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Lainie

By: Tall_cool_one



I've been playing music in the bars and clubs along Florida's east coast for most of my adult life. I break the cycle every now and then and take a real-people kind of a job, but I always seem to find myself back in one of the dives out at The Beach, playing bass or guitar with one group or another.

Over the years, I've managed to categorize the various establishments, and the folks that patronize them. I don't necessarily use the people as a gauge when making my judgment about any certain club, but sometimes the clientele give the bar it's personality, if you know what I mean.

Most bars are dark inside at night when the band is playing. Often the stage is lit up with some form of flood light system to give you a good look at the musicians. More often than not, the lighting is harsh and just detracts from the scene. I reason that club owners light up the stage so the rest of the joint stays dark and you can't see how dirty the floor is. But, that's my opinion. The smaller places don't have the fancy lighting, giving us guys up on stage a much better view of the house.

Hotel bars fall into a category all by themselves. Usually, a lot of money was spent during construction to create some kind of theme. South seas, nautical, '50s, etc. Generally, you find the higher classed patrons here with a little more money to spend. Usually these are travelers, and you see them once and they are gone forever.

Your neighborhood taverns are the opposite side of the coin. You play there ten times a year and you always see the same faces. Usually these places are filthy, and a lot of the people are the same way. You've got your Irish Pubs, and the Italian places, and bowling allies where the younger kids hang out and listen to rock and roll.

The service clubs are usually a lot friendlier than most places. These clubs are private, members and guests only, and you see the same crowd every single outing.

Then you have the restaurants along the oceanfront that have bars. No matter where you go, you can always find a place along the beach that serves food and has a little bar tucked into one end or the other, with a little dance floor and a few couples snuggled up in the booths or moving on the dance floor. There will always be a couple of wishful guys, hanging at the bar surveying the opportunities for an easy score for the night, and the usual number of unaccompanied ladies waiting for an invitation to cheat on her inattentive husband.

And so it was on this balmy September night a year or so ago; I found myself in just one of those little places on the beach a little north of St. Augustine. We had been booked there for a couple of weeks and things were as normal as the tide. The place was friendly and the waitresses did their best to forget to collect from us for our beers, hoping for a better tip at closing time. The boss was cool and turned as eye to his help, knowing from all the years how it went.

The locals came and went early in the evening, same as everyplace else, and the diners drifted in for a drink and waited for a table for dinner. A man in a suit perched himself on a barstool and smoked one cigarette after the other and threw shots of Tequila down straight. Young couples listening to our music occupied two tables, and three elderly women had taken up residence in a booth as far from the bandstand as possible.

I was on bass this night, with a good lead man named Chuck and a big Italian kid named Geno on drums. A friend from Neptune beach we called The Ice Man was playing rhythm and doing most of the vocals. Other than Geno who is thirty-nine, we are all over fifty and have seen lots of better days. I'm fifty-eight and wish to hell, I had treated my body to a less steady diet of alcohol for the past forty or so years. I still have a full head of long wavy hair and a full beard but the rest of the package screams for retirement. But I still like to look at the dollies and dream of days gone by.

We had just come back from break; it was straight up eleven o'clock. One of the women in the back booth requested us to do some old rock and roll songs so we were playing a Ventures tune or maybe it was Chuck Berry, who knows? I glanced up at the doorway across the room and watched as this blond with too much hair slithered into the darkness. Reason I say she had too much hair is because she looked like Retro Roxy with this big bouffant hair-do all piled up on top and spilling down to her shoulders.

The suit at the bar zeroed in on the blond as soon as she found a table in the darkness. He almost dumped a couple of tables and moved a dozen or more chairs as he stumbled over to greet her. It looked like they might be acquaintances. We had just finished the tune and it was calm in the room when Mr. Suit struggled to his feet and announced drunkenly, "Aw, who the hell needs this, anyway?" Then he staggered toward the door and vanished. Seems there has to be one in every crowd.

We played a few old standard tunes from the fifties and sixties and at 11:50, we took our last break. I really had to make a beer deposit so I made a beeline for the head. When I got back, Chuck was holding a slip of paper in his hand with a song title scribbled on it.

"You do this, don't you?" He asked as I approached.

'Sitting On The Dock In The Bay' was etched on the napkin in pencil.

"Sure, Chuck," I answered. "No problem."

He looked at the waitress for the customer that had delivered the request, but she had disappeared into the darkness. Shrugging his shoulders, he picked up his guitar and played the intro to the old Otis Redding favorite.

I sang the song through a couple of times and let Chuck take an extra lead bridge before we ended the song. I could hear a single pair of hands clapping from the house, but I couldn't make out the source of the response due to the stage lights.

We finished our set at 12:30. The house lights came on in the bar so the waitresses could find something under a table. Last call wouldn't be until 1:45, so after a short time, the lights were dimmed again and the hangers-on were again cast into the darkness of the room. The blond was still seated at her table nursing a drink and slowly smoking her cigarette. I packed up my bass and took it out and locked it in the trunk of my car. Returning to the bar, I eased my tired butt up on a stool, and stared down the front of Sally, the bartender's shirt. Sally was huge. Everybody got to look down the front of her shirt when she leaned over the bar.

I was sipping on a cold brew, wishing Sally would come back down to my end of the bar when a soft as honey voice drifted into my brain.

"That's my favorite song." The soft voice told me. "I haven't heard it in just forever."

I turned my head, still holding the beer in mid air and stared into the biggest pair of shining brown eyes that I have ever seen. They were staring back from a darkly suntanned face framed with a whole slew of wavy blond hair. It took several seconds for gravity to catch hold of my eyeballs and drag them down from her eyes to her full pink painted lips, and then even farther down past her neck to stare at her nicely displayed tan cleavage.

I guess that she must have caught me by surprise, because I usually have something witty to say right away when somebody speaks to me. I had a little trouble with this one, for some reason. All I could come up with was, "Oh?"

"Can I buy you a beer for the song?" She queried.

"Sure," I managed, as she made the high sign to Sally for a round.

"Join me at my table?" She asked, spinning on her spiked heel and winding her way back to her table in the darkness.

She was not tall, maybe 5'-5" but her heels made her seem taller. The woman was over forty, I could tell by the tiny wrinkles that streamed away from her eyes and the texture of her skin where it vanished into the top of her blouse. Her bust was big, but not gigantic, 38D if I'm a fair judge. She was also packing a few extra pounds which gave her a fine swell to her hips as she walked toward the table, but her waist was still small enough to give her a distinct hourglass appearance. Watching her walk away was just as exciting as watching her walk toward you, I imagined. Her blouse was thin and shiny so I could make out her lacy white bra underneath. She also wore a snug fitting and very short white skirt. Sliding off the stool, I headed away from the lights of the bar.

I located her standing next to the table, waiting for me to pull the chair away for her to sit. Doing so, I was treated to a wide expanse of creamy thigh as her skirt rode up when she crossed her legs. I sat in the chair beside her and concentrated on her eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked.

"You have gorgeous eyes," I managed.

Her eyelashes flicked up and down twice. She smiled. I felt dumb.

"What's you name, Big Guy?" She asked.

"Jay," I said.

"Like the bird?" She cooed.

"Yes Ma'm, like the bird," I said. "What's yours?"

"Call me Lainie," She answered.

"Lainie," I repeated. "I like that."

"So, Jay," Lainie asked, "What's your story?"

"Not much to tell," I said. " Just play music and sleep during the day."

"No woman in your life?" She was getting nosey, but what the hell, I hadn't had an intelligent conversation with anyone for a long time.

"Had a couple of wives over the years, but it seems like they don't care for the hours I keep." I confided.

I could see the diamond on her left hand and figured it best I leave the next question unasked.

"You come here often?" I asked.

"First time," She replied. "I'm from up north a ways. My dad lives down here someplace."

"Oh, are you visiting him?" I asked.

"No." She whispered.

I left that alone too. It was hard to make out her expression in the darkness of the bar. We were the last two people in the place and it was obvious that Sally would like to see us gone so she could close.

"You staying around here?" I asked.

"I rented a house for a week just up the line," She answered. "Want to come by for a drink?"

"Sure, why not?" I replied and she gave me the number.

I paid the tab and walked out in time to see her red Jag turn out of the lot and head north, up A-1-A. I climbed in my aging Caprice and followed at a respectable distance, not wanting too seem too eager, although I could feel the juices starting to churn. I spotted the Jag in the drive and pulled in behind it. Lainie was already in the house, but she had left the front door standing wide open for me.

The house was a typical Florida beach house, which the owners rented out through a travel agent and made exorbitant sums of money on. It faced the ocean and smelled from years of salt air invading every part and parcel. A huge wall of glass opened out on to a wide front deck, which had plastic chairs and tables scattered all about. Lainie was leaning against the railing, smoking a cigarette as I stepped out onto the wooden plank deck.

"I don't smoke inside," She announced as I moved up close to her.

