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The Merger

By: GuyJD



Despite a few obstacles that she's had in her life, Treyana refused to become another statistic. She is a 28-year-old African American single mother of 13-year-old twins and is living in a low-income housing project. She had her daughters, Briana and Bernice, when she was only 15. Due to her pregnancy, Treyana had to drop out of the 10th grade. 

Being a young teen mother of twins was no easy task for the beautiful young girl, but she'd gotten a lot of help from her mom, who had Treyana when she was only 15, and her grandmother. Unfortunately, the help only lasted a few years because her grandmother suddenly became severely ill and bedridden. It was when her grandmother was on her death bed that Treyana promised her grandmother that she'd one day return to school to graduate. As luck would have it, years went by before she was ever able to attend night school. Eventually it happened. 

At 25, Treyana received her G.E.D. and promised her mom that it wouldn't stop there. One year later, and while working as a waitress in a nearby restaurant, Treyana began attending a local community college in hopes of receiving an associate's degree in business administration, which has opened a whole new world for her. She met a lot of new friends there. One of whom was Brad, a 19 year old white guy who used to be a linebacker for his high school football team. They basically met when assigned to work together.

Dr. Pam Douglas, their business administration professor, paired up every student of her class and assigned them several different types of projects to write a report on. Treyana was hoping to be paired with one of the black students, but, since she was only one of three, she knew it would be a very slim chance. Instead, she was paired with 6'3" brown haired, brown eyed, Brad. Unfortunately,the two started out with some complications. 

Dr. Douglas said, "You two are separate business owners who decide to merge your businesses to form a partnership. I want you two to work on an outline of the business, draw up some type of blue prints or floor plans, and come up with a budget to explain how you intend to finance the business and its ventures. I expect you to present it to the class in three weeks." 

Before leaving class, the two argued as to what type of business it would be. Brad insisted on a sporting goods franchise while Treyana insisted on a beauty supply store. For a 5'2" woman, Treyana had a voice that carried, so when she would argue, it seemed as if she was talking loudly or even yelling. When they couldn't agree on anything, Brad simply grabbed his books and notebooks and told Treyana, "Sounds to me like somebody hasn't gotten laid in a while. Maybe you won't be so bitchy." He quickly walked out of the class before Treyana could respond.

Throughout the day and while attending her other classes, Treyana could not get the statement out of her mind. At first, she laughed it off. Getting laid used to be the least of her worries. She's been with her boyfriend, Terrance, for 2 years, and they have always been very sexual. In fact, Terrance had often teased her of being a nymphomaniac. But with her work schedule and taking care of the twins, her sex life with Terrance had lessened to just once a week and sometimes less. She flat out refused to think that Brad had hit a nerve with her. "He's just an immature ass boy", she thought. 

However, days then weeks passed, and the two still hadn't begun their project. Often Brad would try to set up a time and place for them to meet, but Treyana was too busy with her job to pursue the project with him. Finally, she told him, "I got an idea. Come up with a plan that we can work on, and we can meet this weekend before the project is due. I'll ask my manager if I can have the weekend off, and I'll make it up during the week. He'll understand."

"Fine", Brad replied, "so where would you like us to meet?"

"How about your place? Or, would your parents be offended to have a black person in their house?"

"Don't say that, Treyana. My folks aren't like that. My place is fine. I'll pick up some beer and pizza for us to snack on as we're working. The project is due that following Friday so hopefully we can put our heads together and work something out." Brad then wrote the directions to his parents house for Treyana and it was a set date.

That Friday, Treyana prepared herself as simple as she could get. She wore a pair of baggy knee high shorts, a t-shirt, and a black bandana around her hair. As she put it, she wanted to dress as she would for a weekend around the house kind of event. After three bus rides, she arrived at Brad's parents' house at 3 p.m. She was impressed to see a BMW parked in their driveway and figured that his parents had great careers--one that she would like to one day have. She knocked on the door, and Brad opened the door wearing sweatpants and a tank top. 

"Oh good, you're here. Were the directions helpful?" Brad asked.

"Very helpful, thank you," she replied. As Treyana entered the house, Brad looked around outside. "Are you making sure that your white neighbors didn't see the nigger girl coming in the house?"

"No, I was looking for the car that you drove here in."

"Oh, don't worry. I caught the bus here. My boyfriend will pick me up when he gets off work tonight, if it's okay with you."

"Oh sure, I'm sure we're be able to get a lot of our work done and finish it up by Sunday or Monday."

"So will I get to meet the couple who conceived you?", Treyana said jokingly.

"I'm afraid not, Treyana. They had to go out of town this weekend."

Treyana suddenly got upset and told Brad, "You son of a bitch. You knew that all along. I'm not staying in this house alone with you. Just like a typical immature boy, you think you can get an easy piece of ass from this nigger girl. I'm........"

"No, Treyana, I had no idea that they were leaving until this morning, and please stop using that "N" word. I don't feel that way about you, and I don't talk like that." 

Brad grabbed Treyana's hand as she reached for the door to leave and led her to the living room where she could see the work that he'd prepared for their project. She was surprised to see that it was all laid out and well-arranged. The budget was prepared, and the floor plans were complete with the help of his father who once took drafting in college. 

"All that we have left to do, Treyana, is complete the outline and profile of the business. That's where you come in. I figured that you can put a tender woman's touch to it and make it look good for us." 

Treyana was impressed Brad had created a way to incorporate both of their interests into one business by creating an athletic club, which he called, "All-N-One Athletic Club". 

The two spent hours coming up with a budget and creating a profile. While working together on it, they occassionally ate pizza, which was delivered minutes after Treyana arrived, and drank loads of bottles of beers. In fact, Treyana noticed that they were drinking quite a bit more than they were eating, and it seemed that the beers were non-stop because Brad was always going to the kitchen to retain more beers for them. 

Finally, by 7 p.m., they decided to take a break from the project, where they continued to eat, drink, and talk a lot. The two sat on the floor of the living room and talked for an hour. Treyana sat on one leg as she extended the other in front of her. This caused her knee high shorts to slide halfway up her legs and reveal her beautiful, firm dark mocha colored thighs.

"So tell me about yourself, Treyana. What kind of person are you when you're not uptight about anything?" Brad asked.

