4 comments/ 102703 views/ 7 favorites Careful What You're Dreaming By: leann511 I have quite a bit of time on my hands. I have not held a job since I was fresh out of college. The man I married did so well in his career that I opted to stay home and raise our children. I have no regrets about that choice since my two boys have turned out very well. The youngest is a successful lawyer, recently made a partner and placed in charge of the Appeals Division of his firm. The older son went into computers after graduation but ended up moving to England after a massive retrenchment by the company he worked for. Who knows how they would have turned out if they'd been latch key kids? What I do regret is the man I married. He recently went through a midlife crisis he resolved by running off with one of his secretaries. I don't know how he decided which one, perhaps he tossed a coin. My older son in England has been after me to visit him and my younger son has offered to pay the round trip air fare so I've decided to accept their offers and see a little bit of the world, especially since I have very little else to do and my lawyer son can easily afford it. A friend told me that I can get a passport photo a lot cheaper at a drugstore than at the regular passport photo places and I have a very frugal nature, possibly as a result of my Scots heritage so I entered the drug store at the closest shopping center and this delightful young girl was very helpful in explaining the procedures to me and offered a lot of very good advice since she had apparently done some traveling While I was waiting for her to go through all the steps to get my passport finished, I noticed a lady come in and browse around the pain relief section of the store. She did not appear to be in any particular hurry until she finally decided on a brand of headache medicine and approached the check out stand. She huffed around a while and then said to the young lady who was helping me, "Excuse me but could you ring up this purchase? I am in quite a hurry." I could tell the young clerk was embarrassed by the woman's rude behavior but she replied with admirable patience, "as soon as I finish with this customer I'll be right with you." The woman literally exploded in her exasperation and went screaming for the manager. I saw a trace of worry in the young girl's face as she looked at me; apparently the store had no established procedures to cover this situation. Soon the irate lady returned with the mild little store manager in tow but she didn't complain about what had actually occurred. No, she was busy berating the manager for allowing his salespeople to come to work dressed in such outrageous attire. Her shorts were too little and too tight and she obviously was not wearing any sort of undergarment under her loosely hanging top. "Decent people will not patronize a store where the employees are allowed to come to work nearly naked." The woman fumed, apparently intent upon causing trouble for the young girl in however manner she could while completely ignoring the severe time constraints she had previously claimed to be under. The store manager was in a quandary trying to decide what to do. I don't understand how businesses are run today. If the store had a dress code, the girl was either within the code or not and if she was not, that should have been decided at the beginning of her shift. If the store had no dress code, the girl could not be accountable for violating a rule that did not exist. "Excuse me, Sir," I said to the manager, "but this woman came in here and dawdled around for some time choosing a headache product and then came to the counter demanding that this girl drop what she was doing and wait on her first. This girl behaved in a very professional manner and I'm sure in accordance with your established procedures and politely replied that she would be right with her as soon as she finished with me. That's what the old biddy is upset about and this complaint has nothing to do with her clothes." "Well, I never... " said the woman and promptly left the store with her intended purchase still on the counter. The manager thanked me for my intervention and went back to whatever store managers do after a crisis is resolved. The girl thanked me with honest feeling after he left. She finished up cutting and pasting my photo and even included some extra copies. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked with such innocent candor that I was stricken with a strange feeling, almost a sensuous feeling. "Perhaps you can help me find some sort of carry on bag for the plane. I'm not sure I have anything suitable." I had to think of something to keep her from ushering me out the door with the unaccustomed feelings raging inside me. She pointed to one of the upper shelves and said, "We have these camera cases that might be ideal." She placed one of her trim and gorgeous legs on the counter under the shelves in order to reach the cases and when I saw the way her ass filled out her shorts, I immediately decided that I really needed to take a look at one of those camera cases. The bottom of one of her provocative ass cheeks was almost visible the way her shorts rode up when she lifted her slender leg. The well toned muscles in her gorgeous thighs were driving me to distraction and I was having a difficult time remembering how to breathe. She posed so prettily for me that I fervently wished I had a camera to record the beauty I was absorbing like Texas black land soil welcomes the rain. My enthralled vision moved up her beautiful back bared up to the single