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The Dressing Room Ch. 01

By: summaswine



The mall seemed surprisingly quiet today to Raine today. Maybe because it was early on a school day or maybe because the kids were not with her...not having them to cater to makes every trip out seem so much easier. Her mind raced as she strolled down the wide halls of the new mall, every store looked like one she'd never been in before even though she had shopped them all at one time or another. Guess it was the fact that this mall was brand new and everything was so clean and shiny. Or perhaps it was the fact He told her to go.

Victoria's Secret was having a grand opening; free items were being handed out and there must have been two attendants for each person shopping. A taller, dark haired woman asked is she could help...

"Sure I'm looking for a matching set, something a bit lacy and a little exposing if you know what I mean." Raine blushed.

"I have exactly what you are looking for; they are my personal favorites," she replied. In an intimate gesture, she took Raine by the hand and led her to a display in the back corner of the store. Several examples of lace panties and matching bras hung there, all shapes and sizes, not to mention colors. "What do you think?" she asked, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I love them, what would you recommend?" Raine replied.

Both of them selected several pairs, all very seductive and just picking them out was arousing Raine. She felt her nipples harden. The attendant insisted on joining her in the dressing room, commenting on how nice she looked and reassuring her that it was common to consult. 

"All the fine stores are going to this now – more personal shopping experiences." 

Once inside the changing room, Raine started to undress but felt a bit uneasy doing so in front of this beautiful woman. 

"Here, let me help," reaching out to take her shirt. As her jeans slid down her legs, the dark-haired woman knelt and slipped them off her ankles. She placed the jeans on a hook and returned, standing behind Raine. 

The feeling of being naked in front of her caused Raine's belly to flutter. As Raine unsnapped her bra, she noticed her nipples were rock hard and extended and that her breasts felt so full and heavy. 

"I can help with these," sliding her thumbs inside the band of her panties, the attendant slid them to the floor. "You are very beautiful; these new sets will look fabulous on you," she said as she caressed Raine's naked calves. Oh God, what was this woman doing to her.

Raine stepped out of her panties and as she did, the woman slowsly slid her hand up her inner thigh. Startled, Raine froze in place. She needed to move, this is not what she came here for, but was that true? That flutter in her belly was now moving up her entire body and as the attendant moved closer and closer to her freshly shaven pussy, the flutter became more of a throb – an ache. 

"I am sure these will fit perfectly," she said as her fingers came in contact with my now very wet pussy. 

Raine's nipples were throbbing and a rush of excitement filled her head. She had cum from the touch and was frozen. She felt a long finger slide in to her and a soft moan escaped.

"Are you ok?" she asked softly.

"Yes," was all Raine could manage to say. The woman's face was now inches away from her pussy, she knew she could smell her sex as her tongue touched her so delicately. Looking at this gorgeous woman licking her, Raine felt amazing. She pinched her own nipples and squeezed her breasts as the dark-haired attendant licked her and lapped at her generously, decadently. Raine spread her legs a bit to allow better access and arched her pelvis forward to expose more of herself.

She'd never before felt anything like this woman's tongue. Sure she's been licked, many times, but never by such a beautiful, sensuous woman, and never in such a public risky place. 

The dark-haired attendant was standing now and had removed her own clothing. Through her bra I could see small perky breasts with pointed nipples about the size of Raine's but much darker. She was so lovely and sensuous looking. She reached back and quickly removed her bra ...wow, her breasts were beautiful, Raine thought. 

Raine leaned over and touched one; leaning further she pulled one of the dark nipples in to her mouth. Her pussy was dripping and she was in desperate need of another orgasm. The dark-haired woman turned, facing away and removed her panties. Kneeling behind her, she slid them down. Her ass was nice, round and full and very smooth.

As Raine knelt behind her, she slipped her hand between the dark-haired woman's legs. She was not smooth, in fact, she had a landing strip of hair. Her lips were slick with her juices. Raine kissed the back of her thighs, running her tongue to the bottom of her cheeks, then between them. She could taste the juices of their activity and it made her even more aroused. 

What would He think? Why can't He be here watching? And then she thought to herself – He is. He's always with you, she thought. He'll hear each word and every thought. She smiled to herself and went on.

She licked and tasted her again and again, licking and hearing the attendant's moans of pleasure. The woman was gripping the rail in the dressing room and she exploded. Raine noticed her cum tasted differently from her other juices. Her pussy was glistening with cum and saliva and it was so beautiful.

"I must be going and helping other clients, but I want to see you later – again – sometime. Is that ok?" the attendant asked as she dressed and with a gleam of want in her eyes. 

"Yes, I want that. I want you. Would you be interested if my Master joined us – me coming here was His idea." Raine bravely asked.

Her eyes lit up. "If you coming here was His idea then I owe him a debt of gratitude. We'll continue with him. Here's my card – my home number is on the back." She rushed out. Quickly she turned around, "What is your name?" she asked.

"Raine," she responded.

"I'm Keely, Raine." She quickly kissed her lips, licking her bottom lip and ran out the dressing room. Raine heard her professional voice as she dressed and couldn't wait til He got in to town so they can have more.

The Dressing Room Ch. 01



We heard the unmistakable moaning, slurping sounds that could only mean someone was getting a blow job; and we had to try and see who it was. Closer to the dressing room door, a low, pleasure-filled groan was heard and the slurping sound continued. The top of a man's head was visible over the ¾ door. The door was held to the booth by large hinges that left a gap between the door and the frame. 

