry said softly. She let go of him, and walked to me. We kissed. Her lips tasted like her name, tender and soft. Our tongues played with each others. I pulled her closer to me, my hard cock pressing into her belly. Her tits pushed against my chest as I grabbed her ass. With her arms around my shoulders, she knelt down again, gently pulling me with her. We knelt facing each other, still kissing and exploring each other's mouth with our tongues. My hands moved under her breasts and lifted the heavy globes together, rubbing them underneath. She leaned back her head "mmmm, I like your hands Woody," she cooed.

I had been paying attention to Cherry, so I didn't realize that Cory had stood up. But one glance to the right and I saw his massive hard cock inches from our faces. Cherry broke off our kiss and grabbed his balls firmly. She started to kiss the side of his cock, her tongue sliding over his shaft. Her dark eyes were looking directly into mine. I couldn't resist it any longer. I wanted to taste my first cock, and this one was beautiful. I let my tongue slide over the other side of it, feeling his hardness and veins with my tongue and lips. Cherry and I were still kneeling, facing each other, with Cory standing at our sides, his shaft between us. I grabbed his ass and pulled him even closer to us. We both got in a rhythm of sliding it back and forth between our lips, each side covered with our saliva. 

Cherry was moaning loudly, and I saw that Mary was behind her, massaging her tits and squeezing her nipples between her fingers. Then one of Mary's hands moved lower down Cherry's body, resting between her legs. Cherry spread herself wider to give Mary better access. Mary's fingers slid up and down Cherry's wet slit, and found her hardening clit. We both continued to suck Cory, now alternating licking the head of his cock as well as the sides. I held the shaft while Cherry sucked it all the way in her mouth, then pulled it back out for my turn. I took it as deep as I could, about half way. It filled my mouth and I struggled to breathe through my nose as I felt the hot, hard cock swelling. When I pulled back for air, Cherry had her turn. We switched off a few times, deeply kissing each other in between sucks.




Three and Out



"Oh baby, you are soooo wet!" Mary moaned, obviously excited by the sight. Her fingers worked up inside Cherry and I could hear the slurping sound as she finger-fucked her friend. 

"Ungggh" was Cory's moan, and he began fucking Cherry's mouth faster. "I'm cumming!"

With that, Cherry pulled his cock out of her mouth, and we went back to the side position, both of our mouths on the shaft, our tongues running over each other's licking under its length. Cory started to spurt his first load, a big arc that landed on the floor over Cherry's shoulder. Another wave splashed off her face, and I could taste some of it that streaked his cock. I had tasted my own cum many times, and thought it was actually pretty good. Cory's was a delicious salty flavor, about the same as mine, but still different. 

When Cory's orgasm subsided, he sank back into the chair. I turned to Cherry again and we kissed even harder, tasting his cum in her mouth and on her lips. Mary stood up now, and came along my other side. With two beautiful girls on either side of me, taking my arms, they stood me up, then both put their hands around my hard cock. I wanted to fuck somebody now, I was so turned on. They looked at each other, then back to me. 

"Do him, Woody," Cherry said in a low, sultry voice. At first, I wasn't sure what she meant. But she was looking at Cory sitting spread out on the chair, his now flaccid cock still wet from our saliva and his own cum. Both girls pulled me closer to him, and he looked up smiling. He pulled his legs up, holding them under the knees. He scooted down on the chair so his ass was right over the edge. He pulled his legs up even higher, exposing his ass to me. I was rock hard.

Cherry produced some slippery stuff lube, which I guess she got from her purse somehow. She coated my dick with it, and then rubbed some around Cory's hole. Cherry and Mary stood on either side of me, Cherry's hand around my shaft. She pulled me closer to him, aiming my cock at the target. I wanted to fuck him. I pushed against him as he pulled his legs up even higher, and let out a moan.

More easily than I thought, my dick slid half way inside. It was tight, but slippery. Having his ass envelop my cock was an amazing sensation. I pushed slowly further in, until I was almost at the hilt.

"Mmmm yes Woody, you're so good," Cory moaned. "Fuck me now."

I could see his cock was getting hard again, and I pulled back, and then pushed forward again. It was so tight, so much tighter than any pussy I'd fucked. But so good. I started to fuck him, and his hand moved down to start stroking his cock again. As we fucked, I noticed that Cherry and Mary had moved back to the couch, with Cherry spread, her legs wide. Mary had moved between them, and was licking and sucking her clit. Cherry's eyes darted from me to Mary, then threw her head back. "Ohhhhh baby! Lick that pussy!" she screamed.

Cory stroked his cock, now hard again, even faster. Between watching the girls go at it, and fucking Cory hard, I knew I ready to let go again. With a final thrust, I felt my orgasm approach, and pulled out just as my cum began to explode from my shaft. It landed right on top of Cory's cock and he worked in into his dick with his stroking hands. I didn't have much left, so there wasn't a lot of semen, but it felt good just the same. My cock quickly went limp, and I knew I would be out for the count finally.