tie at her shoulders that held the top in place. Her obviously unfettered breast stood in profile and thrust forward in a heartbreaking curve that caused my cunt to seep in moisture. Suddenly I was awash in memories of many young girls I knew in college and the naughty things we did to one another in that exploratory time in our lives when we reached out and tried to encompass what life had to offer. I was tinged with regret that I had not been even more open and pursued more of the opportunities I had when I was young. I found some solace in the certainty that if I had chased after every sexy set of tits that I saw in college, I would never have married my husband and would never have known the joy of my two fine sons. I probably would not even be going to England and would not have needed the passport photo that had caused me to be exposed to this delectable vision of loveliness. Her cheerful face soon dissolved into a look of complexity. "Do you want to see the camera case?" "Oh, yes, I'm sorry I must have drifted off. You know they say the mind is the first thing to go but that's really not true. And I suppose I will need one of those cases, can you get it down?" "If you come around the counter and help me. What is the first thing to go?" I eagerly swung around the counter and stood as close to her as I could. "You're much too young for me to be talking about it." "I'm older than I look, a lot older." I very nearly lost control of myself when she reached over to lean on my shoulder as she swung up on her knee onto the counter under the shelves. "So you mean by a lot that you might be twenty six and look twenty?" "Well I 'm not quite twenty six but most people think I'm eighteen. Anyway, if it's about sex, I'm definitely old enough and I could probably tell you a few things you don't know." With both hands up to lift the case, she said, "Grab a hold, I'm about to fall." My hands went up to grab her and landed, by accident or design, right on the fullest and softest part of her round behind. She just stayed there with me holding her, neither trying to get up or climb down, as though she didn't object in the least to the way I was touching her. She confirmed this by saying, "I'll give you just an hour and a half to get your hands completely off my ass." Not knowing what else to do, I giggled like a second grader. "So you could tell me a few things about sex?" I asked as I slowly helped her back to the floor. My hands brushed against the bare part of her lower back and I felt a sensual thrill I haven't experienced in many years. When she bent over to get a large sack for the case, it was all I could do to keep from humping against her blue jeaned behind. "I'm sure there are lots of things I don't know. I'm sure I don't know what young girls like you do for fun after they get off work." I was shocked myself by the question that seemed to have just erupted spontaneously from somewhere deep inside my mind or maybe it came from my hands still tingling from holding her delicious ass . "We do lots of things. Why, are you asking me out on a date?" She said, looking directly into my face to study my reaction. "I definitely am. What time do you get off work?" I went for it despite feeling very foolish for even imagining such a thing, "I didn't say I would. I've had dates with girls before but never with an older woman. What would you want to do?" "That's what I'm trying to find out, what you do for fun." "What kind of car do you drive?" "A Mustang right now but I can change it this afternoon if you have a strong preference." "There's no need for you to play so hard to get. I've already decided I owe you something for saving me from that velociraptor that came in here looking for some fresh blood." "I was just a casual observer." "Yeah, well a lot of people are casual observers who remain very casual when it comes to confrontations to help somebody." "I was afraid they'd make you go home and put on a Mother Hubbard dress and I couldn't look at your nice tushy in those sexy shorts." "So that's why you wanted me to turn around and reach up for the camera case, huh? You have no intention of buying it." "Oh, yes, I do need it. I want to buy it." "You don't have to." "What do they give you a reverse commission for saving befuddled old ladies from making extravagant purchases? What a nice concept for a retail store. It's been tried by others but they only stayed in business for a few hours." "Oh, all right, buy the damn thing!" she laughed, "and I was going to ask you what color your car was but I'm afraid you'd have it down to the body shop for a new paint job if I didn't react with the proper enthusiasm." "It's a yellow convertible and I'd love to see what it looked like with your long mane flowing out over the back seat." "My shift ends at six," she said thoughtfully as she punched in the numbers to ring up my purchases and process my credit card. "I'll see you then," I said as she handed me the sack. My hand touched her hand briefly, but enough to awaken feelings I'm not sure I ever experienced before. "You do want me to come by? You know you don't really owe me anything." I guess I was grasping for reassurance. "I'll see you at six. Now be a good girl and go, before I get fired for spending so much time with you." I left the store, passport and camera bag in hand but I'm not sure my feet ever touched the ground. I was so excited; it was like the most far-fetched fairy tale that could be imagined. Why would she do that, go out with a woman twice her age? I had no notion what I was going to do, what girls did together. That's