My Aunt Heather pushed closer to the door and I was right behind her. Through the gap in the door we saw a woman's face; the sales woman we had encountered earlier. Her face was about waist high and she was deep-throating the man's cock. Heather nearly backed into me, her hand over her mouth in what I took to be shock. 

The man said, "I'm going to cum in your mouth." In a breathy voice.

The slurping stopped and the woman replied with a sultry, breathy, "Yes."

There was a gagging sound and I could see the man had forced his cock back into the woman's mouth. He was pumping her mouth as if it were a pussy. He was breathing raggedly. Through the crack in the door, we could see his balls slapping against her chin. "I'm – cumming!" The man groaned in a low, repressed yell.

The woman's hands grabbed onto his ass and kept his cock deep in her throat as his body jerked and he moaned, "Ah-ah-ah." And then his body went limp and we could hear her gulp down the load she had taken. The man was trying to control the volume of his moans, but he could be heard plainly enough. The woman too was moaning now and kind of cooing and then Heather was pulling me away. 

She pulled me into a dressing room on the other side of the room and pressed her body to mine at the back of the room away from the door. She whispered, "Someone's coming."

"No shit." I replied with a soft laugh. 

Heather put her hand over my mouth. "Shhh."

I heard someone come into the common area; there was a rustle of clothes and then the sound of a metal hanger on a metal bar. Then, footsteps receded away and we waited.

The dressing room door across the way opened and the man stepped out anxiously looking around. We had a perfect view from our vantage point and we were pretty sure the man could not see us. He was tall, about six feet and thin, with dark brown, neatly combed hair and a clean-shaven face; I would've guessed he was in his mid thirties. When he was sure the coast was clear, he adjusted his zipper then looked back into the dressing room from where he came. "Come on." He said, "The mirror out here is better."

The woman came out, holding a sweater under her chin to catch the cum that was dripping down her chin. The man stopped and looked around the room. "That was fantastic." He said adjusting his pants. 

The woman was nearly fifty, but she had the look on her face of a young girl who had just given her first blow job. She was attractive, but not beautiful, her body was slender, topped off with large, D-Cup tits. Her hair at one time had been blonde, but now was a whitish-blonde and shoulder length. She hesitated at the mirror, looking down at the sweater. "God, you came a lot."

"I was pretty fuckin' horny, you got me so hot."

"I think that was Linda that came in, my boss."

The man checked his reflection in the mirror then snuggled up behind her. His hands came around and cupped her full, bouncy breasts. "She didn't see us."

"She might not have seen us, but she probably heard you when you came." She handed him the sweater. "You have to buy this now."

He looked at the sweater and laughed, "Not to worry."

She turned around and kissed him on the mouth. "When do I get my turn?"

The man patted her ass and kissed her on the cheek, "How about tomorrow night?"

"What about tonight?" She pushed away from him. "I'm horny too, ya know."

"I can't tonight. Early day tomorrow, but tomorrow night--are you working tomorrow night?"

"I get off at six tomorrow."

"I'll meet you here."

"No." the woman said quickly, "a real date. I'm going to get fired if we keep this up."

"But it's fun here."

The woman turned away and checked her outfit again in the mirror; she looked as though she might cry. "It's fun for you. Feel me up, cum in my mouth and off you go."

"Come on, baby." The man pleaded, "It's not like that. Last week I made you cum."

"And then you fucked my tits and came on my neck and face and I spent twenty minutes getting cleaned up."

"Tomorrow night I'll go down on you."

"Not here." The woman said forcefully.

The man started to say something but stopped himself. He knew he wasn't going to win. "Okay." He conceded, "Tomorrow night I pick you up at 6:15 and we'll go out."

"Peggy!" A woman called from outside the dressing room.

The woman turned to the man shocked, "It's Linda. Come on, I'll tell her we've been matching sweaters with your pants." She turned back toward the door and called out, "Just a sec, Linda, I'm helping a customer." With that she hurried out of the room. The man hesitated a moment then looked at the sweater in his hands and followed her out. 

I suddenly realized that Heather was pressed flush against me. Her abdomen was nearly being punctured by my raging hard-on. Her hand was still on my face, the strong flowery smell of her perfume filled my mouth and nostrils. Her breasts were flattened against my chest and her breath was nearly as labored as mine. 

I looked down at her as she raised her eyes to meet mine. Her lips glistened at me and I felt this overwhelming desire to kiss her. She was wearing four-inch heels so she was nearly as tall as me. Here eyes locked onto mine as my arm encircled her back and kept her close to me.

"I gotta get out more." Heather said after a moment. Her hand slipped from my face down to my shoulder as she pushed herself away from me just slightly. "Do you believe that?"

"Heather." I tried to think of something to say, something that would keep her from pulling further away. This woman I had hugged a hundred times and fantasized about a hundred more times was jammed into a very close, very sexual position with me and I didn't want to ruin it. "I've never seen anything like that." That was the best I could do.

My Aunt Heather pushed away again, her eyes were cast down toward my waist, or perhaps down toward my raging hard on. We were both silent and I thought maybe she was listening, waiting to hear someone coming. I realized then that Heather was still breathing hard. 

"You okay?" I asked quietly and sincerely.

Heather was still quiet, not looking up; I could feel her hand tremble on my shoulder and her body seemed to have taken on a chill as she quivered. I pulled her closer to me out of fear that she was going to pass out. Once again, my hard on was pressed against her as her body pancaked against mine. 

Finally Heather said, "We should go."

I didn't let loose my grip on her, "Shouldn't we wait a few more minutes incase the sales lady comes back?"