The moon was almost full and I could see her face like it was daytime. Except for her hair, she reminded of someone I had known in another lifetime. It was eerie. I didn't know what Lainie expected or what her game was, but I decided to let her make the moves, I was gun shy after all the weird shit I had been listening to and reading about in the papers. It was just my luck to get busted for doing something stupid.

She pointed back into the house and said, "Let's find us a drink. In the kitchen."

She walked back into the house with me in hot pursuit. I followed her to the kitchen, where she had a bottle of good Scotch and some twelve-year-old whisky. I pointed to the whisky, which she splashed over a glassful of ice. Handing me the glass, she let her fingers linger for a few extra seconds against mine before pulling her hand away. I could feel her touch long after she broke the contact. Next to Lainie, I really felt old.

We went back into the living room and sat across from each other in two soft chairs. Lainie's eyes stayed focused on mine, like she was trying to read inside my head. She held her glass in both hands and sipped slowly on the amber liquid. I watched her for any emotion, which might betray what she was thinking.

"You must think I'm some kind of a tramp, inviting you here like this," She said, finally.

"I don't think anything of the kind," I said. "Why would I think that?"

Her eyes filled with tears momentarily and then cleared just as suddenly.

"What would your husband have to say if he knew we were here?" I asked, figuring I might jar her loose.

"My husband has no idea where I am," She whispered. "I left him a note telling him I had some business to take care of."

"For a week?" I asked.

"Might take longer than that," She remarked. "I've got a few things to work out in my mind before I go back to Minneapolis."

"Geez," I said. "I was in Minneapolis a long time ago. Played music in the state fair up there one year. I was only about sixteen at the time. Met some real nice people."

I recalled, especially, one girl I had spent the night with that told me she was twenty-six. That's ten years older than I was at the time. She had given me my first blowjob. We screwed like rabbits all night long. She dropped me off the next morning and I never saw or heard from her again. I couldn't even remember her name, now.

"Did you have fun?" She asked.

"I had one of the wildest nights of my life." I answered.

Her eyes clouded and cleared again. I watched as she uncrossed her legs and lifted the other one over the top. Reminded me of a movie I saw once with Sharon Stone in it. Lainie had on a pair of sheer lacy white panties. And she clearly had a big wet spot right in the crotch of them. Her stocking tops and garters were in plain view, her skirt being so short and having crawled up as she sat in the chair.

I was getting strong vibrations from Lainie that she was in the mood to cheat on her husband. I have a tendency to shy away from these situations, because they have a way of coming back to haunt you later. But, I figured that she was from out of town and I'd probably never see her again.

Lainie put her glass down on the table and went to the stereo and put on some slow bluesy music. I glanced at my watch and noted the time to be a few minutes before three. I was getting sleepy but the blond had my interest piqued.

She started swaying with the music. She moved like a cat, her body curving and twisting easily with the forlorn strains seeping from the speakers. It crossed my mind that in another life she could have been a professional dancer. Her fingers toyed with the buttons on her blouse, opening first one, then another and another until she had them all opened to the waist. She eased the shirttail up out of her skirt and let the thin silky garment hang open. Reaching behind, she slowly drew the zipper, holding her skirt up down and let the white wrap float to the floor at her feet. Stepping out of the skirt, she simply moved away from it and circled around behind my chair.

When she appeared around the other side of me, the blouse was missing too. She wrapped her arms together under her lace-covered breasts and hugged herself as she continued to sway with the soft music. My cock had swollen to full length in my pants. Facing away from me, her hands came behind her and flicked the snaps on her bra apart. She wiggled her shoulders, causing the thin straps to slip off her shoulders. Turning back to face me, she held the cups of her bra in place with her hands. Staring directly into my soul, she dropped her hands, exposing her bare bosom.

Her tits barely sagged when she released them. Each tan mound was covered by a large dark areola with a hard budding nipple placed exactly in the center. Her darkly tanned skin gave no hint of a tan line. Lainie, it seemed spent a lot of time in the sun naked. She again turned away from me and bent over at the waist, displaying her soft round bottom to me. Her white lace garter and white nylons, made a stark contrast with her deeply tanned skin. A tiny white thong nearly lost itself between her ample cheeks. Not a hint of a tan line!

The thong inched down over her ass, and slid down her legs to the floor. She remained bent over in front of me with her feet spread apart, revealing her smooth-shaven pink pussy lips. Her hips continued to move in time with the music. Reaching between her legs, I watched as her long manicured fingers slid along her puffy outer lips and disappeared between them. She pushed deep into herself.

I moved out of the chair and crawled across the short distance separating us. I placed a hand on each of her hips and pushed my face against her bottom. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and swabbed it into her wet pussy. Lainie gasped as I hit her squarely in the middle of her sex with my tongue.

Her knees buckled and she leaned forward onto the floor. Kneeling in front of me, I delved into her from behind. She erupted into a series of little contractions, whimpering like a child. I was having a difficult time getting to her clit so I pushed her forward and turned her over onto her back on the floor. I pulled my shirt off and wiggled out of my jeans as fast as I could and dropped my face back between her wide spread thighs. This time, I connected with her erect clit on the first lick, sending the blond soaring into a hard orgasm. I pushed two fingers into her soaking wet cunt and massaged her clit with my tongue for a long time. Lainie was sobbing, her body wracked by continuous convulsions each time I hit her love button.

Lainie was electric under me. Her pussy gushed with her female flow. I wallowed in her juices and smeared it all over my face and her body. She had both hands threaded in my long hair, pulling my face into her center.

Suddenly she pushed my face away and shoved me back off of her. She quickly crawled across my body and engulfed my straining cock in her sobbing mouth. She unceremoniously took me fully into her hot throat and sucked hard. I could feel myself getting ready to cum. Oh, God how I wanted to make it last, but alas it was not to be. I filled her throat with a torrent of thick jizz. Lainie mashed her face into my hairy fat gut and gulped me as far into her throat as science would allow. Lainie can suck cock.

She kept me in her mouth after I had finished, massaging me with her hand and rolling my deflated member around with her tongue.

"I hope you can get it up again," She said, pulling her face away from me and looking at my face.

"Give me a breather," I said. "I'm almost sixty, you know."

"It's all right, Honey Bear," She cooed. "We've got all night."

I looked at my watch and it was almost four AM. It had been a while for me, so I figured I could go once more before my heart gave out. Lainie stood up, still wearing the garter and hose, reached for a smoke and stepped out onto the front deck. I managed to gain my feet and followed her outside into the damp foggy air.

"You've got a great cock, for an old guy," Lainie said, drawing deeply on her cigarette.

"You ain't so bad yourself," I said, leaning against he deck rail.

I looked at the blond woman standing next to me and wondered what it was about her that kept picking at me. The perfectly coiffed blond hair was now all awry. She ran her fingers through it and tried to fluff it out, to no avail. She took another deep drag on her smoke and flipped the butt out into the night air. Stepping back into the house she returned in a few seconds with a hairbrush in her hand. 

"Here, help me with this," She said, handing me the brush.

She turned her back to me and I started to brush the hair spray out of her long blond tresses. I was surprised at how long her hair was after I had brushed it for a while. It reached mid-way down her back, and was very soft. It appeared almost white against her dark tan in the moonlight.


Lainie at the Strip Bar



Lainie gathered her thoughts as she stood in the kitchen. Yes, her and Bob’s lives had changed when he asked her to check out the Clinic but what was going to happen this weekend would be an escalation beyond her wildest desires. When she realized last Saturday evening that her husband truly wanted to share her, she had given herself over to the lustiness she had always felt inside. When they started to talk last Saturday and Sunday, 

Lainie came to understand that this was a very real part of her husband. She also realized that she looked forward to Bob’s calls every night, and no longer thought of her husband as weird for wanting to hear the sexy details of her daily adventures. She mused again to her self that she could not believe that in the space of six days she had fucked and sucked nine men other than her husband. She thought to herself that I would probably be with at least that many over the weekend.

“What a life.” Lainie grinned to herself.

If Lainie had one concern it was being sold for sex, not that she was at all repulsed by the idea but she was a little worried that Bob would on some level be resentful. He had said repeatedly in conversation that it was his ultimate fantasy, and had explicitly told Lainie twice during the week how he was going to love sees her walking into a back room at the club leading a “john” by the hand or watching her lap dance. She allowed herself a quick shudder and steeled her resolve. She knew she could and would put on a sexy act tomorrow night and had a great outfit packed for it. It was very trashy and slutty but perfect for a stripper to wear.

“Where’s my sexy wife?” Bob’s voice broke into Laine’s thoughts.

“I’m in the bedroom checking that I have everything for our weekend.”

“I brought you these.” Bob bluntly said as he tossed a box of 24 Japanese sheep skin condoms. “We have to be careful honey. It’s not like you are fucking my married friends this weekend.

“Does this mean you expect men to want to fuck me not just feel and finger me?”

“You got it.”