when the panic struck. I had just rushed into this thing without thinking. I wish I had someone to talk to. Do they have emergency counseling services for doddering old fools who jump into alternative life styles at my age? Maybe it wasn't even an alternative life style. Maybe she was just being friendly to a woman she felt like had helped her out of a little jam. My goodness, what was I going to do? How was I going to act? What if I touched her and she reacted like I was crazy? I don't know how I got through the rest of the afternoon. I somehow managed not to have my car painted or to trade it in. I searched through every closet trying to decide what I should wear. I was so keyed up I jumped at every sudden sound. My telephone rang and I was hanging on to the ceiling by my fingernails and toenails. It was just another telephone solicitor, like three fourths of the calls I receive. Who pays for all that and what do they get from it? Surely nobody buys anything because of a randomly selected phone call. I did get through it. I was sitting in my car dressed in the best clothes I owned and also the sexiest, waiting for her outside the store. My heart fluttered every time the door opened, and finally surged when I recognized her in her tie-died looking top, her short blue jean shorts, and her sandals with the mind-numbing straps wound around her magnificent calves. I tapped the horn and she looked over with the most radiant smile I'd ever seen, maybe she was glad that I was there. I survived another few attacks of panic as she walked over and climbed into my car. She greeted me and leaned back against the seat, spreading her thighs wide despite my arrested vision. I could not tear my eyes away. She even rested her hand palm down on the inside of one of her full, gorgeous thighs. "Where do you want to go?" I managed to croak through my suddenly malfunctioning throat. "You're dressed so nice we better go by my place so I can change, don't you think?" "My name is Shirley," I said, realizing I'd never introduced myself. "I'm so glad to know you," she replied with such casual ease that I was almost able to relax a little. "I am Diana and you need to get out on 635 and get on the northbound." She continued to give directions in plenty of time for me to move into the proper lane and make the appropriate turns. We drove through hundreds of acres of apartment complexes. I would never be able to find her particular complex again. When I found a place to park and we walked through a winding route to her building, I had no idea how I would ever even find my car again without her aid. I followed her up some outside stairs into and down a corridor and suddenly she stopped in front of her apartment door and handed me her key. I felt rather strange taking the key and unlocking the door. It was as though she was defining roles and I was barely aware that we were in a play, I certainly didn't know I was cast in the male lead. "Do you live here alone," I asked, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt. "Not hardly," she replied, "no one can afford Dallas housing on a single income, unless they're a CEO or something. I have two roommates and they are sort of a couple but I join in sometimes when they're in the mood to share." A hot flash suddenly ran up my spine as I realized I was in very uncertain waters. I had never even been around people who talked that frankly about such intimate details of their lives. "You mean you... " "I suck their pussies or their strap-ons, depending on the mood we're in and they suck mine. What did you think girls living together did?" I thought about how long and how ardently I had worked to get my husband to do down on me the first time and how long I waited for the second and last time, yet these girls did it to each other just because they happen to be in the mood. "I guess I've never had much reason to think about it. Are we going to....?" "We don't need to develop an itinerary, we're just going to chill and see what happens. I don't know how the others will react to you. None of us has ever brought home someone like you before." By that time we were in the living room and I was clutching my purse like a tourist. Diana was releasing the tie at her back and letting her top slide off her shoulders as she left the living room to enter her bedroom. I didn't know if I was supposed to follow her any further or not. "There's a bar there by the television. Fix yourself something to drink and make me a scotch and water," she hollered to me. At least she was telling me what to do. I was so confused like I was inching along in a wading pool and suddenly stepped off a steep drop off. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could; I dreaded the thought of confronting her roommates who I was by now imagining them to be depraved perverts. I probably would have fled if I had any notion that I could ever find my car. Then the rattle of the front door and a young, attractive girl walked in and stopped abruptly when she saw me at the bar. "Hello," she said. "I didn't know we had company or I would have at least combed my hair a little bit." She smiled at me like there was nothing strange about me being there. "Hi," I said, "I'm Shirley. I just met Diana today." "I'm Beth. Are you fixing drinks? I could use a gin and tonic right now." Her casual, friendly attitude helped put me at ease. I fixed Diana and her and a drink made one for myself as I managed to calm down considerably. I may have been among strangers and knowing nothing about how to act but at least they didn't seem to be a