As I turned back to see the girls, I heard Cherry moaning even louder. Mary's face was covered in her juices, and her fingers were pushing in and out of Cherry's pussy while she licked and sucked her clit. "Aaahhhhh!" she was literally screaming and grabbing Mary's hair. "Fuuuuckkkkk I'm cumming in your mouth!" Mary moaned as she drank her juices, her licks slowly subsiding. 

I looked around the room, clothes spread everywhere and hot nude bodies in all positions. Everyone had a big smile on their face, including me. What a great evening. 



Three and Out



The pictures were as stunning as I had expected. My favorite showed Sheila with her top off, hung on a hanger in the background. Under her skirt was Mario, eating away. Only my arm showed, pulling back the lash for a blow. Sheila's face was obscured in the flurry of the ends lash cords. The crowning piece was a strand of rich brown hair, hanging over her shoulder and framing her nipple with a curl.

We had been in her office for hours, going through the four hours of surveillance tapes, pruning it down to several dozen shots. I had to respect not only Sheila's handling of her fancy equipment, but her uncanny eye for the correct frame. It amazed me how a shot changed with a simple cropping cut.

"My Dear, I want to hire you. Some of these are publishment quality. To produce them from passive video tape, even if it is digital, is amazing. I can pay you quite well."

"You're serious."

"I never joke about money."

She laughed. Something she seemed to be getting better at doing. "Sean, I've been trying to think of a way to hire you. To help with this place."

"Let's discuss it over dinner. My turn. Leave your under wear here."

"Sean!" 

I do not why she was shocked, "Come my Dear, I want to show you off, and I still have your reward to give you. Wear something casual. I don't have a change with me."

"You would be a 38 Long, 32 waist, 34 inseam." Nailed me. "I may have something."

I have no idea why, but she had a wardrobe full of men's evening clothes. Many vintage, ranging from Victorian to last week's prom. She pulled out a red velvet tux, a classic 1920's tie and tails, and a green and black formal from the HS prom set. Evidently she intended to dress up. Raise, fold or call.

"Very well my dear, I will attempt either of those—I did not care for my HS years—But you restrict my choice of restaurant."

"Tough noogies."

Ah. So. I will provide a suitable carriage. I knew where this was headed. Sure enough, an hour later I was dressed like Montgomery Clift going to the Ritz, and she was in a blue spaghetti strap flappers outfit, all tassels and nothing much else. That meant the Harderidge House. I had called Jimmy, and he drove us there in the old Duesenberg limo. I hadn't actually been out in that car since I bought it. Henri was being reasonable. He only wanted about $250 worth of merchandise for a table. At this point, I was having trouble figuring out who was ahead in our little game. Her play.

"Do you want to go in together, or pick me up in the bar?"

"I think the clothes are a give away."

"To true. I had fun the other night though."

"Some other time. We could try the Walnut Stump."

"Fat old rich men with richer wives. Try again."

"Albert's?"

"You're on. But I'll have to buy an outfit." So would I for that matter.

"Next Thursday. Now turn over. I need some access."

If I had expected her to hesitate, I would have been disappointed. Almost at once her cobalt ankle straps had their steel heels beside my ears. I unwrapped my gift. Black garter belt and white silk stockings. No panties as I requested. 

She was clearly ready for action. I wanted her primed but not yet exploding. A pity. I would have liked a taste tight then. Instead I very matter of factly applied the KY to the beads and fed the strings in one after the other. I had already attached some white thread to the strings. I hoped she would not notice. The color would blend in with her stockings. By the time I flipped her back up, and gave her a kiss, we were there. Actually, the kiss made us a little late. I also found I liked having her in my lap.

***

Harderidge House is an old waystation from pre-Revolutionary times. During prohibition it was a notorious speakeasy. The décor is still in art deco, much of it authentic. On Saturday we would have fit right in. On Thursday, we were only slightly out of place. I headed for the bar. I wanted my drinks the way I like them, and I did not yet have a waiter here trained. It also gave Sheila a chance to make an entrance. I had my back turned, but saw it all in the mirror. Madonna, eat your heart out.

She did not walk in. She slinked. She looked straight at the barkeep, who stood up straight, and said "Yes Ma'am." She ordered a dry Martini with a cherry. Every guy in the place watched as she put the whole cherry in and took out the tied stem. Mouths fell open. Then she slinked up to me.

"Hello Darling."

"Shall we?", offering my arm. I could get used to leaving bars with her on my arm. I had a suspicion that Henri would have given her a table for asking. He might have held out for a pout, but I doubt it. I felt like a stick next to her as the waiter led us to the table. Worse, they had dancing here. Fortunately the band was on break.

We were seated and the menus arrived before anything else happened. Almost nothing. She stuck her toe in my crotch. I ordered chicken for her, beef for myself, and a bottle of period wine. While it was coming the band came back in. Oh shit.

I covered by dropping my napkin. That was transparent. While I was retrieving it, I picked up a thread, while giving her a goose. I was unsure if she fell for it, but I had a line into her vagina in my hand, and that was all that mattered.