"Very funny. Well, I'm 28, mother of 13-year-old twin girls, been there done that kind of life. My mom's babysitting my darlings right now. Dating a guy for about two years, and, no, he's not my kids' father."

"If you don't mind me asking, where is the father?"

"Well, we went our separate ways after the kids were born. He didn't want any part of them, but child welfare department had other plans for him." Treyana laughed as the beer began taking its toll on her. She was not drunk yet, but she could feel that she was pretty tipsy. 

"So you had the twins when you were young? Wow, you're giving them something to be proud of by pursuing your education." Treyana found that strange to be discussed by such a young man.

"So what about you, Brad? Tell me about you."

"Nothing much to tell. My parents own their own import/export business, and they asked me to do something with my life other than hang around the house and smoke weed. So here I am."

"I see."

"You look frustrated, Trayana. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just some shit that I go through every now and then. I'm frustrated, fatigued, depressed. Hell, I need to fucking get laid." Realizing what she just said, Treyana's eyes widened, and she quickly tried to correct herself. "Ummm, wait. That doesn't sound right."

"Don't worry about it. I know what you mean."

"Really?"

"Sure, just let me know if I can help," Brad said jokingly.

"Yeah, right. As if."

"And what does that mean?"

"As if you could help me if I was to let you. Baby please!! I'm too old for you, and I've been around the block a few times. You're just looking for a quick fuck."

"Isn't that what you just said that you needed? A lay?"

"But......Ummmm.......That's different."

"What about your boyfriend? Why hasn't he done something about your needs?"

"Because we're too busy with our jobs and school. We don't have time for each other like we used to."

"What time is he coming to pick you up from here?"

"Well, I told him that we will be working on this all night, so he figured that he'll come by when he gets off of work after 11."

Brad noticed Treyana's full kissably tempting lips and the hardened nipples of her 34C breasts fighting against her t-shirt, and replied, "Fine, then we have enough time to finish both of our projects." 

"Both of what projects? We only have one to do, don't we?"

"Hell no, don't you remember what Professor Douglas told us to do? We have to merge together." Just then and before Treyana can respond, Brad leaped at her and held her face in his hands. He placed his lips on hers and kissed Treyana very passionately. Treyana fought to pull his hands from her face and move her lips from his, but he was too strong. She groaned from the embracing, and as she tried to speak while still being kissed by Brad, he slipped his tongue into her parting lips. 

All that she managed to say against his lips were, "What the fuck are you doing, Brad?" 

But the feel of his tongue against hers brought a new feeling to Treyana that she hadn't felt in months. She stopped fighting it and finally gave in to the passionate kiss, allowing her thick tongue to swim inside his mouth as well. In time, her groans of rejections turned into moans of pleasure. It felt like the kiss was lasting forever as they often repositioned their faces in every direction. 

Treyana opened her eyes for a moment and couldn't believe what was happening. "How did we end up like this?" she thought. Never did she make any more attempts to stop it.

Suddenly, Brad parted from her lips and held her face to his. Though their lips were separated for the time being, they were actually just an inch and a half away from each other. 

"So what was that for, Brad? Why did you do that?" she asked while staring at his lips and breathing harder than normal.

"Why should there be a reason? You're tensed, and I would like to help you relax."

"Yeah, sure you do. Sorry baby, I know that it's only a nine year difference, but you're like a kid to me. You're young enough to be a little brother of mine. Hell, my kids are just a few years younger than you."

"That doesn't mean that I can't satisfy you, Treyana."

Now making eye contact with Brad, Treyana said, "No, Brad, let's get back to our work or maybe I should go home now. I'll just catch the busses again."

"Nope, you can't do that. The busses stopped running hours ago. The next one won't be here until tomorrow morning. But if you want to go home, I'll take you."

"Brad, you wouldn't make it out alive if you're seen driving in the housing project where I live. Okay, I'll wait for Terrance to get here. But let's get back to work."

"Okay, let's", Brad said. Then, he kissed Treyana's full lips again only this time, she didn't protest. She found herself clinging to his every move and holding him by the waist. Her head was swimming with the effects of the many beers that she'd consumed, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter from the passion of it all. 

Then Brad held Treyana's hand and brought it down to the crotch of his sweatpants. Treyana could feel Brad's stiff cock, which felt like a steel rod in his pants. Without any instructions, Treyana began stroking his cock through the pants and moaning harder through the kisses. At one point, she grasped hold of his stiff cock and pulled it gently, as if to rip it from his pants. 

After the moment grew more intense, Brad moved the materials aside and laid Treyana on the carpet where he continued kissing her, and she reached over again for his crotch. Only Brad removed her hand and began removing his pants for her. Treyana looked down to see that not only was Brad not wearing any underwear, but his cock was larger than she'd imagine. All her life, growing up in the projects, the word was that white guys had small cocks and that it could disappear in your hand when you hold it, but as Treyana could see, Brad had prime meat between his legs. 

She wrapped her hand around it to stroke it, and there was at least another five inches more than her hand could cover. With this new discovery, Treyana's pussy got even wetter, and she led Brad's hand inside her pants to play with it. Instead, Brad decided to part from Treyana to remove first his tank top and then her t-shirt and shorts. There was absolutely no protest from Treyana's lips and she felt relieved to have her hardened nipples and wet pussy air out inside the beautiful home. 

Then Brad began kissing Treyana very passionately on the lips as he lowered the kisses to her ears, her neck, her beautiful breasts, her stomach, and her fine, healthy thighs. Finally, he parted her thighs and rested his head between them. He looked up at Treyana as he noticed her staring down at him, and he darted his tongue up and down her pussy slit, feeling her wetness instantly.

Treyana sucked in her breath, as she felt her body convulsing from the feel of his tongue. His tongue opened her pussy, as he licked on and around her swollen clit while Treyana held his head. This was a new feeling for Treyana. Although she's experienced oral sex, she's never had it this well. It was like this boy was an expert at eating pussy. 

What literally had her wanting to climb the walls was that he licked, nibbled, and sucked her pussy for what seemed like hours. Treyana sank into orgasm after orgasm. After the third one, she lost count. Then just as she was approaching a massive orgasm, Brad positioned his body over hers and placed his nine inch stiff cock to her slit. Treyana knew what was about to happen. 