pack of predatory sharks. They were just normal people. Another young girl came in about the time Diana emerged from her bedroom and we were introduced. Her name was Alice and she was a little larger than the others. Not fat, she just had a larger frame and she was decidedly more masculine in her manner. She fixed her own drink and plopped down on the couch beside Beth, crossing her ankle over her knee, the way a man does. She was a bit less cordial, more stand-offish, and more intimidating that Diana or Beth. Diana had changed into another set of shorts but they must have been considerably altered because the legs were cut up to the middle of her hips with just a thin strip of cloth, the seam actually, running between her thighs. I gasped when I saw her from the rear. The shorts were cut up to the middle of her asscheeks and a good portion of each buttock was struggling to emerge from the bottom. My asshole clenched spasmodically at the sight, especially when she bent over to refresh her drink. Her top was a strapless strip of cloth that just inadvertently covered her tits. I was becoming somewhat delirious. "What are we going to do about groceries?" Alice inquired during the first lull in the conversation as Diana finished explaining the circumstances of our meeting. "Why don't we just order something delivered?" Beth suggested. "Chinese or pizza," Diana asked as she picked up the phone, apparently the vote had been tabulated in her head. "Let Shirley decide." Beth conceded. "She's company." "I'd prefer pepperoni." I said because I didn't care much for Chinese food. I wonder if any Mexican places do deliveries. "I'm going to get out of these work clothes while we're waiting," Beth announced. "Sounds like a good idea," Alice agreed and went with her. I suppose they shared the other bedroom. "Do you want to wait in my room?" Diana asked me. I struggled with the decision for about three seconds and rose to my feet in answer and followed her into her bedroom. There were no chairs so I perched on the edge of her bed. She came over and stood in front of me, very close, very seductively, very conducive to whatever crossed my mind. I reached around her and my hands once again enclosed her asscheeks, this time all but bare. The contact with her ass radiated massive waves of erotic thrills throughout my body as I rubbed her firm butt. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face into her bare midriff. My tongue erupted from my mouth and began laving her smooth, toned stomach while flashes of intense arousal inundated my passion racked body. Diana reached under my chin and undid the button if her shorts. The zipper lowered itself from the pressure of the tightness of her pants. Pressure on the top of my head indicated she wanted my mouth lower. I followed our instincts until my mouth was on her hairless pubes. God, I had no idea people could be subjected to such intense emotions and somehow manage to survive the sensations. Between the two of us her pants were gradually worked down to mid thigh and I was able to get my mouth on her puffy, girlish lips, My tongue thrust rapaciously in and out of her pussy and I gathered her clit into my mouth and sucked with all the fervor and gratitude that I felt to be so close to her. She spread her thighs as far as the shorts would permit and her hips thrust forward and back, grinding her cunt into my my eager mouth. I could have sucked on her until doomsday but she suddenly stepped back and shoved her shorts to her ankles. One foot stepped out of them and she planted it on the bed and pushed her pussy again into my face, screaming, "Suck it, suck it, you nasty slut!" Careful What You're Dreaming Ch. 02 Shirley narrator Diana salesgirl Beth Diana's femme roommate Alice Diana's butch roommate My hope that the girls were joking was a futile hope indeed. The air within their apartment was fraught with tension as I slowly unbuttoned my top and pulled the lapels of my top down over my shoulders. My breasts were tightly bound in a heavily reinforced bra and I felt a wave of fear as I looked at the three faces staring at me, seeming to grow more impatient as I struggled to take off my top. My fingers were not working properly. Alice and Beth, my friend Diana's roommates had certainly got into something more comfortable. Both were in long tee shirts and I saw no evidence that either was wearing panties. Alice, the big woman and the butchier of the three roommates had a rather belligerent and antagonistic attitude. "Damn. Mama, why don't you hurry up and take off that industrial strength harness and show us those massive tits? I thought Diana just conned you into a ride home because she hates to ride the Dart bus but I see she thought she was getting herself a Guernsey cow," Alice said in her normal deprecating tone. "You have got a set of jugs." My face turned crimson as I freed the hooks of my bra. It was bad enough that they were making me take off my clothes in front of them but I wish they'd spare me this running commentary. Nevertheless I hurriedly extricated myself from my brassiere in an attempt to placate the animosity I felt growing steadily in the room. I behaved as cordially as possible, despite feeling belittled by Alice's comments concerning why Diana let me take her home. I was not about to challenge her. She was not only big and strong; she exuded an aura of someone who would welcome any sort of physical conflict. Knowing that my legs were very shapely and attractive, I quickly undid my skirt and let it slide to the floor, hoping that the sight of my round thighs