Lainie picked up the box and put it in her ‘dancers’ suitcase. Satisfied with her choices she told Bob she was ready to travel. They spent a quiet hour driving to Gatesburg the small city northwest of their home. They pulled off the freeway at the exit and Bob started to watch for the club and the motel that was three doors further down the street. He saw the large sign in front of the club. The usual silhouette of a nude girl flashing in the fading light he slowed and pulled into the parking lot of the Motel.

Bob registered at the desk paying for the three days. The clerk pointed out that Bob did not have to pay for Sunday that we would be gone Sunday night. Bob replied that his wife might still be busy at check out time. The clerk grinned sensing a couple at play for the weekend and gave Bob the receipt and the keys to the room. As arranged we had a ground floor suite that had a sliding glass door that would facilitate discrete entrances and exits. Bob drove to the room, which was tucked away in a back corner of the layout, pulled up to the glass doors and parked the car. He reached over to Lainie and pulled her to him kissing her tenderly. He then gallantly carried the luggage to the room and put the suitcases on the bed.

“Bob, you know we are going to cross a boundary this weekend.” Lainie looked at Bob an anxious expression on her face. I can’t undo becoming a hooker Bob.”

“I know Lainie. Please honey this is what I want ok please don’t worry I will be disgusted by your actions, I won’t. I’ll love every sordid second of this weekend. I get so hot at the idea of you dancing for money being touched for money and finally after 10 years of dreaming ... fucking and sucking for money.”

“Please forgive me Honey.” , Lainie whispered. “ I just needed some reassurance. So honey what we are doing tonight?” Lainie asked in a somewhat louder voice.

“Well I want to see your weekend wardrobe, then have you dress up and then I am going to take you to the club.”

“I thought the contest was tomorrow night.”

“It is I want to show you off tonight and get you used to and used at the club.”

Lainie spent the next hour modeling her outfits for Bob. He finally settled on a nice black mini skirt that had a zipper on one side. It came down about two inches below her pussy and just covered her shapely ass. He also chose black seamed thigh highs 6 inch black pumps with the usual fuck me straps. He had chosen a sheer back top that was supposed to be worn with a bra or camisole but tonight Lainie would be showing her chest instead.

He told her how to fix her face so she would look like one of the girls working at the club. And after inspecting her, he pronounced her totally fuckable. Nude except for her blouse and skirt Lainie felt deliciously wicked. She grabbed Bob and drew him to her, her tongue snaked into his mouth and she practically swallowed his tongue her kiss was fiery and full of lust. She pulled back from her husband and lovingly smiled at him. Then taking his hand Lainie headed out the door and walked the short distance to the club.

The older woman at the door gave us a strange look when they entered the club and Bob paid the cover charge. They walked down a short hall way then descended one floor to where the club and its main dance floor and semi-private booths. Bob pointed out the booths to Lainie and said he hoped to see her in one of those a lot this weekend.

They took a seat at a table that was on a raised level Lainie was the only woman in the place who was not a dancer and she blushed a little at this. Bob ordered them a drink and they made small talk till the drinks arrived. Bob almost inhaled his drink and soon ordered another. If the truth be told now, he was trembling with excitement at what he hoped would happen. Though he had planned to go to the washroom as a way of leaving Lainie alone table to see what happened, Bob found that the quick drink had made his bladder ache so his whispering to Lainie was at least the truth.

“That drink went right to my bladder baby. Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?”

“ Of course not Bob.”

“I did not want you to feel too uncomfortable baby all alone.”

Lainie grinned at her husband she knew very well this was a way for other men to approach.

“ I won’t be alone for long Bob.” , Lainie grinned

“I hope so baby.”

“Go already.”

Bob left Lainie at the table and sure enough no sooner than Bob left than two young 20 yr olds came up to her and asked her if she would dance fro them. While saying the idea appealed to her she was just here with her husband and the club probably had rules against it. The boys tried again to convince her but she held her ground. She wanted to be naked in front of all these men but she would have to ask Bob what she could do. She looked for him and found him leaning against the bar watching her intently he waved him over Bob however did not move and Lainie did not see the club manager approach her at the table. She was slightly shaken by the stranger’s voice.

“Hello Lainie, I am Jeffery, the manger here. Your husband told me to tell you he has arranged with me to let you dance if you want to. You’ll be required to do three centre stage shows between now and 3:00 a.m. too.”

“Thank you Jeffery.”

Lainie stood up and boldly walked over to the one young man who had approached her for a dance.

“I can do that dance now sweetie ... that’s if you still want a dance?” Lainie’s sultry voice told him.

“YES” the young man exclaimed “A booth dance ok. I’d love to be able to afford a back room session but a booth will have to do.” he breathlessly finished.

Lainie knew that the booths were where a lot of touching and rubbing happened. She also knew that this was it. She was crossing the line. She led the young man to the door of an empty booth And turned to make sure Bob could see what was about to happen. He handed over the seventy-five dollars to Lainie and Lainie made sure Bob saw it by slowly counting each bill then folding it putting in her small clutch purse.

Lainie then opened the door and allowed the man to enter before her then closed the door behind her. For the next ½ hour Lainie danced nude on this man’s lap. She laid back on her dancers chair spread herself almost in the splits and invited the young man to finger her. She rubbed his cock through his jeans till he came. She was so excited by what she did she let him suck on her clit for a treat. Then as the time was over 

Lainie dressed, straightened herself and again led the young man through the door and back out into the club. She had wanted to go and see Bob for a moment but another man had other ideas. He asked her to come to his table and entertain his friends. Lainie followed him and spent another twenty minutes lap dancing for the four guys. She was glad she was out in the club this time so Bob could see her, see each man finger her pussy. After 20 minutes Lainie had to go to the bathroom and again folding the money and putting in her purse. Lainie had already made almost one hundred and fifty dollars and she had not even fucked anyone yet. She made it to the washroom fixed her hair and make up and came out again. She walked up to bob and asked him to sit at the table again with her.

“I’m almost a hooker Bob do you like this reality Bob is it as good as watching me last Saturday fuck all those men. I loved being fingered out there was so nasty so dirty.”

“This is my longest held fantasy. This is awesome. I can’t wait till you turn a trick sweetheart. And this is a thousand times better cause it is my WIFE who is going to sell her pussy.” Bob hoarsely said. 

He was very erect and hard as he sat at the table. Then Lainie made him harder by brining out the money and showing it to him. Lainie asked Bob a question and he nodded his approval and she left the table and went to the empty line of tables opposite the entrance to the back room by sitting here she was signaling the men in the club she was willing to have sex.

It did not take long for an older gentleman come up and tap Lainie on the shoulder. She listened to him and Bob saw her nod her head in apparent agreement she stood and went in the door of the back room.

There were several cubicles and several of them were full of men fucking and being sucked by the dancers. She found a cubicle with a short bed and a chair and had her patron lay back on the bed. She danced briefly for him then got down to what he wanted he undid his pants and unzipped them. 

He handed Lainie a one hundred bill, she knelt before him in her thigh highs, and heels on she expertly suck this older man. She did notice that most of the girls used condoms even for blowjobs. . However, she wanted the taste of cum in her mouth so she dispensed with it. The old guy got his money’s worth as it took almost 20 minutes for him to cum. Again when she was done Lainie straightened herself and walked back out into the main club. She headed straight for Bob who was still at their table. She came up and kissed Bob full on the mouth and driving her tongue deep into his mouth she could see the expression of shock in his eyes, as he tasted fresh cum on her lips.

“My god you blew him for money. I am so hard from what you have already done imagine how hard I will be when you finally fuck for money.”

Jeffery coming up and informing her, her turn on centre stage was after one more girl, cut off Lainie’s response

“Yes I did Bob I did it, I performed a sex act for money Honey!” She asked with her little girl voice and bright shinny eyes.” Am I a prostitute now Bob is your wife a hooker like you want her to be?”

“YESSSSSSS!!!!!!” Bob hissed, and then saying out loud something he thought the night Lainie had told him she fucked John. “ Finally!” 

Lainie opened her purse and handed her husband the two hundred and forty dollars she had earned so far.

“Wow honey you already have made a lot of money. I’m so proud of my hooker wife.”

Lainie went out on stage and danced up a storm. Her raw sexuality was on full exhibition. She finished her act by lying on her back and doing the splits brazenly rubbed herself to an orgasm in front of all the men. She collected almost fifty dollars in tips and several requests to perform for some of the men. She took almost an hour to get back to Bob and she had another two hundred dollars from dancing she handed it over to Bob.

“Excuse me.” A male voice intruded. ”May I talk to you miss?”

“Actually its missus.” Lainie wiggled her wedding ring at him.

“Do you fuck?” he asked bluntly.

“Yes she does.” Bob bluntly answered.” That is why she is here tonight

“Who are you?” He responded.

“I’m her husband. My wife has condoms for you to use.”

“How much?” he asked

“Two hundred for a suck and a fuck.” Bob responded.

“Ok deal.” he said looking at Lainie with open lust

He reached for his wallet, counted out ten twenty-dollar bills, and gave them to Bob. He counted them again and looking lovingly at his wife he whispered to her.