Heather rested her head against my shoulder with a sigh. "Okay." 

My hand came up and stroked her silver-black hair. "It's nice holding you so close."

"Yes." Heather replied into my chest as her nails dug through my shirt and into my skin.

I didn't flinch from the slight pain she inflicted upon me. I suddenly realized what was happening; Heather, my Aunt was fighting back her desire. She was struggling against her will to take what she wanted, to allow herself the pleasure she so badly needed.

I remembered a few years back after Heather's last, big romance when I overheard her talking to my mother, saying she would never date again. She said she'd by a vibrator and forget about men. It occurred to me, she hadn't forgotten the one thing she liked most about men – sex.

Heather slowly pulled herself away from me. Still, she did not look at my face. I was going to say something when we heard a voice as someone entered the common area of the dressing room. Heather practically threw herself at me, pushing us deeper into the corner of the small dressing room. But now her face was turned toward mine and she was up on her tip-toes.

Outside Linda, the store manager said something about a pair of pants and then she walked out again. I felt Heather's hot breath on my neck. I looked down and she was staring up at me with the dark mascara around her gray eyes and her lips looking wet and inviting. I didn't hesitate another second; I bent and kissed her. My right hand came up and crushed her left breast and she moaned into our kiss. In seconds we were making out as our hands searched desperately over each others bodies. 

I was twenty-two and Heather was forty-nine, but we acted like long, lost lovers to whom age was no matter. Our hands hungrily caressed each others bodies. We kissed deeply, passionately, our tongues dancing around in each others mouths. When her left hand fell to my crotch and her fingers found the form of my diamond-hard cock, she groaned and meshed her body hard against mine. We broke our kiss and Heather breathed heavily into my ear, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me now. Here."

I didn't say a word. I pulled away from her and moved behind so she was facing the wall. She wore a tight fitting; knit skirt and I quickly hiked it up. Under the skirt was a girdle with nylons attached. Her hands were working quickly to loosen the girdle and I helped, jerking it down and peeling it off of her ass and down her legs. Heather gasped and started to turn back toward me, but I put a hand on her shoulder and kept her facing the corner.

I unzipped my pants and pushed my pants and underwear down at the same time as my cock sprung from its confines and gently swatted her ass. Heather went up on her toes and arched her back as I grabbed her hips. She was so wet I slid into her pussy with the greatest of ease. Her body shuddered in my grasp and I started pumping away at her.

She came in great waves over my cock. I had never felt anything like it before; her pussy gushed fluid out over my cock in three long tidal waves. Then her pussy was clenching my cock and she was growling and moaning, "Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes." Another wave hit and then she was fucking my cock. With her hands against the wall she pushed back into me with every stroke I took, impaling my cock deep inside her. I braced myself with one hand on the opposite wall and started pounding away at her soaking wet pussy as fast and as hard as I could.

Even though it's hard to cum standing up, I could feel my balls tightening and my dick throbbing with the tell-tale rumbling that mean I was going to explode. The excitement of seeing my Aunt Heather bent over before me with her skirt hiked up and my cock sliding wetly in and out of her luscious pussy was just too much. I started pushing harder and faster and Heather started whispering through her clenched teeth, "Come on, fuck me, fuck me harder."

I came hard. My hands clenched her silky, fleshy hips as I plunged deep into her and my cock pulsed in long, powerful streams of joy. Heather groaned and I groaned with her as I emptied my balls deep inside of her snatch. 

I nearly dropped to my knees when I was done. My knees trembled and my head spun with excitement and lack of oxygen. I felt like I had just run a mile at a full-sprint.

Heather turned and eased herself down onto the seat. She looked up at me with mascara running down her cheeks and her lipstick smeared on her mouth. She had been crying and for a moment I thought I had hurt her and then I realized she was smiling at me.

After a moment when she caught her breath she said, "Get dressed, we need to go home."

I pulled up my pants as she wiggled back into her girdle and then checked her nylons. In a minute we were both dressed and standing over a puddle of our cum on the carpeted floor. She fixed her make up as best she could in her compact and then we stood silent, listening, hoping no one was outside the dressing room waiting for us. Finally, we opened the door and she exited and I followed. No one had seen us, or even more amazing, no one had heard us. We left the store and headed quickly toward Heather's car.

Once in Heather's car she started the engine and turned up the heat. It was March and the air was damp and chilly. Heather trembled and looked down at the steering wheel before her. I couldn't tell what she was thinking and then she said, "You must think me to be terrible."

I reached out and put a hand on her thigh. Her hand covered mine and squeezed it tight. "Heather," I said softly, "that was the greatest moment of my life—the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. Why would I think you're terrible?"

She turned to me and I bent to her and kissed her. We kissed for a long time, not as hard and passionately as we previously had, but with tenderness and love. She broke the kiss and rested her head against my shoulder. "It's been a long time and – and I have been so horny. I'm not a terrible person, Aaron, I'm still your Aunt."

"I've desired you all my life, wanted this all my life. Why would I think you're terrible? 

She looked up at me smiled, then kissed me lightly on the lips. Her hand went up to my face, she stroked my cheek then opened her mouth to mine and kissed me very hard and deep. When she broke the kiss she was smiling a wicked, knowing smile, "Oh Aaron, it's not that you'll think I'm terrible for what we've done, but for all the things I'm going to do to you when we get back to my house."



The Dressing Room Ch. 02



As we walk into the store my wallet begins to ache. 

This is a seriously upscale store. There are not even any price tags because if you have to ask how much it is, you cannot afford it. 