would defuse some of Alice's apparent resentment. I was left with nothing but my panties and hose and garter belt but I've been told quite a few times that I look extremely sexy dressed in only that. "Now, Beth," Alice said, "you might want to take some notes on the way Shirley is acting. She's a natural submissive, probably because she's spent her whole life completely under the thumb of her husband and her two sons." Then she turned her attention to me. "I bet you got up an hour earlier than anyone else so their breakfast would be waiting for them in the mornings and you probably stayed in the kitchen a few hours cleaning up while they were in the living room watching Monday Night Football or whatever brutal athletic contest happened to be on TV, right?" I had no opportunity to answer her because Beth, apparently in resentment of Alice's slanted praise of my submissiveness, suddenly erupted with her own hostility, "And I'll just bet you sucked your husband's dick a hundred times for each time he went down on you, like he was some kind of big, throbbing Mercedes and you were somewhere between a hood ornament and an exhaust pipe." Of course I sucked his cock; a marriage didn't last long if a wife didn't meet her husband's needs. For all the good it did since I still ended up divorced. But after I got over the vulgarity and the humiliation, I actually preferred that manner of sex. My mouth was always wetter than my cunt when he decided he wanted sex. These unmarried tramps have no idea what it was like. Perhaps if I had been stronger the situation could have somehow been diffused and would not have erupted into the calamity that it became. But I have never been confrontational and the concessions I made in the effort to appease them only seemed to enlarge their hostility and carnal cravings. "That's enough of this fucking around," Alice sneered, "it's time you got those panties off and your legs spread so we can see your pussy." My reaction was to quickly strip my panties down and off my ankles, thankful that I'd had the foresight to put my panties on over my garter belt. I slipped over to the couch with a glance at Diana to see how she was reacting to the way things were going. I spread my thighs almost perpendicular as my hopes for support from Diana were dashed by the lusts I saw in her eyes. Beth took a position next to me on the couch and began to run her hand up and down my pussy. "So this is what a fully mature, grown up pussy looks like. This is what my mother would never let me see." She giggled as she grasped her other hand on my ankle and pulled one leg back further. Alice glanced at Diana and the girl suddenly moved to my other side and pulled my other ankle almost even with my head. Splayed in this position, my hips were rolled up to where my entire ass was exposed. Alice casually walked over, raising her tee shirt over her head. She slipped her panties off and moved to her knees directly in front of me. With a hand on each of my thighs, she forced my legs back a little more, raising my asshole level with her clit. Her clit was big and hot and hard and I felt she could almost penetrate me with it. Rolling her hips, she worked her clit against my asshole and I felt a tremendous flush of arousal, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I could not suppress the low moaning that erupted from deep inside myself. My asshole seemed to yearn for more as she rubbed herself so lewdly against it. "You see, Beth," Alice said, "this is the way a bitch is supposed to respond to her domme. Not just groaning about what she likes done to her but taking whatever she gets and going along with it." "Well, of course it helps to be starving all her life for some real sex." "I'm going to get my pussy plow. This bitch desperately needs something rammed up her ass." Alice announced to my terror. "Diana, you keep her occupied and Beth, you come with me and let's get harnessed." As the two of them left the room, I tried to enlist Diana's aid. "Please Diana, help me get away from here, they're going to ...to...sodomize me." Instead she reached her arm behind both my knees and pulled me up onto her lap. "No, honey, you don't know how Alice is. Once she gets in the mood for something, there's no telling her no. She's still being playful; she probably might even use a lube. If she has to chase you down, she'll be terribly vindictive." Then she began to rock her hips, pushing her pussy into my ass and I felt the moisture and the heat of her cunt, separated from my asshole only by the thin seam of her shorts. My arousal returned even stronger and enervated me, overcame my fear of what Alice and Beth wanted to do to me. I moaned again as she squeezed my knees together in the crook of her left arm while rotating her hips against my ass and pushing her other hand deep between my legs against my clit. "Come on, honey, you know you need this. You want to be enraptured by a gang of young girls!" What little feelings of resistance I retained evaporated when Alice and Beth returned and I felt a great regret that I'd missed my last chance to escape. Beth took her same position at my side and pulled my ankle back, spreading my legs again. Alice put a knee on either side of me between the girls who were holding me. She had a black leather harness around her hips and dangling before my face was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. "You may want to suck on it a little to get it wet," she said. "Please don't do this to me..." I begged with my voice breaking. Yet the sight of her swaying cock did something to