“You are a hooker wife Lainie. I love it. Have fun turning your first trick.”

Lainie led the man to the back room and found an empty cubicle. She had him lay back and blew him. Then she stripped herself to her hose and heels rolled a condom down his cock and lay back and let him fuck her he pounded away for a good twenty minutes finally his legs stiffened and he filled the condom. Lainie peeled the condom from his cock. Then she cleaned up his cum covered cock with her mouth after again straightening her self went back out in the main club area

“How’s my hooker wife?” Bob asked as Lainie came up to the table “I’ve pimped you to the tune of six hundred dollars already tonight homey and we have only been here an hour and a half.’

“I am a PROSTITUTE Bob. I love you and being exactly what you want. This is what you wanted me to do isn’t it Bob?”

“This is exactly what I wanted.” Bob bluntly said.

“Do you like the reality Bob?”

“I can’t wait to actually watch you turn a trick.”

“I like the whorish feelings and feeling so nasty.”

Just then, Lainie had to go back on stage. If possible, her performance was more intense than her first act on the stage. She was dripping when she masturbated for the men. It took her almost a full hour to get back to Bob at their table. She was inundated with request for table and Booth dances she did all the table dances because she wanted Bob to see his wife being used. When Lainie finally got back to Bob and they were now 10 dollars short on a grand for the night.

 Bob looked at Lainie and told her that a guy had dropped by while she was dancing. He was having a stag tomorrow night for his brother. They were coming here because as a present by one of his brother’s co-workers she was going to dance in the contest. He asked Bob if he could hire Lainie tomorrow night. Bob asked how many guys, he said between eight and twelve,

“It seems like Saturday night is your gangbang night Lainie. Only this Saturday night you will have guys dining and fucking your “Y” for fifteen hundred dollars!”

“Oh My Gawd.” Lainie said

Just then, another man appeared to ask Lainie if she was free for a back room session. Lainie pointed him toward Bob and said that her husband was her pimp tonight. He walked up to Bob and after a couple of minutes. He nodded in agreement and Lainie saw the cash handed over I’m selling my body Lainie thought as s walked arm in arm with her newest” john” They entered the back room and again she was fucked and she sucked and the guy even gave her a 20 dollar tip, because she made him cum she twice.

She made it back to the table again but her efforts at keeping herself primped were falling short and she was also starting to get tired She told Bob and within minutes, they were back in their room. Bob was telling her how proud he was of her and how much he loved her for giving this ultimate fantasy life

“Ahhhh Lainie” Bob’s voice wavered.

“Yes honey.”

“Will you say it for me Lainie say what you are, what I have turned you into?”

“I am a whore wife, a prostitute I sell my pussy for my husbands delight. I am a stripper and a hooker and a gangbang slut.” Lainie said as she gazed at her husband. “I love you Bob. I love my new life can you imagine how it is for someone who has always loved cocks to be told she can have an unlimited number by the man she loves.”

Lainie arose and walked slowly to her husband and true to his word and for Lainie Bob started to softly caress his wife as a prelude to romantic sex. Lainie rested her head on Bob’s shoulder and sighed aloud.

“I love it Bob!!!” she exclaimed.

“You love what baby?”

“Being a PROSTITUTE!!! I came all night just at the feel of the bills in my hands. When I saw that guy count the bills into your hand so he could fuck me, I almost screamed in pure pleasure. Do you like the reality honey?”

“ It won’t be really real till tomorrow night when I can watch you get fucked. To tell you the truth that’s why I accepted the offer. You must know by now how much I love seeing men touch you, finger you, how much I love to see men’s cocks disappear into your pussy. That was the only bad part about tonight you fucking for money for the first time and I did not see it. But seeing you lap dance in the club seeing men’s fingers disappear inside of you I was so hard watching that it was so hot!”

“That’s why I kept turning down offers for booth and back room dances honey so you could see the men feel and finger me. I knew you were pleased when I came back from the back room the first time and told you I had done a sex act for money and asked if I was now a hooker and you said yes ... finally. I was so happy I had pleased you after your patient years of waiting, and you silly man,” She laughed. “You should have told me plainly years ago, I would have loved all those cocks.” Lainie grinned playfully at Bob.

“You can love all the cocks you can handle babe, as long as you always love me.”

“ALWAYS MY LOVE AND LIKE TONIGHT I WILL ONLY EVER GO HOME WITH YOU!!!!!!

Stay tuned for Part 3 Laine's first Bachelor party.



Lainie Ch. 02



I sat at the bar re-reading Lainie's note over and over again. I could not believe what I saw neatly printed on the soft pink page that I held in my trembling hand.

"What's wrong, Bird?" Geno asked.

I handed him the note and watched his face as he read it.

"Get the fuck out of here!" He exclaimed, returning the note to me.

"Weird, huh?" I commented.

"Weird ain't putting it quite far enough out there, Big Guy," Geno said.

"'Sup, Dude?" Ice asked, motioning for Sally to bring us another round before we went back up on stage.

I showed him the note. He shook his head and smiled.

"Shit like this never happens to me," He said. "I always end up with some old drunk that falls asleep on me before I can get it up."

"Ya, but she says she's my kid!" I howled. "This is freaky. Who goes around screwing his own daughter?"

"Sounds to me like she screwed you, Bird," Geno laughed. "It also sounds to me like she wants you to keep in touch."

"Man! What am I gonna do!" I sighed.

"We're gonna play some music for another set and then you'll probably get tanked, if I know you." Ice said. Then he and Geno both laughed at me.

I found no humor in their obvious amusement. I had no idea in the world that I even had a daughter. And what was even worse, I couldn't even remember what her mother's name was. I only remember that I had spent a crazy night fucking this older girl all night long up in Minnesota, over forty years ago. And now this babe comes along, hauls my ashes up the beach, and then disappears, leaving a note thanking me for the great fuck and telling me she's my kid. And if I'm interested, she leaves her phone number.


Marvelous!

The last set seemed to go on for hours. I kept replaying the night with Lainie's mother over and over in my mind. Then, one of the regulars asked Chuck if we could play Misty. BINGO! Her name was Mitsy. Go figure, it took the music to jar my old tired brains.

It was seeping back from so long ago. I was on my first road gig, playing a series of state fairs across the Upper Midwest, with Royal American Shows. We backed up various headliners and it had been a blast.

We would roll into town in the middle of the night, catch a few winks and be ready to play a matinee show that afternoon and an evening show that night. It was exciting because we were all underage but, the carnival is a world of it's own. The band was usually set up on a long flatbed semi-trailer, which was pulled out onto the racetrack in front of the grandstand. We would all run out and jump up and play fifteen songs or so and then they would pull the trailer aside and the races would commence.

In the afternoons, you could see the thousands of people in the grandstand, but at night, the really bright spotlights blinded you so all you could see was the inside of your sunglasses. We'd play for the run of the fair, and then pack up our stuff and head for the next fair, in the next town.

Six of us lived in a converted 72-passenger school bus, without air-conditioning, for six or seven months and then head back to Florida for the winter. We were hot, cramped, dirty and tired, but the money was great and the fringes were huge. Namely, there were always groupies hanging around to while away the spare time. And for us younger guys, it was a trip. And, being a musician was the best part.

I don't remember too much about her, just that she and another girl came around the bus after the last show and we went with them to an apartment somewhere away from the fairgrounds and spent the night getting laid, repeatedly!

I saw her that one time and forgot all about her until Lainie strolled into the club last night. What a blast from the past.

"You ready?" I heard Chuck ask.

"Huh?" I said.

"We're done," He said. "You can go home now."

Man, I was lost in it for a minute there. I packed up my axe and mic, rolled up the cords and helped load the amps in the trailer. Chuck told me we had to play up in Jax Beach the following weekend, but we had the rest of the week off. I decided to hang out in St. Augustine until Monday so I followed Ice back to his place.

"This is all very strange," I said.

"I can just imagine," He said. "You had no idea?"

"None," I answered. "I still don't believe it happened."

"You gonna call her?" He asked.

"I don't know," I said.

I was beat, so I excused myself and turned in. I had a really hard time getting to sleep. I kept seeing Lainie's face when I closed my eyes. I figured she was married from the rings she was wearing. And she obviously had some bread, because she dressed to the nines and drove the rented Jag. But who fucks her own father just for fun? I guessed she did.

When I woke up, Ice was gone. I had a fat head from the beer from the night before, but I felt all right. I looked out the window at my old car. The '86 Caprice was a stalwart old bus. I'd kept her up meticulously over all the years I'd had her and she was in the finest of condition. The tires were good and I had just had her tuned up and detailed a couple of days earlier. My mind was twirling like a top, but I made it up in a split second.

I scribbled a quick note for Ice to tell Chuck that I was going up north for a few days and if I wasn't back for next Friday night to call my brother to play bass. I headed up the coast to Mayport, where I live, to pack a few clothes and pick up a guitar and an amplifier, just in case anything should come up where I needed to make a buck. I got the neighbor lady to look after the old house and feed the goldfish and Mike, my little Pekinese. Then I climbed into the car and headed for I-10 west.