Ah well, for some reason you have been wanting to come here. This morning when you woke me up I thought your goal was sexually oriented, as you woke me up by coming very loudly while lying next to me and stroking me. 

I know it was not a ploy just to get me to shop. I already learned how fun shopping can be with you. But instead of heading out to the mall we came here. 

I looked askance at the fur coats on the walls, but was immediately told they were all assuredly faux. The person telling me this was a very elegant woman in her mid 40s. She had a warm smile under short brown hair. Her hair was not a style I had seen outside of old TV shows. In fact the elegant black skirt, sensible heels, and tight fitting blouse with a black scarf at her neck all reminded me of June Cleaver getting ready to step out on the town with Ward. Even her hairstyle looked more like it would be on the cover of Vogue in 1955 rather than 2005. But she had the body and face of a pin up girl. Indeed she looked like she should be in a bikini and smiling at you from the side of an airplane. 

Her smile was infectious. She had huge brown eyes and thick full lips. I noticed that the cast of her skin and the shape of her face made me think of the Mediterranean, and I wondered if she might be Italian or Greek. 

As she turned to show me more of the store, the light caught her hair, showing me what I thought was brown was actually just a tasteful streak job (her apparently only concession to modern fashion) and that her hair was a deep jet black. Hmm, definitely Italian. 

I also noticed that the "modest" skirt showed off the full swell of her hips. It ended just at her calves, but a careful cut in the fabric allowed them to peek through, showing what promised to be a killer pair of legs. 

I tore my eyes off this incredible woman long enough to see a quick demo on how the "furs" were actually machine made fibers, but had the feel and look of fur, and were actually much more resilient, stain proof, waterproof, and longer lasting than fur. Plus there was the benefit of not having to deal with the fur industry and all that implied. It cut down the cost as well without hurting the luxury. 

I was impressed. The furs were beautiful, showing off the true colors and beauty of a natural pelt without having hurt one single animal. I asked if the entire store was like this. 

"Actually no,' she told me, to my surprise. "We still carry a lot of leather coats. The benefit to leather though is that we use those animals entirely. We only get our leather goods from companies that assure us that the animals are raised humanely, and that the products derived from them are used in their entirety. Much like the Native Americans used to do with the buffalo they hunted." 

I was surprised by her matter of fact tact on this, but also by the logic of the industry. 

The biggest surprise however was watching her run her hands over the leather coats. As she did so I could clearly see her nipples begin to push through the fabric of her blouse. I was stunned. You have puffy nipples, the entire areola gets hard along with your nipples when you are aroused. You also have very large dark nipples from your Latin heritage. But this woman was shocking. Even through what looked to be a heavy duty cross your heart bra and the thick black material of her blouse, her nipples stood at attention. They had to have been a four or five inches across, and they stood out like nothing I had ever seen outside of anime. 

But the spell broke soon enough and she turned to ask you what you had come in for. 

With a smile you told her that Jenny had sent you. You wanted to try on some coats, and that you needed two heavy coats, one for everyday use, one for going out. You also needed rainwear, and a light duty everyday jacket. You wanted to try these on, and you wanted hats to go with the rain and stepping out coats. 

Ah well, I thought, maybe I should have brought my book. I settled in my mind that this was just going to be an ordinary shopping trip. (And I love it when I am wrong like that.)

She looked almost critically at you, then murmured Jenny's name. "So, Jenny sent you. I see," she said, almost distractedly. "Did she tell you about her shopping experience here?"

"Oh yes," you told her, "she did indeed. So I would like to begin at the same place she did."

With that the two of you strode off talking about raincoats and faux fur, and I settled down in front of the dressing room mirrors in a soft chair to read. 

Eventually the two of you returned, laden down with coats and hatboxes. What happened next was something that would forever stay in my mind. 

First I noticed the pile of coats seemed to be floating along behind you. You were talking animatedly with the lady in black, so I wondered idly who might be carrying the pile of faux fur and leather you had picked out. 

As I tilted my head I noticed a pair of legs almost staggering under the pile. They were not very big legs, but exquisitely proportioned and wearing black cowboy boots. 

The coats settled on a divan nearby and out from under them popped a very small woman. My first impression was that an elf had escaped into our world, or that Tinkerbell had dyed her hair jet black. 

The woman was not more than 5'1" or 5'2" by my first reckoning (I later learned I was off a bit, she was 5'4") but perfectly proportioned. In fact, if she had been 5'11" and the same proportion her breasts would have been gigantic!

As it was she was small, but very cute. I normally do not care for thin women, but she was not the emaciated thin so popular on TV and runways, but merely just a slight woman. She still had curves in the right places, and was very feminine in every way, just very small. She had long shiny black hair, and compared to your Latin skin and the lady in black's Mediterranean cast she looked like Snow White. A dark plum lipstick made her face even more dramatic. She looked at me shyly, and then did a strange sort of curtsy to me before running off for more clothes. I judged her at about 25 or so, but her height and strange manners gave her the appearance of being much younger.

As she moved away, I noticed her perfect behind moving under her jean skirt. She had on a black western style shirt, and the top button was undone to show her cleavage. 

As she disappeared into the rows of coats, my attention turned back to you and the lady in black. 

You were naked. 

Three large mirrors were set up by the dressing room so that patrons could admire themselves in a new coat from every angle. At present you were standing in front of it without a stitch on as the lady in black shuffled through your choices. 

I watched awestruck as you put on a raincoat made of translucent plastic highlighted with silver and purple material. The plastic pressed against your breasts and the dark triangle of hair between your legs was clearly visible through the material. The effect was electrifying. 