Catching her breath for a moment, Treyana said, "Brad, do me a favor."

"What's that, Treyana?"

"Please pull out when you're about to cum. I don't think either of us need any babies right now. It took me too long to..........."

Without saying another word, Brad began pushing his cock inside her tight black pussy. The feeling of his hard cock spreading her slit apart stopped Treyana in her sentence. With all of the wetness of her pussy, it only took one hard push for his entire cock to enter to the hilt, and Brad could feel her tight pussy grabbing his cock like a glove. 

Treyana went into an orgasmic shock and screamed, "Oh my God!!" 

Brad pistoned his cock slowly in and out of her gyrating pussy, and Treyana began digging her nails into his shoulders. Brad lowered his head and sucked each of her black nipples, then gently bit them. Treyana was going out of her mind.

This white teen was like a damn sex god for her. She held on to his muscular body, as he raised her legs off the carpet and held them up in the air, allowing him even deeper penetration. He then picked up the pace and began fucking Treyana's pussy like it's never been fucked before. 

Treyana began crying as she enjoyed the fucking that she was receiving from the youth. Never would she imagine that a 19-year-old boy could be giving her pussy a fucking that her 29-year-old boyfriend had neglected to do for months. Much as when Brad was licking her pussy, Treyana was having constant and intense orgasms. Treyana glanced down to watch Brad's stiff white cock disappear inside her dark chocolate pussy, and the color contrast made her more excited. 

She told him that she was cumming hysterically, and he looked down at her with lust in his eyes. He watched as her beautiful black breasts rocked back and forth on her chest and this excited him more. Treyana could feel his cock expanding inside her tight pussy, as he continued ramming it in and out very fast. She remembered asking him to pull out. Instead, her lust wanted to feel his hot white cum splash inside of her pussy, and she found herself wrapping her small legs around his waist to coach him, as he pushed his cock inside of her. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me, Brad. Fuck this black pussy good, damn it."

With that, Brad increased the pace even more and, the room echoed with the sounds of their hips clapping together. Treyana continued egging him on. They looked into each others' eyes and, passion had overflowed the both of them. 

Brad lowered Treyana's knees to her chest and continued slamming his cock into her wet, tight pussy. 

Again, Treyana said, "That's right, Brad. Fuck this nig......" But Brad stopped her with his lips, and they kissed passionately . 

Then Brad moaned loudly inside Treyana's mouth, as he shot a hard load of cum inside of her waiting, convulsing pussy. He could feel her pussy literally sucking the cum from his cock as he shot off more and more loads. After his balls were drained dry of his cum, they lay exhausted in each other's arms and lightly kissed each other's lips and face. 

Then, as they began kissing passionately, Treyana felt his cock begin to stiffen up inside her pussy. 

She broke the kiss in surprise and said, "What the fuck is this? I thought you were done, Brad."

With that, Brad began pistoning his hard cock in and out of Treyana's cum filled pussy and Treyana burst into several more orgasms. Although round two only lasted a few minutes, compared to 30 minutes before, it was more than Treyana banked on for that evening. 

Surprising, Brad's cock came back to life constantly, and he never hesitated feeding Treyana's pussy with it. Within hours, they fucked off and on about six times and in various positions. Each time, loads of cums burst inside Treyana's tight, black pussy.

Suddenly, Treyana noticed that her watch had 10:30 p.m. They quickly got up and ran into the bathroom and into the warm shower. There, they began joking around with each other's body. As Brad caressed her breasts, Treyana reached down and rubbed Brad's balls. This got his cock up and ready for action again. 

He cracked a joke with Treyana and told her, "Please don't drop the soap."

"Do you mean like this?", she asked as she pretended to let the soap slip from her hand. 

As she reached down to retrieve it, Brad took her pussy from the back. Treyana had to brace herself to prevent hitting her head on the wall of the shower. After Brad shot another load inside her pussy, they finally completed their showers and themselves. They walked their naked bodies into the living room where they proceeded to dress. After getting dressed, Treyana realized that they still had a lot of work to do with their class project. 


The Merger



There were four of us at dinner. Leo and Trudy, a long-time married couple in their fifties, were our host and hostess. I was with Angela, my third wife, who was twenty years younger than anyone else at the table. At the end of the meal, when Trudy had told the staff they could leave and the port decanter was circulating, Trudy asked a question that led to a long silence. Before I come to that question, the situation that prompted it and the events that followed, some explanation is necessary.

Leo and I go back a long way. It was more than thirty years since we had first met at school. Since then our paths had diverged and come together again more than once. The attraction may have been due to the fact that we both came from ordinary backgrounds and made our way to positions of influence and affluence by sheer hard work. We were lifelong genuine friends, capable of sharing as well as rivalry. Perhaps one story will serve as illustration.

Although Leo is the intellectual, I was bright enough to join him at college. I was also realistic enough to accept that his first class honours degree and my modest second were what our respective abilities merited. To keep pace with Leo I knew I would have to run harder. I was prepared to do that and I have succeeded. However, to return to college days ...

Rugby was our chosen sport. Leo, even then twenty pounds heavier than me, was a back row forward, tough and uncompromising. Full back suited my own flashier nature and, I believed, gave me the edge in impressing the females who watched us play. I was mistaken. Beneath Leo's imposing bulk was innate charm. At parties, I would still be in process of impressing a blonde with long legs legs only to discover that Leo had already departed in the company of some full-bosomed brunette. Our tastes were different. His technique was better.

The crunch came at a ball shortly before we graduated; it gradually dawned on me that Leo and I were both making a play for the same woman. She came from a wealthy family and enjoyed a lifestyle given to few undergraduates. Nowadays she is a titled lady, an apparently respectable (though who really knows?) mother of three, chairwoman of a prominent charity and a campaigner for numerous worthy causes. We were fortunate to encounter her in what was possibly an entirely different phase of her life, so for discretion I will call here Sarah.

In the small hours, when the seriously inebriated were making the rounds in search of yet more champagne, Leo, Sarah and I were sharing a sofa in a secluded corner. Leo and I had been circling our prey all evening, wary of each other, each jealous of any sign of encouragement that seemed not to come our way. Sarah, fully aware of the situation and enjoying it, led us both on with a glance here, a gentle touch there. Now it was time for some conclusion and Sarah delivered it. Sitting up straight and removing my hand from her thigh, she said, "It's boring here, and there are still too many people. Why don't we go back to my place?"