As if reading my mind, she popped up and hauled me to the dance floor. I knew I was out of my depth here. I'm not bad, but she was trained as a professional. Fortunately, they started slow. I took her in my arms and swayed to the music. She seemed content with that. I knew she was waiting for a tango or a cha cha. If they played a Lindy, I would bow out. They went with a latin beat. 

It was one of the more memorable experiences of my life. I had a thread tied to string of vaginal beads wrapped around my left pinky. Shiela did not seem to know the string was there. In any event, when the tango started, she stepped up into the stance. For several bars we danced face to face. Then she tried an extension. The string on my pinky went tight, followed by a definite throb, throb as two beads came out. I wished for the surveillance video, just to capture the look on her face. To say she had become aware of the thread would be an understatement. 

She pulled back in, but I could see that this was just a preparatory move. The next dozen moves were a series of turns and half extensions testing the limits of the leash. I felt three more beads play out. There were only 10. I could see her impish grin as she counted the same numbers I had. Oh double shit. She was going to leave me holding the string, in the middle of the dance floor. And soon. The tango was almost over. 

I held her close through three steps, but a complicated double moved gave her room. She did not choose to use it. Instead, she kicked, and put her leg over my shoulder. Now to let her down, I had to pull the string free. So be it. The finale played and I stepped back--incidentally pulling her into first position, since her arms were around my neck--then stepped in and swept her other foot off the floor. There she was, a beautiful armful, with the string of beads in my hand under her knees.

I set her on the floor. "Beautifully danced my Dear. Shall we dine?"

She laughed, conceding the point and kissed me. Juicily. I could tell the exertion and the tugging at her privates had raised her temperature several degrees. I dropped my hand to squeeze her ass, drawing a few stares, and managed to pick up the second thread, as I helped her to her seat. I slid into my seat opposite hers and dropped the thread on my knee.

As I cut my steak, I had a chance to look at her closely. It was hard to believe that this was the ice bitch I had first met. She positively radiated warmth, vitality, and more than a few hormones. A "Fuck me now you Asshole" look about sums it up. Before I could react, and odd thing happened.

"Julian. Julian." She was waving someone over. He looked like a body builder.

"Julian this is Sean, my very good friend." Julian bent over to kiss her hand, and got a good whiff in in the process. He looked at me with something akin to respect. "Julian, you remember the grey silk one? He managed it BLIND. Facing me. While doing an extraordinary massage."

Julian's look went from respectful, to shocked, to more intensely interested. I could not think why. Then it hit me. The corset. My Lord, I had been wanting to meet this man. I half rose and offered my hand. "I greatly admire your work. I don't see craftsmanship like that often. A corset that frees. Remarkable. I would like to see some of your other wares."

"Sean. No business."

"So true. Julian, if I may call…? I am sure I can get your number from this lovely lady, what was your name dear?" 

Sheila threw her napkin at me. "I'll see that he gets it. Now shoo. The foods getting cold."

Julian: "I would love to stay and eat. It smells wonderful. But…" Then looking at me, "I would be honored by your call." He kissed Sheila's hand and walked away.

"Sean, you should be honored. He turns away business every day."

"Having seen his work, I don't doubt it. But you convinced him. He wasn't smelling the chicken."

"Then what? Oh…" She blushed and dimpled. "Maybe we should get this to go."

"An excellent idea." 

The trip back to the car was like playing with a yoyo. I had not surprised her this time. She played with the tension on the beads like a violinist tuning a G string. Frankly her odor was becoming overpowering. I was glad when we got to the car. Jimmy had not even gotten around to the drivers seat before the dress was off. I mentioned that I liked her in my lap. That goes double with her naked. Especially when she dangles two beads of a string of 10 from a dripping cunt. Enough foreplay. Lets fuck.

I grabbed her and spun her around til her legs were over my shoulder. Then came a long French kiss and down the neck to her wonderful tits. I licked off the drops of sweat and nibbled around the base. Her hands were pulling at my hair.

I moved down to the top of her belly. Her hands reached for her cunt. I swatted them. "Ah. Ah. Ah. Mine."

"Well get on with it."

"As you say.", and flipped her all the way over. In this position, with her head on the floor, her waist locked between my knees, I had perfect access to my repast. I came to eat, and eat I did. At first she struggled, then squirmed, then shuddered once twice three times as I sucked and nibbled on her clit. Then, just as she was coming back around, I pulled out the beads. Sheila shrieked. I am afraid I cummed in her vintage pants. Jimmy kept the car on the road. Barely it seemed.

Then I was holding her in my arms, and stroking her beautiful brown hair, and telling her how special she was. Then we went for ice cream. The Braum's boy was wide eyed and dropped the cone. Then to her apartment above her studio. I carried her up, laid her in bed, kissed her forehead, and slept on the couch. 

One of these days I am going to have to let her in my pants. This master bit has its moments, but the subs get all the action.