The lady in black asked me my opinion, and it took me several moments to find my voice. "Exquisite" was the only word I could find. The lady in black smiled, and then proceeded to reach out, lift the back of the raincoat to expose your butt, and then said "I think that sir would find this particular coat VERY fucking exquisite."

The site of her exposing your ass and the surprise of the obscenity from such a classy woman was stunning. She smiled at me, patted your butt once, and let go of the coat. 

You tried on a faux fur coat. I thought that the color was too light for you and made you look bleached out, but I did enjoy you opening it to show me the inside, your gorgeous body a dark contrast to the soft fur.

At one point the small woman returned, and the lady in black addressed her "Jesse, please find our guest something to eat." 

The woman was behind me and I was engrossed in watching you open and close your coat in the mirror, so I did not turn to look at her, and barely heard her quiet acknowledgement. 

Moments later, as you once again stood naked and waited for the lady in black to brush down a faux mink, a tray hovered suddenly near my elbow. "Would sir like a treat?" Jesse stood there with a tray of what appeared to be Rice Crispy Treats. In such a classy place I was surprised to see such a simple treat (although I love them so who cares?) but my surprise was even greater when I saw her. Her small frame was clothed only in a small black bra that barely covered her breasts. A pair of black panties with matching garters and hose adorned her legs. The only mismatched part of the ensemble was the incongruous cowboy boots, but at least they were black. She smiled at me as she offered the tray. I pried my eyes off the smooth skin of her breasts and took a treat. (Turns out these are trendy with new money types, and are made by gourmet chefs and cost ten times more than a box at them at the store. They were damn good too!)

The lady in black seemed to be watching me as I turned away from Jesse, and seemed to be wearing a smile of approval. 

She walked up to me, stood in front of my chair, and told me "I feel overdressed now. Can you help me?"

I looked quizzically at you, and you made a sharp gesture with your hand, like someone stabbing with a knife. 

Ah, I understood, this woman was usually a dominating type, and would not give that up without some sort of gesture to concede it. As such she would never take off her clothes unless I did, or unless I made her. 

I smiled. Not a problem. Judging from her stern yet sexy appearance and her directness with Jesse and you, I knew a bold gesture had to be made for her to not loose face. 

I stood facing her squarely, and reached onto my belt. I usually carried my buck knife out of habit, from being a scout as a kid and then eventually a soldier as an adult. Now days it was convenient for opening packages and letters, but sometimes had even better uses. It was a four inch locking blade, but the thickness of the blade and the large carved handle made it look bigger. 

I quietly snapped it open, and with a quick movement, made a cut at the point where her skirt slit over her calves. I grasped both side of her skirt with my hands, and pulled slowly in opposite directions. 

The fabric parted with a long slow noise like a ragged sigh. When the split reached her hem, it popped audibly and fell away from her skin. 

Jesse came up behind her and lifted off her top for her. As she did so she looked at me playfully and said, "This is Mistress' most expensive top, let's not slice this up." So the lady in black stood before me in a set of white garters attached to skin colored hose. Her panties and bra were black, and once again those incredible nipples were pushing against the fabric of her bra. 

She smiled at me with pleasure and began to turn back to you, but I told her to stop. "One more thing I must see," I told her. With that I reached out, and with a quick one two of my knife cut off her panties. Now the white garters framed the outline of her dark haired pubis. It was an amazing site. Immediately I noticed the musk of her sex in the air and was glad she was turned on. 

Jesse stepped in front of me, bent over so her ass was pointed at me, and asked me sweetly to do the same for her. 

This time I slipped the knife in under the side of her panties where her legs went in, the back of the blade rubbing against her skin. I pulled slightly and the fabric cut effortlessly. Another cut on the side and the fabric came away. She turned to me and I saw that she was shaven. The black garters framed her tiny bareness. 

I sat and ate my treats, which Jesse topped off with a large cold glass of ginger ale (she offered hard stuff, but I do not drink and had to drive us home anyway).

I watched you try on coats, hats, stoles, scarves, and even some shoes. I watched your nude body cover and uncover, and each time I saw your skin reappear out from under a large coat it was like it was all new to me. 

I watched the lady in black as she helped you on and off with the coats. I watched her gorgeous body move and watched her eyes as she took in your body as well. 

I watched Jesse move about, bringing us all drinks, bringing more finger food, and eventually losing her bra at one point so her breasts dangled when she bent over me. 

Her nipples were small and pointed, and a bright pink. Her skin was like cream everywhere else. At one point she brought me some more to drink, and I noticed that her nipples were almost red. To my eye they looked exactly as they should if someone had had been pulling on them. I glanced down and sure enough, the lips of her pussy were red and swollen as well. When she left the room she was playing with herself. 

I waited and watched, and at one point saw her slip out of the room out of the corner of my eye. I asked the lady in black where the restroom was, and was told Jesse could show me. I excused myself and went through the door to the back room as Jesse had just done.

A short hallway lined with shoes and boxes led to a larger storeroom type area. I was worried I would not find Jesse, but my worries were gone when I heard her voice. I followed the sounds she made, realizing that they were small sounds of pleasure. 

To the north end of the room a small office space had been cleared out between shelves of merchandise and boxes. Two desks sat across from each other. Jesse sat in a chair at one desk, her legs propped up underneath her. Her right hand was pulling hard on her own nipples, and her left hand was frantically playing between her legs. I watched quietly for a while, marveling at her skin and her lovely lips. 

It had only been a minute or two since we had left the room, but already she was building to a climax. I waited until her eyes were closed and her cries were getting shorter before I moved. 