Students in those days either had rooms in college or shared often squalid facilities in the town. Sarah was an exception. She could afford a rented apartment to herself. Moreover, as we discovered, it was above an office suite in the quiet commercial area where few people were about at night. While Sarah rummaged in a handbag for her key I reflected on the complicated ruses that had been necessary to gain access to the beds of most of my earlier conquests - and the equally furtive routines of unseen departure.

There was a pleasantly feminine aura to the premises - a sitting room with all the facilities a student required, television, stereo, bookcase, desk, computer; a bathroom; a kitchen with wine in the fridge. "And through there," said Sarah, concluding a swift guided tour, "is the bedroom where I suggest we make ourselves comfortable."

Leo and I looked at each other. We had been expecting all evening that one or other of us would be granted Sarah's favour and the other would slink away. But that was not at all what she was suggesting. Before either of us could respond, Sarah said, "Look, there's no need to be coy about this. Are we going to fuck or not? And if we are, I take it you have condoms?"

Maybe this was how the upper classes conducted themselves but it was a first for me (and, as he later confessed, for Leo, too). Nevertheless, two horny young men were quick to adjust, Leo rather more swiftly than I. No sooner had I confirmed the availability of condoms than Leo, with the deftness of a magician's sleight of hand, had produced a pack from his pocket.

"First class," said Sarah. "Let's get down to it. What with Finals and everything, I've been without for too long." She was already undressing, easing her ball gown from her shoulders and letting it slide to the floor. Displaying black bra and knickers, suspender belt and stockings, she pirouetted in front of us, pausing first to let us take in a protruding bosom, then turning and bending to show off the curves of her arse tautly covered by flimsy material. She stood and faced us. "Who's going first?" she asked. "Or do you fancy a proper threesome?"

Neither of us was keen on sitting things out while the other piled into Sarah, so a threesome was what evolved. Sarah made impatient comments while the two of us stripped. Then she stepped out of her knickers and stood back to survey the cocks on offer. Perhaps because of the speed with which Leo applied a condom to his stubby but impressively thick weapon, she decided he would have first use of her cont. She invited him to explore her from behind while she knelt across the bed on all fours. At the same time she motioned me to stand in front of her. Unfortunately, I had partially lost erection - something I sometimes experienced while fiddling with a condom. Sarah dealt with that by wrapping her knickers round my shaft and applying a massage so sensuous it almost brought on a disaster there and then. But conscious of the firming effect of her endeavours, she removed the knickers, unrolled the condom over a now jutting cock and applied her mouth.

It would be pleasing to report that what ensued was an energetic hour of innovative sex culminating in carefully controlled orgasms for all three, with Sarah exhausted after receiving the total fulfilment that was her due. The truth is the session was a near fiasco. While Leo and I had enjoyed individually the favours of several women in the past, at that age we were far from being expert lovers and completely unprepared for the excitement generated by our first threesome. This, remember, came after a long evening of carnal expectation during which the tension had been steadily building in our loins. In the circumstances, I suppose it was unsurprising that Sarah's greedy suction was altogether too much for me. Before I could slow her down I found myself ready to explode. Lacking the technique that would have allowed me to hold back, I succumbed. Her groan of disappointment was misinterpreted by Leo as a cry of lust and that provoked an involuntary increase in the pace of his thrusting. Almost immediately after my discharge, he gripped Sarah's hips and, with one last plunge, lost control, too.

Sarah, as furious as she was frustrated, had the vocabulary to give full expression to her feelings. Some of the things she called us make me blush with embarrassment when I remember them all these years later. Getting dressed and slinking away was humiliating in the extreme. On the way back to our rooms Leo and I didn't speak. I often wonder if the events of that evening are remembered equally vividly by Lady S---------, as she now is.

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For a few years after graduation Leo and I kept in touch over occasional dinners, exchanging notes about the respective women we had bedded, or pretended to have bedded. But in time the pressures of earning a living took precedence. From afar - listening to City gossip and reading the financial pages - I followed Leo's spectacular rise. Astutely playing the market during the property boom (enjoying, he later told me, luck he scarcely merited), he moved into the hotel business. By the time he was forty, his nationwide chain was so successful he could have retired. Instead, he spotted the emerging market for fitness clubs and gymnasiums and made himself a second fortune.

Without being immodest, I can say that my own career path enjoyed similar good fortune. Having begun as a copy writer in a small advertising agency, I moved around the industry (as any ambitious young man had to) until I found myself managing the accounts for a number of prestigious brand names. The big break came when the agency was taken over and, such was my reputation by then, I was able to negotiate a lucrative new deal. Three years later, I broke away to set up my own PR and advertising outfit, and have never looked back.

One of my first clients was Leo. The PR manager for his empire was leaving, it suited Leo to outsourcer and he had tracked my progress just as I had followed his. We had lunch and a deal was struck. Our friendship renewed, we met regularly, socially as well as on business matters. I had already been through two marriages (the first having foundered on mutual youth, the second when I discovered too late my wife's inhibiting prudishness); at last I felt contented with Angela who shared my taste for occasional additions to our sexual repertoire. Leo was settled with Trudy. We all four enjoyed each other's company.

The ultimate development came when Leo decided that my services were costing him more than he wanted to pay. It wasn't that he couldn't afford them; he simply had rigourous views about value. Then, after an amicable argument over dinner, Trudy said, "For God's sake, why don't you just pool your interests? Merge."

Of course, it took the lawyers months to justify their hefty fees for making the merger legal but finally it was. A celebratory dinner was convened and it was then that Trudy asked another question - the one that, as I explained at the outset, led to a long silence.

"So that's the business settled," Trudy had said, "but there's more than one kind of merger. How would you folks feel about us all - merging?"

When nobody spoke, Trudy went on, "Or are you so busy making money you've gone off sex?"