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The mileage on the map told me I had fifteen hundred and change to the Twin Cities. I threaded a couple of CDs into the changer and set the cruise control on 75 and snuggled down into the soft velvet of the old Chevy. The dual pipes were crooning smoothly and I listened to almost every track on every disc I had in the car and finally, I crossed The St. Croix River into Minnesota and saw the sign that read St. Paul, 21 miles. To say I was wiped out was the understatement of the century. It had taken twenty-seven hours to make the drive. I had no clue where to start looking to find Lainie, only the phone number on the note.

I stopped to top off the tank and plugged some coins into a payphone.

The phone rang four times before I heard a young male voice say, "Yeah?"

"Is Lainie there, please?" I asked.

"Who's askin'?" The voice said.

"I'm an old friend from Florida," I answered.

"Ma just got home from Florida yesterday," He stated.

I heard the phone clunk down and the voice holler "Ma! It's some old guy from Florida."

"Hello, This is Mrs. Marsden." Lainie said.

"Lainie, it's Jay," I said, softly.

"Oh," She said, pausing for a long minute. "Where are you?"

"Sunoco station on I-94." I answered. "Says Signal Hills on the sign across there by the mall."

"Why are you here?" She whispered.

"Lainie, I have to talk to you." I said.

"I know, Daddy. I have to talk to you too," She said. "You didn't waste any time getting here. I just got back last night."

"All I have is time, Lainie." I said. "Where are you?"

"Not far," She said, and gave me quick directions to a motel that was close to her house.

I felt like it was better for me to get a room until Lainie and I had a chance to talk. I was still troubled with the fact that we had been sexually intimate at the beach house four nights earlier.

I drove to the motel and had just walked out of the office with the key, when a dark blue Grand Marquis pulled up next to my Caprice. The window rolled down and Lainie smiled out at me.

"Room 417, around the corner," I said.

Her car moved away. I followed. My heart was hammering in my chest. What was I going to say to her? I pulled in right in front of the room and opened the door. Lainie was standing next to the door, flicking the ash from a long cigarette. Her hair hung straight down, just like it had when I'd brushed it during the night we had spent together. She had on tight toreador pants, and a bright yellow silk blouse. All of her female charms showed through the thin fabric. I felt myself churn inside. I stood in front of her and watched her drag on the smoke, drop the butt to the pavement and crush it with the toe of her high spike-heeled shoe.

I opened the door and held it for her to enter. I walked in behind her and fumbled in the dimness of the room for the light switch. Just as the lights bathed the room in a soft yellow glow, Lainie came into my arms and our lips came together. Her tongue was alive in my mouth, her hands caressed me on my back, and my cock had grown stiff as steel between us.

I pushed her away and held her to arms length.

"What are we doing, Lainie?" I gasped, trying desperately to regain control of my runaway emotions.

"I hope we're getting ready to make love," Lainie said, as her fingers deftly parted the buttons on her blouse.

"But," I said. "Why, if I'm your father?"

"Because I want to," She said. "And so do you."

My hands betrayed my mind and I pulled my shirt over my head. I reached for the buckle on my belt as Lainie pushed her pants down her soft thighs. She stood naked before me. We came together again. My cock was standing straight up against her belly as we kissed passionately. She moved herself, rolling my erection between us.

She pushed me back on the bed and climbed up on me. She settled back, guiding my stiff cock up into her hot pussy as she came down. I humped up, burying myself deep in her wetness. Then we just fucked each other. She came first and then I did, emptying fifteen hundred miles of stored up jizz deep in her warm cunt.

I had to sleep then. I'd been awake for two and a half days and I had no more energy. I was vaguely aware of her taking a shower and leaving the room.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black dark in the room. The only discernable light in the room was the light from the parking lot that framed the drapes covering the window. The acrid odor of cigarette smoke was present in the room. As I drew my self up out of the depths of slumber, I focused on the red glow of the cigarette.

"Lainie?" I asked.

"Close, but no cigar, Guitar Man," A husky female voice invaded the darkness.

I reached for the switch on the lamp next to the bed. I was momentarily blinded as the lamp filled the motel room with light.

An older woman, of some seventy years sat in a chair in the corner by the table near the window. She had silver hair, which hung in soft waves around her exquisitely made up face. Her lips were bright red and her smile was soft. She had long carefully manicured nails tipping her slender fingers. Large diamond cocktail rings adorned the third finger of each hand.

The dress she wore was smooth fawn velvet and fit her like a second skin. Lying on the bed, I could tell very little else about the woman in my room. I pushed up to a sitting position and stared into her dark eyes. I was still at a disadvantage, because she was somewhat in the shadows away from the light, and I was sitting on the side of the bed with the light behind me facing her. I was also very naked.

Now I gotta tell ya, this old man ain't a pretty picture any more. I'm 6'-3" and I weigh a little over 220 pounds. Most of it hangs in a whisky belly around the middle. The hair is long and still mostly dark brown and I usually wear a full beard, because I hate shaving. All the years of sitting in the bars playing music and drinking have taken its toll on me. My one saving grace, I guess, is I still have eight inches of thick meat that'll get hard as iron, when correctly provoked.

This woman exuded a subtle elegance that I have seldom seen in my fifty-eight years. So you might expect that sitting here with my dick hanging between my legs, trying to act nonchalant, should have embarrassed me. It did.

"Lainie tells me you still fuck like Trigger," She said. "Been a long time since I've had a sausage like that one in my old tired pussy."

Like an idiot, I looked down at my dick, lying there quietly on the sheet between my legs. Then I looked back up at the woman sitting across from me at the table. I felt Mr. Johnson start to crawl along the sheet.

"How long has it been?" I asked.

"Forty two years, four months and six days," She said.

"Keepin' pretty accurate track of time, aren't you?" I asked.

"Some things are worth remembering," She whispered. "So tell me, whose idea was it for you to fuck the kid?"

"Well, if I'd known who she was, it never would have happened the first time," I said. "This afternoon, it was all her idea."

"That's what she told me, too," She said. "Is she any good?"

"I think she's fantastic," I answered.

My cock had picked himself up off the sheet and was staring straight at Mitsy. And he was hard as granite.

Mitsy stood up and walked around the table to where I sat. She kneeled at my feet, put one hand on my chest pushing me back down on the bed, and took my cock in her other hand and lowered her head to my lap. Her tongue reached out and slowly curled under the smooth head of my blood filled dick. Lapping slowly and easily, she soon had me dripping in a steady flow of clear fuck fluid, which she savored ravenously. I saw her lips part and her head advance, covering me with her red painted lips. Then I was gone into her mouth. Mitsy gave better head than her daughter. Our daughter.

Her head moved smoothly up and down on my cock. She used her tongue to massage me as she worked her magic mouth over me. All I could do was lie there and revel in the sensations she bestowed on my stiff prick. I could feel myself building toward a monster cum and told her I was getting close. She kept sucking for all she was worth until I dumped a gigantic wad of scalding sperm down her throat.

"Now, Sweet Meat," She said. Get dressed and pack your shit. You're taking me to dinner, and then you're coming to my place and fuck me stupid. And you won't be needing to stay a this rat trap motel."

"I'll just be a second," I said. "I have to catch a quick shower."

"No need," She said. "I just sucked Lainie's pussy smell off your dick a few minutes ago."

I took the shower any way and put on a fresh pair of chinos and a Hawaiian shirt. I threw my stuff back in my grip and we left the room. Of course, Mitsy has a Mercedes convertible. She climbed aboard and waved for me to follow her and we headed for the other side of the city.

She guided us to a small steakhouse on a major thoroughfare, where she instructed the mater-de like she owned the place and soon we found ourselves in a very private little nook far away from all the rest of the patrons. Wine appeared, as if by magic, and we were suddenly alone in a very romantic scene right out of a movie. Mitsy found herself a smoke and held it for about three seconds before a tiny female hand appeared with a light. I hadn't even had time to fumble for her lighter, which lay in plain sight on the table.

"You've obviously been here before," I observed.

"I own it," She stated.

Silly me, I thought to myself, why didn't I think of that?

"What prompted Lainie to come looking for me?" I asked, after taking a sip of very expensive wine.

"I suppose it was me," She admitted. "When she found out that you really existed, she was very insistent on my telling her everything I could remember about you. All I knew was your name, and that you lived around Jacksonville, and that you surely would still be playing music. The first time I heard you, you left me with a damp spot in my panties, if you recall?"

"I remember that night as if it were yesterday," I lied. I had completely forgotten about it until Lainie showed up.

"Then when she asked me why I had never married," Mitsy continued. "I had to tell her the truth. After that night I spent with you after the fair, no man has ever been able to build a fire in me like that again."

"Then why'd you wait forty years to come looking for me?" I asked. "And why did you send Lainie instead of coming yourself?"

"I was afraid that you wouldn't want an old hag like me hanging around," She admitted, her eyes welling up. "She laughed at me. She said no man could be that good in bed."