Jesse bit her lip to keep from crying out, but the small wet noises between her legs suddenly turned to loud wet smacking noises as she came. When the last spasm subsided she lifted her hand to her mouth and slowly sucked on her own fingers. On the third finger she opened her eyes to see me standing over her. 

She gasped and immediately stood up, her eyes on the ground. She began to apologize to me but I cut her off. I asked her where the rest room was. She seemed taken aback that that was the only question I had for her, but smiled quizzically at me and told me to follow her. As we walked down another short hall she suddenly turned to me, pulled me in for a kiss, and began to push her body against mine. She whispered in my ear "Please, I want you, fuck me now, right here. Please. Or just let me suck you. God I need it so bad. Please." I gently pulled her to me, and did return the kiss. Her lips were the smallest lips I had ever kissed, and tasted faintly of her sex. 

I held her close, but stopped her from grinding. I told her she was beautiful, but that she had to wait. If the time was right we would do the things she wanted, but not now. 

She broke our hug, looked at me for a moment, then smiled. As she turned to lead me onward she moved several paces in front of me. From there I could see her ass quite clearly. She seemed to sense this and put some extra shake in her step quite to my enjoyment. 

The bathroom was a functional tile and steel room. I entered and Jesse followed me. 

Before I could object she moved up behind me and whispered to me "It is the mistress' policy, special customers do nothing for themselves here."

With that she lowered my zipper, took me out, and gently held my cock. At first I was too shocked to do what I needed, but then I realized that she was waiting. After that nature took its course, and she gently place me back inside my pants. 

I washed my hands and we began to leave the room. In a quick movement she pressed against me again and put her mouth to my ear. "Promise me, " she said, "promise me that if we ever fuck you will not be gentle. Promise me that you will not ease it in. Promise me that you will push all of it in me at once and pound me as hard as you can until you come inside me. Promise." Her last word was accentuated by her tongue tracing my ear, and I found myself unable to do anything but promise her what she wanted. 

When we entered the dressing area, you gave me a look. I knew that look. It was your way of asking me "Did you fuck her?" You knew I did not. We were not gone alone long enough. I smiled at you, and you knew I did not (and that I would never lie to you.)

As you put on another coat, you flashed me one more look. A sort of cross between disbelief and exasperation that said to me "Why not? I would!"

The rest of the evening went on. I watched the gorgeous bodies before me and watched you try on more and more items. 

Soon it was late (later than I realized, time sure flies and all) and you began to put on your clothes. 

You took several coats, the raincoat, and a few hats and gave them to Jesse. "I will take these. Please." The lady in black, still barely dressed, said she would ring them up. 

As you paid I went out and got the car. The small shops nearby were all closed, and the streetlights were on. A light rain was falling as I pulled up to the shop. The street was practically deserted now, but a few blocks away I could see the late hour traffic on one of the main roads moving back and forth. 

Figuring no one was around to steal my car, I left it running and went inside to get your stuff. I carried out some of the boxes, and opened the trunk. As turned to go back for more, Jesse stepped up and handed me the rest. She stood there on the curb as I loaded them in my car, wearing nothing but her garter and hose, the rain slicking her hair and running down her skin. 

You finally came out carrying one last package. At the sight of Jesse you sighed, shook your head, and told me "Well, it is late, just let her have what she wants."

Without a word Jesse bent over my trunk. He small ass seemed to almost glow in the rain slicked light. 

You watched with an evil grin as I touched the tip of my cock to the flesh of her pussy. My fingers touched her enough to get them wet, then I rubbed her wetness up and down my cock. I pushed very slightly, making the head of my cock open her lips. I felt my cock head slip down slightly, and knew I was right at her opening. 

Your eyes grew large with excitement as I pushed the entire length of my cock into her in one thrust. She immediately cried out in pleasure and began chanting over and over that she was coming. Her entire body shook against me as I thrust hard into her and held her hips to keep her from sliding away from me. A quick glance to the storefront revealed the lady in black watching us from inside, her fingers working busily between her legs, her eyes half closed with pleasure. You leaned over suddenly and began kissing Jesse, your tongues twining and sliding. Your hand slid down her body, over her ass, and onto my leg. It crept around and reached underneath me to cup my balls. 

As you moved to whisper in my ear, I felt my orgasm begin to strain at me sense. I held back not wanting to lose myself so quickly in hits beautiful body I was fucking. But you brought your mouth near to my ear, and your hand began to stroke my balls faster. I felt myself tense once, then twice and knew that no matter what I was not going to be able to hold on much longer. 

I turned slightly to see the lady in black still standing in her storefront, her eyes closed, her bra on the floor, her hips bucking against her fingers as she obviously came. I felt Jesse shake and tense as her small body rippled with another orgasm, and her tiny pussy once more clamped down on my thrusting cock. 




The Dressing Room Ch. 02



"Hi, this is Raine from the store the other night. I hope you remember me. My..uhm...friend is coming in to town Thursday - will you be able to meet us then? Call me..." Raine hung up from leaving the message on Keely's voice mail. She hadn't stopped thinking of her since that night in the dressing room. 

When Raine told Sir about it, He smiled and then said, "She did take customer service to a whole new level!" 

Raine laughed – He can always make her laugh. He makes her smile inside and out – her body has never felt so alive since He's been caring for in His special way.

Raine's phone rang about an hour later from an unrecognized number. "Raine?" she asked.

"Keely?"