There was a lot to think about during that extended pause for contemplation. Trudy had been drinking freely (she later confessed that otherwise she might not have had the courage to take the initiative) but not to the degree that she was unaware. She looked from one to the other of us, taking in Leo as well. Her husband was smiling and nodding. I looked at Angela and wondered. Here was an invitation to an experience we had discussed more or less as a fantasy but had never sought to put into practice. That was when my wife took a deep breath and said, "If I know my man, you can count Geoff in. He certainly hasn't gone off sex." And after a pause while that sank in, she add, ""And neither have I."

Feeling that I should make a contribution, I said rather feebly, "What do you have in mind, Trudy?"

"Good heavens," she exclaimed. "If you want me to spell it out, how about if Leo fucks Angela and you fuck me? And see where we go from there."

My eyes met Angela's. I sensed suppressed excitement. She said, "I think we should try."

"Then that's settled," Trudy announced. "If we're going to be comfortable, I suggest upstairs. One room or two?"

"One. And I'll tell you why." It was Leo's first contribution. "In separate rooms we'll all be wondering how our other half is getting on instead of simply concentrating on enjoying ourselves. Besides, there's watching as well as doing. And maybe later on Trudy and Angela will be inclined to get together."

"One thing at a time, dear," added Trudy. "I was saving that idea for later. Now come along. Upstairs everyone."

While we were making our way to a spacious master bedroom dominated by a king-size four-poster I thought back over the past few minutes and saw clearly that the comments by Trudy and Leo indicated premeditation. They had been fancying an adventure and they had identified us as potential partners. At the same time, remembering the past, I hoped this foursome would be more successful than that long-ago threesome with the ineffable Sarah.

This was the point where embarrassment could easily have arisen. How to begin? So far we had been Roland along by Trudy's matter-of-fact approach but now, with an instinctive assessment of the situation, our hostess changed the mood. She moved behind Angela. Reaching round to cup my wife's breasts, she said softly, "I know Leo can hardly wait to get his hand up you skirt, but don't worry, he'll be good with you. Even after all these years I still think he's as good a fuck as anyone could want." She surrendered Angela to Leo and crossed to where I was standing, still somewhat uncertain. "But for now I want to get my mouth on Geoff's cock."  Her hand caressed the bulge that had developed. "Feels good to me. But I need to see the goods."


So saying, she opened my zip and made me step out of my trousers and boxer shorts. "You can deal with the rest," she said, "I'm going to look after this." Even as I began to unfasten my tie, Trudy had knelt at my feet and engulfed my cock in her mouth. Her ability to take in the full length in one swallow at the outset was astonishing. Startled, I recalled the disaster with Sarah. This was no time to falter in that way. I interrupted my disrobing to put my hands on the top of Trudy's head and take charge. Happy as I was for this fifty-five-year-old woman to exercise her wiles on my cock, I intended to have some influence on the operation. Carefully, I rocked her head back and forward until she understood and allowed me to fuck her mouth in my own time. Her contribution was an infinitely subtle variation of suction and titillation, sometimes with her lips, sometimes with the tip of her tongue as I neared full withdrawal, sometimes with voracious adhesion of her palate. Once she understood that there was no longer any danger of a premature accident, she used a hand to caress my balls. Then her other hand crept up my inside leg and round the back to insert a finger a small way into my arsehole. Any assessment of Leo's prowess was obviously matched by his wife's.

Leo, meanwhile, had made a start with Angela. As I dropped the last of my garments to the floor and stood naked, joined at the groin to Trudy's voluptuous mouth, I looked across to my wife. She had been positioned face down across the arm of a chair before a large mirror. Leo had lifted her skirt and was purring at the sight thus revealed: a temptingly-rounded arse that stretched the silk material of her black knickers. His hand caressed the area of white flesh between the knickers and the top of her black stockings. I heard him say, "Can you go wider, please?"

Angela parted her legs a few inches more, supporting herself with her arms on the chair and her toes on the carpet. Leo stood back for a few moments to enjoy the view. "Wonderful," he said. He looked across to me and added, "Geoff, you're a lucky man. This is a gorgeous bottom. Has it ever been fucked?"

"Only by me. And not often. She needs to be very aroused."

"Fair enough." And then to Angela, "Don't worry, dear. Nothing will happen unless you want it. Any time you want to stop, you only have to say."

In the mirror I saw my wife turn her head towards Leo and nod in approval. "I'm all right. Please go on." I could imagine how wet her cont would be already. She delighted in foreplay and was quick to lubricate. Although Angela was not really a submissive she liked me to be firm in my demands and I guessed she would be the same in this new situation. 

Leo had unzipped himself in order to extract his cock, the broad member I remembered from the night with Sarah. The girth didn't disturb me. Although my own cock is more notable for being a little above average in length, I knew that, fully prepared, she would be able to accommodate him. Not only able, eager. She had sometimes shown more than passing interest in a similar cock when we were watching a video at home. Now Leo was slowly stroking his while he admired the protruding buttocks through the black fabric. Eventually, he moved in again to fondle the cheeks. It was an action I frequently enjoyed myself and seeing it administered by another man made me redouble my efforts with Trudy, confident of being able to increase my speed and of her ability to respond. Across the room, Leo's fingers slid inside the leg of Angela's knickers, searching for the wetness of her cunt. She gave a loud sigh of pleasure.

Trudy's knack of realising when her attentions were taking me too close to the edge was remarkable. I was about to ease her off for a short while when she she pre-empted me. My dick slipped from between her lips and she stood up. "I always thought Leo could take plenty of that," she said, "but you did pretty well. I must say I was very tempted to take what you had to offer, but let's not spoil things. There'll be time for that." I wondered what she had in mind, but she went on, "My turn now. But first, let me get out of this dress." When she lifted it over her head, she was naked underneath, further confirmation of my growing certainty that this evening had been at least hopefully anticipated if not confidently expected.

"And very appetising you look, too," I said, standing back to inspect her as she flexed her arms behind her back. It was no merely tactful compliment: for a woman into her fifties, Trudy was remarkably well preserved. A slight tendency to chubbiness was acceptable, given the round, fleshy tits which her posture thrust into prominence. There was no hint of sagging. The nipples, pink and pointed, were already firm. 