All I could do was shrug. Mitsy is a looker, even if she is pushing seventy. I could see Lainie all over her face. Lainie is a real charmer too.

"I thought Lainie is married," I said.

"She is," Mitsy said.

"So why is she fucking me?" I asked.

"I think it was idle curiosity down in Florida," She said. "But you loaded her up now. She told me this afternoon that her husband has never turned her on like you did."

"That make you jealous?" I asked.

"Hell no," She scoffed. "I fucked her husband Dale three or four times and he's a cold fish. Lainie and I make better fireworks together than he can make with either of us."

"Excuse me?" I choked.

"Oh, please," She barked. "You're a musician your whole life. How many married women you bedded in all them years?"

"More than I can ever remember," I answered.

"And why in hell do you suppose they wanted you to fuck them?" She asked.

"I get your point," I said. "Hubby ain't that exciting anymore. And the bass player's a change of pace. I get the picture."

"What my daughter will never know," She said softly, "is that she almost had another daddy. I was engaged and after I met you at the fair, I dumped him like yesterdays garbage."

"What's so special about me?" I asked, overrun with curiosity.

"You've just got heat," She cooed. "There's a fire in you that I've never found in any other man I've been with. And mister, I've fucked a bunch of 'em."

"If it feels good, do it!" I said.

Over the years, I'd spent my share of time doing the 'Wild Thing' with more women than I could ever hope to remember. Music, booze and pussy had been my life. I had managed to get married twice. Each time, it ended in divorce because they felt like the music meant more to me than they did. The truth can be hard to take some times. But it's still the way things are.

Food arrived and we ate. The tiny redheaded waitress hovered over Mitsy, who cooed her appreciation with every opportunity. It soon became apparent that they had other issues.

"The redhead takes good care of the boss," I remarked.

"In more ways than you might imagine," She replied.

"I have a very vivid imagination," I said.

"I just bet you have, Guitar Man," Mitsy observed.

After the meal and more conversation, during which time I learned that Lainie had four children. A son eighteen, an older daughter who was twenty, and twin girls just turned sixteen. It appears that Lainie was a prolific breeder for a while before she had her tubes tied. Her husband is a lawyer and she lives the good life.

Mitsy was an entrepreneur. She had built the restaurant with the sweat of her own brow, and was very proud of it. It had given her all she had hoped for in life and now she was in a position to command the respect of her peers.

"I'm getting old, Jay," She concluded. "It's time to settle down."

"So you sent Lainie to fetch me?" I asked, knowing I should have kept my big mouth shut.

"You really know how to hurt a guy, don't you?" Mitsy asked, obviously wounded by my callous remark.

"Sorry, Mitsy," I said. "I had no right to say that."

"You're forgiven," She said. "But, you're almost right on the money. I had to know how life had treated you. I've hated myself for a lot of years for not coming after you. It wasn't like I was in love with you. I think I was more in love with the idea of being in love."

I wondered where this would lead.

"Lainie's smitten with you too," Mitsy said. "I think she's got that itch after twenty years of marriage but won't leave Dale for another man. She has it too good. It's like you're safe to do it with."




Lainie Ch. 02



"So how about you?" I asked. "You think it's all right for her to fuck her father?"

"Honey," Mitsy said, "she's been fucking me since she was old enough to decide for herself. And I don't think you're any worse influence on her than I have been. Besides, some of the other men she's had affairs with aren't half as pretty as you!"

My mind had stopped functioning. I ordered a beer and chugged it. I excused myself and found the little boys room and did a nature call. I was still tired from the trip and needed some more sleep to let things soak in.

Returning to the table, I found the redheaded waitress standing there. Mitsy had gone home and the girl, Corrine, was to ride with me to Mitsy's house so I wouldn't get lost.

Corrine is another looker. Appearing to be thirtyish, and barely 4'-10" tall, and neatly proportioned, she looked like a pixie. She had changed from her short waitress costume into a pale blue satin jump suit and very tall heels. Her short red hair was all-askew, but she still looked yummy. I wondered what was coming next.

Corrine directed me from the restaurant to Mitsy's, remaining mostly non-conversational until we were almost there.

"You're him, huh?" She asked.

"Pardon?" I asked, in return.

"The guy from down South." She stated. "Lainie's father."

"Guilty." I said.

"Is it true?" She asked.

"Is what true?" I countered.

"That you were only together that one time?" She asked.

"It is." I stated.

"Wow!" Corrine said. "And she still loves you after all that time."

This was all too weird. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in Florida with the sane people.

We pulled into the driveway and I stopped in front of the garage. Mitsy's Mercedes was sitting in the garage. Corrine jumped out and walked into the house through the door at the front of the garage. I followed, wondering what in the hell I was doing here.

The house was big, not huge, but spacious. And reeked of money. It had cost somebody a bundle to build. It looked to be ten years or more old but the inside was immaculately decorated. Corrine had disappeared down a hallway and I was left alone standing in the kitchen. My first impulse was that I needed a beer. So I opened the refrigerator door and was rewarded with a fine selection of brown bottles to choose from.

I wandered into the center of the house and was greeted be the smiling faces of both Mitsy and Corrine, who were coming back from another part of the house.

"Make yourself at home," Mitsy offered.

I sat. Corrine sat across from me on a big leather sofa. Mitsy went to a bar on the far wall and produced tall-stemmed glasses of wine for herself and the tiny redhead.

"Corrine lives here with me," Mitsy announced, holding a cigarette to her lips, which was instantaneously lit by Corrine. "She takes care of me, don't you, Darling?"

"Yes, Ms. Mitsy." Corrine purred.

I got the picture. From what I had heard the past few hours, Mitsy goes both ways. I figured that was fine with me. Apparently she has very good taste, because Corrine is a stone fox. And she had told me that she and Lainie were also intimate, which meant that Lainie was also into the ladies. Hell, this was proving to be more interesting all the time.

"Time is an evil handmaiden, Jay," Mitsy said. "It has taken its toll on both of us. My body is falling apart."

"You look good to me," I said.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Sweet Man." Mitsy giggled. "But I'm afraid that time hasn't been as kind as I would have preferred. My tits are drooping down to my belly button and my ass is sagging. Corrine is sweet and makes me feel like a schoolgirl the way she dotes over me. But I'm craving your big dick in me again. You made me crazy so long ago. I need it, Jay. What do you say?"

"Mitsy, I don't deserve all the praise you're heaping on me," I said. "I'm just a busted down old man from Florida."

Mitsy stood up and held her hands out to me. She pulled me to my feet and came into my arms and we kissed for the first time in over forty years. She was still hot. She pulled me by the hand down the hall to her bedroom. We left Corrine sitting on the sofa.

Mitsy turned and started to unbutton my shirt. I helped her out of her dress and she sat back on the satin cover on the bed. I settled between her legs and reached for her panties. Her hands went behind her back and unfastened her bra. Like she said, her tits hung heavy on her chest, and they did sag. But there was still a lot to suck on and I did exactly that.

First one heavy breast then the other, sucking and wallowing in her soft flesh. She leaned away and spread her legs. Her pussy had been neatly shaved, leaving only a small triangle of gray above the folds of her thick lips. I mashed my face into her. Mitsy groaned her approval as I swept through her outer feathers and caressed her softness inside.

Mitsy erupted in a series of quick vibrations, signaling that I had found her most sensitive spot. Her pussy, dry at first, flowed freely as I continued to pay homage to it. Mitsy was still an extremely exciting woman.

"Fuck me, Jay," She begged. "Stick your cock in me now."

I stood up and dropped my pants in a chair. Mitsy had pushed her self up on the bed and crawled up on her hands and knees. Her dark pucker stared at me above her glistening pink slit. I moved behind her and entered her without hesitating. Her cunt was hot and soft, offering little resistance to my advance. I buried myself to the hilt. I could feel her tighten against me as I pulled back. She still had great muscle control. We began to modulate slowly, together. Both of us making half of the movement, enjoying the sensations we were generating as we easily fucked.

"You feel just like you did the first time," I said.

"You are such a liar," She said.

I pushed deep in her center, where I could feel her cervix on the head of my cock. Grabbing her firmly by the hips, I forced my way in even deeper. She whimpered each time I struck another nerve inside of her scalding hole.

I felt her squeezing down with all her might. I pushed harder. Then she bucked back against me, a strong contraction ripping through her belly and ending in her pussy. Four times she did it them she reared her head back and moaned as her orgasm surged through her body. Grabbing a hand full of hair, I set about the business of filling her to overflowing with thick gooey cum. I humped into her repeatedly until I had no more to give.

Then it was over. She flopped forward onto her pillows. I moved beside her. We were bathed in sweat and our commingled love juices. Both totally exhausted from our lovemaking, we slept. For a long time. 



Lainie Ch. 03



Consciousness returned, how much later is anybody's guess. The drapes on the bedroom windows were drawn but it was undeniably daytime. Soft music filtered into my head. I was alone in the room. The telltale odor of sex permeated my brain. Sitting up was much easier than I thought it would be, because I had been sober for the better part of four days and had undoubtedly slept longer than any time in previous memory.