me. Perhaps being almost paralyzed with fear made me very susceptible to suggestion, or I was desperately grasping any straw that might promise to alleviate the terrible tension but I felt almost a compulsion to suck on her cock even though I had never really enjoyed the act with my husband. "Come on, sweetie, I want you to show Beth how to be submissive. Let me push this deep down into your throat to where you choke on it a little bit, that kind of drool will really help me get it into your asshole easier." Knowing nothing else to do but blindly obey her suggestions and my own compulsions, I took the plastic cock in my mouth and let her push it deep into my throat. Suddenly I gagged in panic and coughed and sputtered as the thing invaded my throat and I felt like I was strangling. "That's such a good girl," Alice said, "let that drool cover my cock. You're going to enjoy the best ass fucking you've ever had." Finally she withdrew the huge tool and dropped to her knees. With her hand she ran the dildo up and down my ass crack all the way from my asshole to my clit. Then she gradually settled it against my asshole. "Push out now, push out like you want to take a shit," she demanded. I tried to do as I was told. The thing ground against my resisting asshole with ever increasing force until my asshole surrendered and engulfed it in a rush of penetrating pain that erupted in waves all over my lower body. I tried to scream my unbearable agony but my mouth was stopped by hands from both of the girls holding me. Then, miraculously the pain suddenly subsided. As soon as the bulbous head was past my sphincter, I felt a very intense relief that was very close to pleasurable. As Alice began to rock her hips in a fucking motion I felt my hips responding on their own, matching her rhythm in a lascivious dance of sodomy. Recognizing the effect on me, the girls removed their hands from my mouth. Diana moved her hands to my pussy and began to stimulate my clit and finger fuck my cunt, increasing my desire and cooperation. Beth began to caress my titties, pulling on my nipples and squeezing my mounds, then slapping them none too gently. Then Diana brought her honey covered fingers to my mouth and I couldn't keep from sucking on them, the juices tasted so good. Beth said, "Diana, why don't you suck her pussy to keep her on the edge while I climb up on the couch and feed her some cunt. I think this old whore will really get into this if we keep her going and take advantage of how hot she is right now. She's breathing like a quarter horse that's run a mile." Diana had a look on her face, a sort of resentment that Beth would deem to order her around but she also seemed to be very interested in getting her mouth on my pussy because she leaned over from the waist with her head between my round thighs. I gasped even louder when her mouth met my cunt. I had been yearning for her touch since I first saw her in the drug store; she was still just as adorable and exciting to me even though I was extremely disappointed in the treatment she was subjecting me to. The despicable Beth, anxious to press every advantage, straddled my face and pushed her pussy hard against my mouth. Just as I was amendable to Alice's contemptible suggestions, my mind soon fixed upon Beth's pussy as the sole object of my every desire. I ran my tongue all over her cunt lips slurping up every trace of moisture. Then I actually penetrated her and pushed my tongue and part of my mouth deeply into her soaking wet cunt. She responded with an unsuppressed gasp that only served to ignite the passion I was feeling into a raging inferno. I sucked her pussy like I had been waiting for the chance all my life. With my passions blazing and my hungers being magnified by the beautiful Diana sucking away at my needy pussy, Beth humping my face grotesquely and Alice pounding away at my welcoming asshole, I soon erupted with the most tremendous orgasm any woman could possibly experience. My body was wracked with waves of ecstatic bliss and I was cast adrift upon a sea of immeasurable rapture. Still my mouth savored Beth's delicious cunt, my pussy begged for Diana's delightful mouth and my asshole craved Alice's forceful fucking as she pounded me into nothing but a puddle of submission. I was totally incapable of resistance. Beth went and got her strap on and fucked my pussy and my asshole, not to mention my mouth several times. Diana joined her in every depravity and I was tossed about in an endless orgy of every type of lewd behavior. Alice even made me go into the bathroom and lay in the tub while she pissed all over my nakedness and forced me to swallow a lot of it. Of course Beth and Diana had to contribute the contents of their bladders also. I was forced to clean their wet pussies but my degradation was so complete that I have to admit I truly enjoyed the lascivious carnality. I shocked myself by begging for more. After a very long but ecstatic ordeal that lasted into the next afternoon, I eventually persuaded Diana to help me find my car and give me directions towards my home. Totally astounded by the entire sequence of events, I drove home in a highly dazed condition. I had no idea of what had happened to make me indulge in such depravity and I slept a deep and troubled sleep when I finally made it to my own bed. I awoke late the next morning feeling very troubled but somehow more at peace with myself than I had been before. I knew there were things deep inside me that might have been seeking expression for a long time and these women had tapped into it and maybe I should be glad