With one hand gently maintaining the readiness of my cock, I led her to bed and asked her to stretch out on her back. I knelt over her and set to work on her tits, licking, nibbling and sucking. For a while Trudy gurgled her appreciation. Then she spoke to Leo, beginning a kind of commentary by which they each kept the other informed of what they were experiencing. "My darling," she said, "Geoff is as good as I hoped he would be. He's all over my tits with his mouth. And now I'm going to get him to go down on me. Try not to get too carried away and forget to watch us."

The only reply from Leo at that point was a loud grunt, which led me to wonder how much progress he had already made with Angela. It was the kind of sound that comes from a man who has just sunk his cock into a receptive orifice, but I was in no position to get a glimpse of how my wife was being serviced. Trudy's hands were on the back of my head, pressing it between her thighs. Once satisfied that I would do what she needed, she released one hand and used her fingers to open her labia to my tongue. The first taste was nectar, tangy cont juice from a deep well of desire. From somewhere above I heard Trudy exclaim, "Oh, yes please!"

Again my mind flashed back to the shortcomings of our adventure with Sarah. I recalled later escapades that gave me passing thrills. I thought of conventional sex and unsatisfactory sex with my former wives. I remembered with gratitude the generosity with which these days Angela offered me total access to her body. But still I wondered how I had allowed so many wasted years to pass before discovering the thrills unfolding here.

My musings while alternately lapping at the outer folds and probing the inner recesses were interrupted by Trudy's voice. "Geoff, dear. I'm ready for my first one. Direct your tongue a little lower, and I'll do the rest with my fingers."

She raised her knees and widened her legs, raising her bottom slightly from the bed. I saw her middle finger alight on her distended clitoris and begin to rub lightly. The contribution I was expected to make was clear, and I applied myself to it with enthusiasm. 




The Merger



"Oh my God, Leo," Trudy cried, "I'm going to come. Geoff is tonguing my arseholejust like you do. Come on, Geoff, help me. Keep going."

I found it hard to believe that this uncontrollable lust was coming from a woman I had regarded for many years as the well-groomed, quiet wife of my good friend, never having given more than a passing thought to any possible sexual side to her personality. Even today, after many more nights of uninhibited sex with them both, that astonishing revelatory introduction is an indelible memory. I can still so easily conjure up the recollection of the moment when Trudy's hand suddenly clamped on her mound and her legs closed in involuntary reflex at the moment of orgasm, a shudder seeming to travel from her groin throughout her body. While she lay gasping, I remained still, my tongue lightly lapping her anal sphincter to complement the afterglow of slow descent from the peak of her climax.

When someone spoke it was not Trudy but Leo. "Well, well. He certainly pressed all the right buttons for you there, didn't he? It's a long time since I've known you come like that."

"For sure," she replied. "But how about Angela - I hope you haven't been neglecting her while you were watching us." I took this as my cue to lift my head from beneath the bottom I had been stimulating. Undetected by me while I was applying myself to Trudy's demands, Leo and Angela had joined us on the bed. Leo was naked. Angela's black knickers and bra had been removed; only the stockings remained. She smiled reassuringly at me and then directed her gaze so that I should be aware of Leo's hand moving almost imperceptibly between her legs. My impression was that she, too, was recovering her composure after some kind of climactic activity.

Confirmation came from Leo. "Actually, we've been doing both. Angela was completely turned on by what you and Geoff were doing so it took only a small contribution from me to get her where you were going. Only being more ladylike, she wasn't as noisy as you and you probably missed it. But take it from me, this is one very sexy woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. Geoff must have trained her well."

"That's good - because if I remember aright, when we were downstairs you suggested that Angela and I might have - well, mutual interests." Trudy looked not at Angela but at me, and I wasn't sure. Angela once told me that before she met me she had had a single experience with another woman and enjoyed it. But for some unknown reason it had never been repeated. Now she was being offered the opportunity to try again - but with two men looking on.

While I hesitated, Leo took the initiative. "Let me make you comfortable," he said, easing my wife on to her back and placing a pillow under her head. From a bedside chair, he took a cushion and slid it under her bottom. Then he parted her legs and slid two fingers into her cunt. When he withdrew them, he held them to his wife's lips. "Taste this and I guarantee you will want more. I did."

Throughout this Angela was passive. I guessed she was nervous but sufficiently aroused not to be able to stop. Trudy, probably reaching the same conclusion, moved swiftly to take advantage of the unspoken invitation of Angela's open legs. With the first touch of her lips to the already well-prepared clitoris I knew that Angela was beyond resistance, a more than willing participant. Her hands came to her breasts and began to twist the nipples, darker and smaller than Trudy's but pertly erect. This was a technique she invariably employed when her libido was high, although when her mind is fully concentrated between her legs I have come to the conclusion that it is a subconscious act. As it was now.

It's often said that only a woman knows intuitively how to please another woman, and this seemed to bear it out. While Leo and I sat on opposite sides of the bed fondling our cocks in anticipation of joining in again at some later stage, Trudy went through her full repertoire. From the outset Angela made no attempt to conceal her response - afterwards, she told me she had been unable to and, oblivious of Leo and me leaning forward for a closer view, had no desire to. Writhing and contorting her body, my wife kept thrusting upward from the cushion under her arse, forcing her cunt harder and harder against Trudy's lascivious mouth. Angela's moans were echoed by Trudy's as the older woman worked her magic, clutching Angela's buttocks with both hands when they lifted from the cushion. It couldn't last long and it didn't: Angela was on heat before Trudy began. In a short while her hands came free from her breasts to clutch the sheet at her side and with one final upward lunge she emitted a huge, gulping sigh and fell back. For perhaps a minute or more she lay there, her breasts heaving, gasping for breath. i have known her to have intensive orgasms of that nature before and since but only in very special circumstances.

We were all aware that something extraordinary had occurred, something so erotic that, far from being drained, we had been lifted to a new level of sexual energy. Surprisingly, it was Angela herself who broke the silence. "Trudy, that was simply awesome. I don't know how to thank you." She paused, looking down at the partner who had served her so expertly. "Or perhaps I do. Shouldn't it be your turn now?"

"That would be nice but perhaps another time. I don't think we should leave the men out of this. They need to fuck. If it's all right with you, I'll take Geoff and Leo will see to you."