It took a few minutes for all the cobwebs to dissipate, allowing my whereabouts to register: Mitsy's bedroom. Fatigue has a way of dulling the memory process so I had to think back on the past couple of days to chronically organize how I came to be here. Slowly I put it all together and smiled to myself. Lainie and Mitsy are some pair.

I pulled my chinos on, and padded barefoot for the kitchen. I figured that if I couldn't find any coffee, there was plenty of beer in the fridge. Alas, a freshly constructed pot of coffee, with instructions written on a post-it note, stating the proper operation of the appliance, stood on the island in the center of the big kitchen. I mashed the button and waited until I heard the first pop from the coffee maker, then decided to have a beer anyway.

The cold brew tasted good going down, but splashed into a very empty stomach. I guessed that it would be a good plan to find a snack so I returned to the fridge and mad myself a big sandwich while the coffee perked away. Feeling human again, which is a challenge some mornings, I wandered back down the hall to catch a quick shower and find my bag to get a change of clothes. The music seemed to come from all over the house at the same time so I assumed it was canned into the rooms over a central music system. As yet, I could see no speakers sitting around. But, that's not unusual these days, as speakers can be very small, have great frequency response, and be cleverly tucked away so as not to be seen. I on the other hand, prefer monster cabinets with big woofers, mid-range drivers and high-range tweeters pushed by hundreds of watts of power, which allow you to vibrate the neighbor's windows no matter how far away they live.

The clock by the bed warned it was 5:30 in the afternoon. I'd been asleep for about fifteen hours, which is as much sleep as I accumulate in a full week sometimes. My energy would be boundless. I heard the phone ring and considered letting it ring, but curiosity reared its gnarly head and I picked up the fancy French style receiver.

"Mitsy's" I rasped into the phone.

"Daddy?" Lainie inquired.

"'Zat you, Lainie?" I questioned.

"Yes, Daddy," Lainie replied. "Are you all right?"

"Best I've felt in years," I said. "Where are you?"

"In my car." She said. "Can we come over?"

"It's not my house, Sweetie." I answered. "But I'm sure your mother wouldn't object."

"See you in a few minutes, then." She added, breaking the connection.

I wondered what would happen this time. Every time I've seen Lainie, we've ended up in bed and never got a chance to discuss our situation. And now with her mother's freshly renewed interest in my old bones, I had no idea what to say to her. I'll let her do the talking, I decided.

Lainie must have been in the neighborhood, because it only took her a few minutes to get here. I was in the kitchen renewing a cup of coffee when she waltzed through the front door and into the kitchen. An extraordinarily pretty girl followed her into the room.

"This is Sarah, my oldest daughter." Lainie announced.

Sarah did her mother and grandmother proud. She is cast from the same mold as Lainie. Standing behind them, you'll never tell them apart. They are within a few pounds of the same weight, with Lainie having just a bit more in the chest, which comes from twenty years of motherhood. The same corn silk hair and deeply tanned skin make them nearly twins.

"The pleasure is all mine," I answered, appraising my newly found granddaughter.

"Behave yourself," Lainie said to both of us. "Can we talk?"

"I'm all ears." I replied.

"I'm going out by the pool," Sarah proclaimed, leaving us standing in the kitchen.

Lainie took a seat on a barstool. I fished a couple of brews from the fridge and opened them. I handed one to Lainie and leaned against the counter facing her. She fired a cigarette and blew a plume of smoke skyward.

"You and momma get it on last night?" Lainie asked.

"We did." I said. "Is this a problem?"

"Not for me." She responded. "I told her you were still a stud."

"Thanks for the rating," I said.

"She called and asked me to look in on you," Lainie said. "She's not sure you approve of us."

"I gotta admit, I'm a little confused at the sudden interest," I stated.

"You can blame it on me, if you want," Lainie replied. "I didn't actually tell anybody that I was on my way to Florida to find you. I just said I had to take care of something and I'd be gone for a few days. I really had no intention of climbing into bed with my own father."

"But you did." I said.

"Yes, and I wouldn't take it back for a million bucks!" Lainie asserted. "You could leave right this minute, and if I never see you again, I'll always remember you. I know now, what went on in mother's head all those years. I'll never regret what we did. Besides, I think it's exciting."

"It's exciting, all right," I said. "But it's still a little freaky."

"It's great sex, Daddy," She said. "I got so turned on watching you play music. Before we ever left the club, I knew that when you walked into that beach house in the middle of the night, we were going to fuck. I get so wet whenever I think about it."

"Yeah, me too." I said, quietly. "It is kinda wild, when you stop and think about it. Mitsy tells me things aren't so good at home for you."

"Things are just fine," Lainie insisted. "Dale does his thing and leaves me alone to do whatever I want. The kids are old enough to take care of themselves, which gives me a chance to take care of myself, now. Which included finding you, and getting to know you."

"Well, I'd say we made a pretty good start at that." I said.

Lainie stood up and came over to me. She put her hands on my arms and pushed herself up on her toes. Our lips touched for just a few seconds.

Staring straight into my eyes, she said, "I want to get to know you a whole lot better, Daddy."

"Right. Me too," I said.

Our lips came together. This time the kiss was a kiss between lovers, not father and daughter. Our tongues twisted together and our arms pulled us tightly together in a passionate embrace. I felt my cock bunch up in my pants. Lainie mewled in her throat, sending vibrations clear down to my gut.

I wanted Lainie. 

"Oops. Sorry!" A voice squeaked.

We jumped apart. I turned my head to the side and saw Sarah standing in the doorway. She had come in from the pool. A bright yellow thong bikini covered only the most strategic areas of her young body. Lainie and I were only inches apart, but my hard cock made a big lump in the front of my pants. Sarah stared straight at it and smiled.

"Don't mind me," Sarah said. "I just came in for a Coke. Looks like grandma was right, Momma, he is a stud!"

"You march yourself right back out there by that pool, Young Lady," Lainie ordered. "We'll talk about this later."

"You go, Girl," Sarah beamed, giving us a big thumbs-up.

"Uh, sorry, Lainie," I said. "I forgot she was here."

"Don't worry, Daddy," Lainie whispered. "I'm afraid my daughter is already way beyond her years when it comes to men, and women."

"There is one thing," I said. "Tell me about Mitsy and Corrine. And you and Mitsy too, while we are on the subject."

"Do you want to hear about Sarah too?" She asked.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world!" I answered, eaten up with curiosity.

"There's not much to tell," Lainie began. "Mother has always had a hankerin' for the ladies. Even before you came along, she tells me, she had relationships with other women. I walked in on her with one of her lovers one night when I was in high school. They didn't see me, but I watched them making love for the longest time. It made me so hot that I just had to ask her about it later. She was embarrassed about it. I persisted and one thing led to another and we ended up together in bed. She taught me things about myself I could never experience with a man. And never have."

Lainie dug for a fresh cigarette and continued, "I experimented with other women at college and found I liked it. I also enjoy men. I guess I must be some kind of a bisexual slut, because I seem to find pleasure all around me and just can't say no. Mother and I have been doing each other for a long time. Corrine is just one of the many handmaidens that Mitsy has brought home to play with. This one is by far and away the most exciting of them all."

"You speak from experience?" I asked.

"Certainly," She answered. "Mother always shares them with me. And I share with her."

"She told me." I said. "Sounds like you're getting the better end of the deal."

"She must have told you that Dale isn't that interesting in bed," She said.

"Something like that," I mumbled.

"Do you think I'm interesting in bed?" She asked, grinning.

"Interesting isn't exactly how I would describe you." I said. "I'd say you were totally driven to pleasure."

"Now that's interesting," She chuckled. "Did you enjoy fucking me?"

"Absolutely," I said.

"Then I'm assuming we get to do it again?" She asked.

"I'd say we'll undoubtedly get to do it again," I answered.

The lump in my pants had to be adjusted. I did so, which drew a chuckle from my daughter. Her hand crept downward, whereupon she slowly caressed me through my pants. Her fingers found the tab to my zipper and pulled it all the way down. Reaching inside my fly, she pushed her fingers through the opening in my shorts, taking my hardness in her warm fist. Moving slowly up and down, she manipulated her fingers around my swollen member. It felt fantastic.

Lainie pulled my dick out of my fly and ran both hands over me. She turned around, leaned over the counter and pulled her short skirt up over her backside, exposing her soft ass cheeks to me. A thin band of purple satin crept from between her lobes and disappeared around her hips.

I reached under her and felt her wet panties with my fingers. Pulling the sopped fabric aside, I pushed the tip of my fingers through her outer folds into her wetness. Lainie ground her pelvis into the countertop, groaning loudly. She spread her legs wide, allowing me complete access to her exposed womanhood.

I replaced my fingers with the head of my cock and threaded into her hot pussy. Lainie was a mass of sensations, pushing back and rotating her butt to help me penetrate even farther into her depths.