"Yes, it's me! And Thursday is absolutely perfect! I'm closing the store that night and the other girl is a total ditz - she'll do anything I say - including leave if I want her to. So come by the store and we can leave from there!" 

Raine agreed and set the time, then immediately called Him and told Him. He said, "You did well, pet. I'm looking forward to it."

God, how she loved how His voice sends warm currents throughout His body.

Thursday arrived and, as usual, He drove Raine insane all day. She wasn't to be wearing a bra or panties under her dress and all day long she was dripping from what He had her do – but she wasn't allowed to cum. He told her that He could have her morning playtime but couldn't cum.

Raine made the mistake of saying, "What's the point?"

He laughed that wicked laugh and told her that now she MUST play and get close at least twice and at the third time get up and shower and dress for work. She was so edgy while she put on her green and blue print dress with nothing underneath and managed to do her hair and makeup – shaking and aching with need. She went to work and between phone calls and text messages, He drove her to a quivering mess.

Raine went to pick him up at the hotel. He pulled her hair to one side and took a kiss so wild she could barely stand. She could never fully describe what being kissed by Him does to her – but He knows it. He took her against the wall and kissed her again – passionately, taking everything – giving everything – in His kiss. 

"Who owns that pussy, Raine??" He asked.

"You do, Sir," she quickly replied.

"You're aching and dying to be touched, aren't you, Raine? You desperately want to come for me right now, don't you? You're dying for it, body quivering for it." As He talked, He lightly touched her sides, her nipples through the dress, her neck. He had this way of mixing it up – His voice can be stern and His fingers feather-light, or voice and fingers stern, or both light, her body never quite knowing what to expect – but always thrives on what He does to her.

"Yesssssssss, please Sir, let me come. I'm dying for it, needing some release, pleaseeeeeeee, I beg you. Touch me where you own me, Sir," Raine pleaded.

He leaned in and whispered, "I am, Raine, I own ALL of you!"

Raine nods in agreement and whispers that He does. 

"But I know what you need, darling, you need this."

And with no warning at all, He slips 2 fingers up inside her sending her over that edge so fast that she didn't see it coming. Shattering all over His fingers, she vaguely heard His words, "Come, Raine, NOW!!! Come all over my fingers." 

Her bones leaving, her muscles spasming, her blood boiling, she explodes and explodes, unable to stop the currrents that are washing through her body. 

"Who owns you, Raine? Who owns ALL of you?" He asked.

"You do, Sir, you do," she whimpers the response hardly able to talk. He held her right there and sweetly kissed her lips and face as her breathing tried to get more even. 

Then He allowed her to freshen up a little bit more and they left to go to the mall.

He knew Raine was nervous and talked to her the whole time, invoking the fantasy, not necessarily removing the nervousness, but arousing her enough so it pushed it on the back burner. He smiled knowing that His little slut would do all He wanted denying him nothing.

How did He creep inside her so that she felt this way – she'll never know – but He did and she loved it. 

"You want her to touch you again, don't you, Raine? You want her to pinch those nipples and suck them deep in her warm wanting mouth? You want her to leave trails of kisses down your stomach and for her to feel the warmth radiating from your pussy, don't you?" He taunted.

Raine was struggling to concentrate to drive as His fingers went up and down her arm. Then He took her hand from the console and put it on His pants letting her feel how rock hard He was. 

"You make me so hard, Raine." Feeling him through His pants, so hard, got Raine even wetter. Even though she knew that at some point in the evening she'd have it, she wanted him inside her THEN – but He decides when.

They got to the store about 30 minutes before it closed. There were numerous people in there and she was helping customers and the other worker was ringing people up. Raine pointed her out to him and He smiled at her. 

"Show me what you picked out for me, Raine." 

She brought Him over to the corner where the sets that she and Keely picked out were lying on a table. There were some satin and lace combinations, simple and sexy. Raine was lifting some of them up when Keely came up behind her.

"Hi Raine." She greeted her with a soft kiss on the cheek. 

Raine introduced Keely to Him and He just told her to call Him 'Sir' for the evening. She agreed readily and with a tremulous smile. Raine wondered if anyone's ever said no to him. 

"Would you like to see Raine try these on for you, Sir?" she so easily suggested. 

"Yes, I'd like that," He said with a wicked smile. She led the way back to unlock one of the dressing rooms. She let them inside as if it were completely allowed and laid out the beautiful pieces on the little table. She leaned in and moved Raine's hair away from her neck, kissed her right there, then turned to Him and winked.

"I have to go help a client, I'll be back to check on you." She walked out the door leaving Raine a bit breathless and wanting. 

"She's very sexy, Raine. You want her, don't you? You want her touching all of you, making you quiver and wet." He leans in, pushing her against the wall and kisses her possessively. Keely knocked sooner than expected and He opened the door.

"I had to shut the doors because the store is closed. The other girl is finishing up the cash drawer and will be gone shortly." Keely told them. She saw Raine still in her dress and said, "I thought you'd be trying on the sets by now." 

Raine looked from Keely to Sir back to Keely 

"Keely, I told Raine she needed to be wearing no panties today, would you check if she followed that instruction?"

"Oh yes Sir, I'd be happy to." She lifted Raine's dress a little at a time making it slower and the anticipation build. "She is wearing no panties, Sir." 

He looked at Raine's pussy and smiled. Then turned back to Keely. "I told her she needed to be wet for me - always ready for me. Would you check to see if she's wet for me, Keely?"

Raine saw Keely smile wide as she moved her fingers to Raine's inner thighs. Right there could have told Him she was wet, she knew she was dripping. But Keely knew what all of them wanted. She moved her finger ever so lightly against Raine's very wet slit and Raine moaned. "Oh mmmmm." 