Nothing more needed to be said. Leo nodded to me and we moved to our respective women. My friend immediately went down on my wife, intent on tasting the residue of the secretions generated by Trudy. She, meanwhile, gave my cock a few testing strokes, pronounced herself satisfied and turned on to all fours. I knelt behind her and held my knob against her cunt opening. "It's all right,| she said, "Just push. I'm plenty wet enough from all that excitement." I did and found she was right. Hot, slippery flesh closed round my shaft. A tingle instantly arose in my knob. I found that within seconds I was fucking almost demoniacally, possessed with an unstoppable urge to ram my dick further and further, harder and harder, into a cunt I knew had most of forty years on the clock but was none the worse for it. Her cint muscles were toned and she gripped me with them to ensure maximum friction. Whatever phenomenal skill she had wrought on Angela with her mouth, she now matched on my cock with her greedy cunt.

At our side, Leo and Angela, too, had begun to fuck. They were in missionary position which Angela likes when she is ready to finish off. As usual, her legs were locked round her man's back and she was matching his tempo thrust for thrust, absorbing his penetration, then riding his withdrawal. Her face was flushed and she bit her lip as she concentrated deeply on their joint endeavours. I noted a little gleam of surprise and acknowledgement in her eyes when Leo lifted her feet on to his shoulders without missing a stroke. Now he could enter her to the greatest possible depth while at the same time there would be friction against her clit. It did the trick and this time she cried out as she came, clinging on to Leo so as to allow him to keep pumping he, too, was fulfilled. 

Trudy, knowing that I had seen everything as it happened, urged me on. "Come on, then, Geoff, show Angela how well you can fuck another woman. Fuck me hard. Fuck me!" She screamed as she came but instantly reached down to pull out my cock and let it shoot cum all over her stomach. Leo tenderly rubbed it in.

I thought that would be the end for the night, but Leo had not forgotten a question he had asked much earlier. Would Angela take anal? She drew mt one side and whispered that she was afraid of Leo's girth but she didn't want to disappoint him after such a wonderful occasion. Perhaps if she and I ...?

And so the evening finished like this. Leo kneeling at the head of the bed, his now re-energised cock in Trudy's mouth. Trudy on her back with her legs wide apart and knees raised. Angela on her knees with her mouth active on Trudy's cunt. And me standing behind Angela ploughing my cock slowly to and fro in her lubricated arsehole. The women both orgasmed again. And the spunk flowed copiously.

In the unlikely event that the Lady S---------- should ever read this, I hope she will appreciate how far Leo and I have come since our lamentable failure with her. 



The Merger



The venerable Barclay's Lighting Inc. was about to enter into a merger with their long time rivals, Lucifer Inc. Sam Barclay, the sixth in a long line of tough, savvy Barclay chairmen had resisted the merger for years, but had finally come to believe that one massive company would dominate the worldwide industry. All the press releases glowed with positive news of how both companies would grow and prosper under combined management - how industry titans Sam Barclay and Gary Jackman would share responsibilities equally. Of course, in business nothing happens as one expects it will.

The Barclays were an extremely respected and privileged family, with a fantastic home in the suburbs, two Mercedes, and their country "cottage" that was more like a ranch. Sam Barclay's only daughter, Victoria, was a much envied girl of 19. Privately-schooled, athletic and highly intelligent, she had the looks to make men weak and her girlfriends question their sexual orientation. Blond, tall, with long sexy legs, shapely ass, smooth, toned belly, and perfect, 34C breasts that she was particularly proud of. 

Victoria was famously close to her father. She admired his intelligence, his business savvy, and, more than anything else, his power. But secretly, she was more than a loving, admiring daughter. She recognized that there was something between them - an energy that could only be described as sexual. Her mother ignored it, pretending it was a phase. Her father, affected by it, did his best to suppress the feelings that stirred within him. Victoria on the other hand, did her utmost to satisfy her needs. She wasn't a virgin - she had slept with two lucky boys on a school trip to Paris when she was just 18. From the beginning she had loved oral sex, relishing the idea of being on her knees in front of a boy, but maintaining complete control over the sexual act at the same time (at least that had been her experience). But they were only boys, and she couldn't seem to get her father's image out of her mind when she was aroused. Horny as hell, and frustrated by the lack of sexual satisfaction, she kept herself in top form, exercising daily to keep her luscious body in perfect condition. She bought clothes to accentuate her looks - sheer, thong panties, fitted t-shirts, short skirts, tight, low-rider jeans and sexy shoes and sandals that showed off her legs. She would walk around the house barely dressed each morning, knowing the effect it had on him. She kissed her father whenever remotely appropriate, sometimes "accidentally" on the mouth. She cruelly sat in his lap whenever possible, enjoying both his discomfort and the hardness that developed there within seconds. The resulting family dynamic was complex to say the least, with Victoria slyly seducing her father, her delusional mother turning a blind eye, and Sam Barclay doing a lot of jerking off in the shower, trying not to think about his undeniably sexy daughter in that way. For godsake, he had a multinational corporation to run.

Success in the family business meant that Victoria was expected to take over the reins someday. To this end, Sam encouraged Victoria to be with him constantly from the time she was a little girl. Sam's goal was to raise her to take over the corporation at some point, and so he kept her up to speed on all the ins and outs of his dealmaking. Victoria was a quick study, and learned quickly how to recognize weakness in an opponent and capitalize on it. "Show no mercy," he taught her. 

Victoria had shared in her father's excitement about the merger, but as the date drew near, she noticed a distinct change in her father's attitude towards the upcoming marriage of the two giant corporations. Sam Barclay's optimism had vanished. In fact, there seemed to be a sort of mood of panic about her father, something Victoria had never witnessed before. She asked her father about it, but he refused to discuss it. As the merger date approached, he began to withdraw. He seemed tired, even...weak.


The merger date came. That night, Sam Barclay arrived home, uncharacteristically drunk. It was clear that something had happened. 

Victoria decided to visit her father at work the next day after the merger was completed. As usual, she pulled up to the front door of the main office in her yellow VW Beetle, dropped her keys at the security desk and breezed into the executive suites. She was well aware of the admiring looks she got from the male staff, watching her perfect, tight ass in her $300 jeans as she strolled down the gleaming floors of the executive office hallway. Outside the Chairman's door, her dad's secretary Janet (who was of course gorgeous, late 20's and very sexy) was on the phone. Victoria had to admit to herself that if she had ever thought about being with a woman, somehow Janet had snuck into the fantasy. She was jealous of the way Janet interacted with her father and skillfully protected him from unwanted calls and visitors. She was fascinated at the subtle flirtation, and the unspoken communication that went on between them. There was a real trust there.