I started a steady rhythm in and out. Lainie's grunts, hisses and moans gave testimony to her pleasure, as I pumped into her from behind. I could feel her contractions when she drew close to her orgasm, so I slowed my movements to prolong her enjoyment. I tried to hold her back, to no avail. She surged into a series of howling moans when she went over the edge, pushing back against me and uttering a long unintelligible string of obscenities as she floated through her climax.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head toward the patio door, expecting to find Sarah spying on us. I was surprised to see the petite redhead, Corrine, leaning into the doorframe, with her skirt pulled up, and her hand pushed under her panties, frantically fingering her clit while she watched us fucking on the center island. Her eyes were closed so she was unaware that I was privy to her presence.

I tapped Lainie gently on the shoulder and whispered in her ear for her to look over by the door. As she did, I felt her tighten the inner muscles in her cunt, and shudder as an after shock from her recent orgasm bumped through her. 

"Oh yeah!" Lainie whispered. "This is too good to be true!"

Lainie pushed herself up from her position on the counter and simply walked off of me, leaving me standing there with a full load ready to explode at any second. She tiptoed over to Corrine, put one arm around her shoulder and placed her other hand between Corrine's legs, covering the hand she had pushed into her pussy. Bending slightly at the waist, Lainie covered Corrine's mouth with hers. Corrine gurgled into Lainie's searching mouth.

As Corrine attempted to speak, Lainie shushed her and pointed to my steady erection.

"You want some of that, Honey?" She asked the startled girl.

"Oh My God, yes!" Corrine gasped, as she gulped for air.

Lainie led the diminutive girl to the center of the room, where I stood and helped her up to sit on the counter. She pushed the young girl back and pulled her panties down over her legs. Pushing her legs wide apart, Lainie bent over and mashed her face into the dark copper colored pubic bush between her legs. Corrine gasped as she sailed into a quick orgasm when Lainie found her engorged clit with her tongue.

Lainie stayed between her legs for only a few moments before moving back and reaching for my hand. Pulling me forward, she took my cock in her other hand and helped to position my cock head at her entrance. At 6'-3" tall, my cock was at just the right height to slide right into her hot pussy while standing flat-footed on the floor.

Corrine fit like a coat of paint. Her snug pussy resisted my invasion, but persistence prevailed and after several careful attempts, I was fully imbedded deep inside of her pulsing love nest. She wrapped her legs behind me and pulled me hard into her with her heels. I had been very near to coming in Lainie, so it was only a matter of a few short strokes and I was spewing a huge wave of thick semen deep into Corrine's center.

Corrine cried out, making me fearful that I was hurting her. But she pulled me ever inward with her heels, while she pulled frantically on the front of my shirt trying to pull me down on top of her. All the while, Lainie was squeezing Corrine's tiny titties and kissing her on the face and neck.

Corrine's pussy continued to clutch and pulse on my cock, long after I had finished cumming inside of her. Her legs stayed fastened behind me, holding me as close as she could get me.

I had been banging my old knees on the front of the cabinet doors, and they began to hurt. Damn, this getting old was for the birds. I felt Corrine relax her grip around me, letting me pull my soft cock out of her cunt. A huge glob of our mixed fluids followed me out and drizzled down under her onto the counter top. Lainie witnessed this occurrence and moved back between Corrine's thighs placing her open mouth over the exhausted girls pussy.

Best I could do was lean back against the counter behind me, and watch as Lainie wallowed in the aftermath of my journey into Corrine. My dick hung like a limp noodle out of my fly. I tucked it away and zipped up. Lainie had finished sucking Corrine's cunt and was helping Corrine to sit up on the counter.

"Nice finish," A voice announced, from the patio door.

Turning, I saw Sarah standing there, with Mitsy beside her. Both women were grinning broadly. Then they both erupted with applause, clapping their hands together loudly. I was embarrassed as hell. This whole crew was obsessed with sex.

"Everybody naked, and into the pool," Mitsy commanded, pulling Sarah by the hand back outside the house.

I followed, removing my shirt and dropping my chinos over the back of a lounger on my way. Sarah and Mitsy were already stripped and about to jump into the pool by the time I got there. Corrine and Lainie were inside the house for several more minutes before they emerged. They too were naked and joined us in the pool. I still couldn't get over how tiny Corrine was.

We stayed in the pool, floating around and passing the time talking about much of nothing. Until Sarah came went over to her mother and they had a hushed discussion.

I heard Lainie say, "I don't know, Sarah. Why don't you just ask him?"

Sarah looked over at me and with a quirky little smile she asked, "Will you play some music for us?"

I had expected something completely different from Sarah, but was relieved by her request.

"Momma says that when you play music, it makes her horny," Sarah added. "Grandma said it made her horny too."

I wasn't disappointed. The three of them were just alike. Like mother, like daughter, like daughter. I wondered if Sarah would get horny when she heard me play!



Lainie



The chill dampness of the night caused us to shiver at the same time so I urged her toward the door. We walked through the house and down the hall to the bedroom. Lainie pulled the covers back on the bed and motioned for me to lie back. I did as instructed and she curled up next to me, taking my soft cock in her hand, she slowly kneaded me.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was blazing into the bedroom window. Lainie was still curled up next to me holding my erect cock in her fist. I moved a bit and tried to get off the bed. She held a firm grip on my raging dick.

I uncurled her fingers carefully and bolted for the john. Women don't understand the morning hard on. I has two functions, one much more urgent than the other. Once the nature call had been made, I returned to the bed. Lainie had rolled onto her back and lay in a sea of blond hair on the pillow. I eased onto the bed next to her and started to gently lick her nipples. I heard her breath quicken as I applied more pressure with my mouth. I nibbled easily on each nub and before long; both were hard as could be.

Lainie opened her eyes and looked at me, a smile crept across her lips. My cock had grown hard again and I wanted her. I pushed up and waited for her to spread her legs for me. She must have been dreaming about sex, because when the head of my cock came into contact with her thick outer lips, she was drenched. She pulled her legs up high and offered herself to me. I entered her in one smooth stroke.

It felt like I had lowered my cock into a pan of hot water, only she sheathed me like a second skin. She reached behind me with her legs and drew me into her being. I just stayed that way, without moving, our lips mashed together in a tongue-twisting kiss. Lainie pulled at my back, forcing me down on top of her.

My big belly pushed heavy against her, making it hard for her to breathe. I adjusted myself up on my knees and started to drive in and out of her clutching tunnel. She pushed hard against me with each stroke.

We fucked like this for a long time. I'm old and my legs were killing me, but I wanted to please this woman so I stayed at it until she roared into a hard climax, biting me on the shoulder when she came. She fell back on the bed. I rolled off, my legs and hips ached. As soon as I rolled over on my back, she climbed on top of me and reached between her legs to guide my still hard dick into her dripping cunt.

Lowering herself down on me, she started bucking like a mare in season. I humped feebly up into her, but she was doing most of the work now. Again and again she humped onto me, taking me as deep as I could go. I could feel her insides on the tip of my cock each time she came down on me. Then she started to cum again. Sobs came from her mouth and tears flooded her cheeks as she wrenched herself on me again and again.

Then it was my turn. I started to shoot into her writhing box like a fire hose. Nine times I felt myself empty into her hot center, until there was no more. And then she fell forward onto me and lay there, very still. I could feel her tears on my chest as she continued to sob.

When I woke the next time, the sun had moved off the front of the house. My watch told me it was 3:30 in the afternoon. Lainie wasn't in bed with me. I got up and had a quick shower and dressed. Lainie was nowhere in the house. The red Jag was still out front, so I figured she must have gone down on the beach. I had to go home before I went to the restaurant that night so I left her a note explaining that and locked the front door on my way out.

I drove home, got a bite and changed clothes. It was nearly eight when I got to the club. I was a bit haggard, but felt great after scoring a major hit on the beautiful lady from Minneapolis. I really hoped she would show up that night so I could see her again.

We were midway through our third set when she wandered in. I was really glad to see her walk in. When we finished our set, I hurried down to the bar area to find her, but Sally handed me a pink envelope.

"The blond from last night asked me to give you this," Sally said, handing me the heavily perfumed communication.

I walked out into the lobby and with shaking hands opened the envelope. Neatly printed on bright pink paper, she had written:

Jay, 

I didn't come here to do what I did, but I had to know something. I never intended for you to be hurt and I hope this doesn't hurt you too much. For forty years, my mother has been telling me about my father. She lied to me for a long time, telling me he was dead. Then she slipped one time and said how stupid she had been by not coming to find you.  

All she knew was where you were from and your name, and how young you were. When she finally told me the truth, I hated both of you. You for doing what you did and not caring; and her for lying about you. Well, now I know the truth about musicians. And I know the truth about you; you had no idea about me so how could you care.

I don't hate you any more. I love you. And I don't hate Momma any more. And if you have any interest, my phone number at home is written inside the flap of the envelope. And another thing; a long time ago Momma told me that you were the most exciting fuck she ever had in her life.

Daddy, I think she's probably right. You are a fantastic fuck!