it happened. As the day progressed I found myself thinking rather blissfully of the events of that evening and night. I couldn't suppress a kind of rigorous arousal each time I was reminded of something that happened during that rapturous time. That led to a yearning for some sort of repetition and when I recognized that, I became sorely frightened. I tried to convince myself that I was not like that, that those events had been forced upon me against my will. Thus I vacillated all during the day between my vivid and ecstatic yearnings and my fearful assurances that I was indeed free of those despicable perverts. The phone rang. The goddamned fucking phone rang. Who could it be? Could it be those three contemptible females demanding that I come over there and subject myself to more of their humiliating treatment? I picked up the phone, desperately trying to convince myself that I would categorically refuse their demands in no uncertain terms! "Hi, Mom," It was my son calling from England. "How are the plans for your trip coming?" My mind took forever to refocus on events of the real world. I stuttered and drug him through several lengthy explanations of the problems I had encountered and tried to gain some understanding from him of why I had to postpone my plans. I'm sure I failed miserably and he remained terribly confused but he tried to assure me that he understood and that we could keep making plans. Why did I do that? I should have told him everything was in perfect order and that I would be in England on schedule. I would instantly escape the predicament in which I had allowed myself to become hopelessly enmeshed. I could have freed myself! Yet I had not. The rest of the day I spent wavering between unbearable yearning for one of them to call and agonizing dread that one would. Eventually I noticed that darkness was falling and with immeasurable self loathing I recognized that I was bitterly disappointed that none of the girls had called. I agonized at my own foolishness and regretted that the hour was far too late for me to try to see Diana at the drug store, at my own stupidity that I had not gotten a phone number or mapped out the way to find their apartment again. Those terrible events that had devastated me so completely were apparently nothing but a lark to them, just something to pass the time because the opportunity presented itself. They were not the least bit interested in any kind of continuation. Deep into the night I finally fell into a restless sleep, tormented by longings that might never be satisfied. The next morning I determined to abandon all my lying to myself that I didn't want to resume any dealings with them. I recognized that I wanted nothing else. Then I spent the morning bemoaning the fact that the drug store would not even be open for hours. Apparently there is little demand for any kind of retail services until what I used to consider as mid morning. In ceaseless torment I waited and watched the hands of the clock move imperceptibly. I rushed out of the house as soon as the time could be considered reasonable. I worried that Diana would be fearful when she saw me, afraid that I was seeking some sort of retribution. I thought of ways to reassure her and to convince her that I wanted to be with her and her friends. With a surge of relief the door opened when I arrived at the drug store. They were open and now if only Diana was working today. When she saw me there was just a trace of recognition and nothing resembling fear in her beautiful eyes. She looked almost bored to see me again. She even ignored me as she busied herself with stock while I stood there in hopeful anticipation. Eventually her contrived delays were exhausted and she said to me. "What can I help you with today?" "Diana, I have to talk to you. Is there some way we can be alone?" "I'm sorry but as you can see, I'm working today." "Do you get a lunch hour? What time?" "I usually eat across the street at the fast food place, about oneish but I'm not sure I'll be hungry today." "Maybe I could pick you up, take you to some place nice for lunch." I suggested eagerly. "Maybe you'd try to get your hands inside my panties; I've heard how desperate you old dykes get over young pussy." My face was enflamed with embarrassment and I was thankful that the store was unoccupied and no one overheard her comments. "Please, Diana, I need to talk with you about what happened." "That door over there is omni sexual but it is a public restroom. Go in there, take your panties off and put them in your mouth so I won't have to listen to your whining. Come out here and find some way to show me that your mouth is full and you can pick me up at one o'clock. We'll go to the Outback on 635. You might want to get a reservation so we won't be delayed because I have to be back by two." Humiliated beyond my own imagination, I hurried to the restroom and followed her instructions. My panties were already wet just from talking to Diana and seeing her fantastic body. I came out and ran over to Diana, praying that she had no customers. I managed to smile at her with my mouth brimming with sheer panty and she nodded noncommittally Then I hurried home to make reservations and find some means to occupy myself while I waited for the clock to move in its inexorable manner. Finally I was waiting outside when she left the drug store. She never smiled at me or greeted me in any manner, just crawled in and sat for me to get moving. At the restaurant we encountered no delay but our waitress turned out to be a pretty young girl with long brown hair done up