But this time, something seemed wrong.

"Your dad has moved offices."

"What do you mean? How come you are still here then?

"Mr. Jackman is now using this office. And I am working for Mr Jackman now."

Victoria processed this, trying to figure out what had gone on. She looked at Janet closely. She seemed different. A professional edge. Harder.

"Where is my dad?"

"Down the hall, next to the board room"

Janet went back to her telephone conversation, dismissing Victoria. Victoria was pissed off. Who did she think she was? Had she forgotten that her father was Chairman of the company? Or at least co-chair....

She wandered down the hall towards her dad's new office, expecting it to be similar to his former office. To her utter amazement, she saw her dad moving cardboard boxes into a small office between the boardroom and the ladies restroom.

"What's going on Dad?" she said, upset.

He looked up suddenly at her - caught in the act of manual labour. 

"Vickie, honey! I wasn't expecting you. I'm just moving into.. uh.. my new office." His face was reddening.

What about Janet? Isn't she working for you anymore? 

"Ah, no. Janet is working for Mr. Jackman."

"Mr Jackman?" 

Victoria was stunned that her father was referring to him by his surname. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her father had never before addressed anyone in his own company as Mister or Mrs. anything.

"Cant you get someone to help you dad? Jesus. It seems so.... degrading for you to be moving your own shit."

"Look Vicky. This company is going through a tough patch. We all have to pull our own weight. I have to set an example."

"Yeah sure dad, whatever."

"By the way honey, there's something I have to talk to you about." He motioned for her to come into his office, and closed the door behind her.

That's the point that her life changed. That was the point that she learned about the deal with Jackman. The fine points of the agreement that were settled in the final heady last few days before the merger. 

-

When the details of the so-called merger came out, the news spread pretty quickly. What had been advertised as a merger was in fact a hostile takeover. Victoria's father was apparently lucky to still have a job in the new, powerful firm. His responsibilities had been reduced to nothing. He was merely a redundant figurehead in the new company. The fine details that allowed Victoria's father to maintain a position on the board, and a salary, and some degree of dignity in what had actually been a total outright hostile takeover of his company. 

Clearly, her father had given up a lot. There had been major sacrifices made in working conditions, perks, responsibilities, decision-making powers. But one of the deal points was very, very personal. It involved Victoria's father giving Jackman access to the most precious thing in his life. His 19 year old daughter.

Her father explained to Victoria what he had committed her to. It involved her reporting to work at Jackman's office each day after school, and doing personal "assistance" work for him. He explained that ultimately it would be good work experience, and would help to prepare her for college. He told her that it was important to the family, that it was part of the deal, that there was no way to avoid it. He told her to make the most of it. And something in his eyes told her not to fuck it up. It was a desperate plea. It struck her that her father's welfare and her family's lifestyle was dependant on her keeping Mr. Jackman very happy. He told her that she was going to have to meet Jackman and start when he needed her - probably immediately. His words echoed in her head: "you will do it, Vickie, whatever Mr. Jackman says. Either you make this work, or no more riding, no more summers in Cape Cod, no more trips for you and your friends to Europe." Then he broke down. He literally started sobbing. He turned away from her ashamed. And she was sickened by the sight of it.

Her face beet red, she walked out and left her father alone to get his shit together. She decided she introduce herself to this "Jackman" on the way out. Better to face the enemy than hide. Janet was at her desk, on the phone as usual. Victoria at first stood patiently by her desk, but when she didn't get any attention, she sat down. Janet barely looked up at her. For some reason, Victoria felt suddenly unimportant. It occurred to her that she no longer represented anything special to Janet. She was no longer the boss's daughter. She was just another employee at the company, and someone who suddenly ranked below Janet. It made Victoria uncomfortable. 

While Janet spoke calmly and professionally into her tiny headset microphone she looked Victoria over. Her eyes took Victoria in coolly, lingering for more than a brief moment on her tight t-shirt. Victoria blushed. Finally she ended the call.

"You spoke to your father about the arrangement?"

Victoria nodded.

"Good. Mr. Jackman is on the phone right now, but I'm to show you in."

Janet got up and motioned for Victoria to follow her. She opened the large, familiar oak door to her father's old office, and proceeded inside. Victoria entered, and stood waiting near the large leather chair opposite Jackman's desk. The desk itself was oversized and perfectly neat. A phone, two pens, a pad of paper, a laptop computer. And Jackman turned to the window, on a wireless headset, speaking forcefully to some poor minion on the other end. She sat down in the chair, demurely crossing her legs.

"I don't care about that, you dumb piece of shit. You shouldn't care about that. Make it happen goddamit and prove that you still deserve to be a part of this company. 

He spun around on his chair. He took her in as he continued his rant. She was taken aback by his masculine good looks. Dark, slightly greying hair, chiseled features, fit, athletic frame. His piercing blue eyes traveled over body, starting with her legs and moving up over her belly, lingering shamelessly on her breasts, to her face. Victoria was reddening, and off-balance. Despite her negative feelings towards this man, her under attended sex began to tingle and moisten. The confidence and power of this man was unmistakable. He continued berating the unfortunate underling.

"Don't bother me with things like this in the future. Godammit, they told me that you knew what you were doing. Take care of this stuff yourself. Get back to me when it's done, Barclay." He pressed the release button on the phone.

Barclay? Jesus, she thought. He was talking to my father like that. The revelation sent a jolt through her system. The anguish that she felt in hearing her father abused by another man that way made her stomach lurch, sending a spark of electricity downwards to her now fully aroused clitoris and engorged pussy. She swallowed.

"Miss Barclay. Nice to meet you finally. Janet has told me a great deal about you."

Victoria squirmed uncomfortably, not sure how to react to this man who she despised but had been told to respect - a man she loathed but to whom she felt an unmistakable attraction. What had Janet told him? 

"Stand up," he commanded. "Let me take a better look at you."

END OF PART I