in an adorable pony tail. Her tits were huge and she readily recognized that ehy were her fortune, the way she paraded them. Diana told me on the way that she was going to call me "Mother" while we were there. She said it fulfilled a little fantasy of hers. However, she quickly became enamored of our pretty waitress and exhibited all the nervousness of a schoolgirl crush. When she placed her order she added, "...and Mother has already eaten so she won't require anything but she is still willing to leave a huge tip for your very considerate service." She smiled at her like the waitress was the final judge of a beauty contest. Diana preened and posed and did everything but pull her skirt over her head to entice the waitress, constantly referring to me as her mother. After she finished and the girl brought me the check, Diana motioned the waitress to lean in close to her and said softly, "My mother is interested in sucking your panties. She'll do anything for a piece of young pussy. I could even get her to suck your asshole if you're in to that sort of thing." Of course the young girl was flabbergasted and could not think of any way to answer Diana's lewd proposal. She just stood there in stunned silence. Careful What You're Dreaming Ch. 02 "What time does your shift end? Have you ever fantasized about being with a mother-daughter team?" Diana asked cheerily. "My husband always picks me up from work just in case I get bamboozled by any big spending cowboys." "Well, neither my mother nor I have a pickup truck with a rifle rack in the back. Does he ever fantasize about seeing you with a mother sucking your ass and a daughter sucking your pussy?" "Well, I'm sure the scene has crossed his mind a time or two since he is mostly male." Her beautiful sky blue eyes flickered mischievously and her dazzling smile told me that she was considering Diana's latest lewd proposition as a solution, a means to indulge herself in something that she was drawn into but felt at first was unattainable. I had just sat through the entire situation in absolute embarrassment, expecting the young girl to run screaming for the police at any moment. Suddenly this tacit agreement with Diana's absurd proposition flooded my mind with delirious delusions of an orgy never before imagined. It also would have flooded my panties if they weren't stuffed so deeply into my mouth. "So what time does hubby normally pick you up?" "He will be here about eight tonight." "Well, I guess Mom and I will see you then." "Okay. I'll wait until he gets here to tell him about it, in case you two don't show." I moved as though in a trance to hurry Diana back to work before she was late. She told me to pick her up about six and we'd go to my place and wait for time to get the waitress. Shit, we didn't even get her name. Would this be my fate, to stumble along with her in an endless procession from one lecherous scene to another even more depraved? Still I could not quell the enormous excitement that titillated every my moment with this girl. What the hell was life anyway but the compilation of memories? Would I ever look back on all this with nothing but regret? Or would I consider it the most exciting part of my otherwise dreary existence? Careful What You're Dreaming Although I felt such demeaning language was uncalled for, I could not control my efforts to do just as she demanded. Her hips were now rotating as she strenuously washed her pussy across my face while I was licking and sucking every thing I came across. She even spun around momentarily giving me access to her delectable ass. But she returned immediately to push her clit deep into my mouth, almost fucking me with it. I sucked and sucked until her body became abruptly rigid and she quivered and shook against me, moaning in ecstasy and I was inundated with feelings of enormous relief that I had managed to bring her to such a state. Shortly we heard the delivery man at the door and when we emerged from her room, Beth and Alice had opened some beers and were already munching down on the pizza. I was suddenly famished and lit into the cheesy treat like it might have some nutritional value. "It sounded like you two got well acquainted," Alice remarked as she pushed her plate away. "I hope you don't mind but we used one of your credit cards to pay for the pizza. All of ours are pretty well maxed out." Although I thought that was extremely presumptuous with the nagging feeling that I was being taken advantage of, I realized that these girls were much more free in their dealings than I was used to and I certainly felt that anything I had spent was well worth it because I had enjoyed myself in the past few hours more than my entire life combined at that point. "You don't mind, do you?" Alice said rather belligerently. I was again intimidated by her manly manner and meekly replied that it was fine. "Diana, why didn't you get her dressed more comfortably when you had her in there? Were you too busy fucking her face?" Beth said to my embarrassment and chagrin. "Or better still, why didn't you just shuck her down naked so we could all see what kind of prize you brought home?" Alice said ominously as I became extremely fearful of the freedom these girls seemed to possess. "It's not too late for you to do it," Diana said and I was immediately struck with the feeling of abandonment, thinking all this time that she would be allied with me against these other two. I capitulated in the face of their combined, demanding stares. I slowly began to undo my top, futilely hoping that one of them would tell me they were only joking.