Raine reached to hold on to the rail. "Oh yes, Sir, she is wet and ready for you."

He winked at Raine and spoke to Keely again, "I also told her that she was to wear no bra and her nipples needed to be hard for me. Would you check that she followed those directions?" 

Oh God, Raine thought. It was painfully obvious she was wearing no bra and her nipples almost bore a hole in the dress material they were so hard. But Keely played the game and unzipped the dress, then lifted over her head leaving her only in sandals. She looked at Raine and traced the underside of her breasts, hearing her intake of breath. She lightly touched each nipple sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. 

"They are very hard for you. It seems like she followed your instructions to the letter, Sir." 

"Yes, she does do that well. Would you like to kiss those nipples, Keely? I know she's dying for your mouth."

"Oh yes, Sir." She needed no further encouragement and took Raine's left nipple in her mouth and sucked it. 

"Back arched, Raine," He commanded - but her back was already arched and her nipples entered a heaven in Keely's soft wet hot mouth. 

"Switch breasts, Keely, her right is even more sensitive than her left," He said wickedly.

She did and was moaning - the pleasure was so intense. She sucked and nipped at the hard peaks in such a way that was driving Raine insane.

"Look at me, Raine!" He commanded. He saw how close she was to that edge. "You love her mouth on you, don't you, Raine? She sucks you so well, pushing and pushing you closer and closer. What do you want, Raine? Do you want my mouth on your other nipple? Do you want to come? Do you want her mouth to touch you elsewhere?"

He looked in her eyes and saw what He wanted to see. "Come for us, Raine, come NOW."

He stood behind her and kept eye contact in the mirror, held on to her as she shattered in to a million pieces of pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Raine moaned. "Yessssssssssssss, thank you!"

"Keely, do you want to taste her come? Do you want to taste what you just did to her?" He asked.

"Oh yes, I can't believe she came just from her nipples being sucked. What a gift. I want to taste all of her. But right now I have to check on the girl and get her out of here. She straightened her skirt and walked out of the dressing room. 

"You did well, Raine, very well. But you want more, I see it in your eyes. You want her. You want both of us."

He stood so close right behind her so she could feel His rock hard cock against her ass. He was fully clothed, she was naked before Him in the mirror. He smiled. 

"Pinch your nipples, Raine, now! Do it NOW!" She did as He commanded.

"HARDER!" She pinched them harder. "HARDER, STILL, Raine!" She winced but pinch them harder. "Oneeeeee. You love the feeling, don't you, Raine." She nodded her agony. "Twooooooo..... you want to come again for me, Raine, don't you." Again she nodded, desperate.

"Threeeeeeeee, release." she released and started the spontaneous orgasm that so often follows pinching them. "Yes, Raine, COME! NOW!" 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh God, Sirrrrrrrrrrr yessssss!" Raine panted and moaned the orgasm out unable to stop the currents.

"Spread your legs for me and lean over in to the little table." She does as He said as she hears him unbuckling His belt and sliding His pants down. He teases her pussy with the head of His cock. "God, Raine, you're drenched for me. You want this hard cock inside you, don't you?"

"Oh God, Sir, Yes Sir." she said.

"Beg me for it, then. Beg me to give you this hard cock." He commanded.

"Pleaseeeeeee Sir, I do beg you. I need it inside me so bad. I'll do anything for you. Anything!!! Please fuck me with it, pleaseeeeeeeeeee." She was begging with all she had.

"Anything, Raine, yes you will. You'll be Keely and my slave tonight, won't you. You'll do anything I say and come whenever I want you to, won't you?" He teased more.

"Pleaseeeeeee yesssss - anything. I'll DO ANYTHING. Just please Sir - put it inside me!!!" almost crying now.

And He did – He rewarded her – rammed it deep inside of her. So deep, filling her ache. 

Raine heard the keys to the dressing room door and Keely enters, but Raine was beyond caring who saw – all she cared about was His cock inside her filling what she needed filled. In so deep then almost out, rubbing against her clit as He rams inside of her – INNNNN deep...deeper...deeper...Oh God. Almost out and rubbing against the clit again. 

Keely kneeled in front of Raine and started licking her clit and His cock as it went in and out. "Yes Keely - VERY good. Yes...." He said with an intake of breath.

Raine can feel him get harder and harder and her body starts to respond – the orgasm coming from who knows where, imploding inside of her, totally overpowering her body. "Cum for us, Raine, - CUM NOW!!!" He commands and she feels him pound in to her, Keely's tongue at her clit and the waves and waves of pleasure washing through her body. Never before was it so explosive.

He came deep inside her and Keely starts lapping at it, drinking him from inside of her – an act so erotic. Then Keely stood up and kisses Raine deeply – letting her taste both herself and Him but from another's mouth. God!!!

And the night just started...



The Dressing Room Ch. 02



Heather was leaning back on her couch, her blouse unbuttoned to her naval, sipping a martini and smiling up at me. We had arrived back at her house and started making out in the doorway. When I had her blouse open and I was licking the tops of her breasts pushing out of the top of her push-up bra, she stopped me and said we needed to call my mother and let her know I was spending the night.

After the phone call she made martini's as she laughed and occasionally let loose a long, pleasure-filled sigh. "If your mother knew..." she started then laughed. "Oh, she'd kill me.

She sat on the couch and leaned back for me to view her figure. Heather was about five-seven and one-hundred and twenty pounds, with thin, long legs and nicely full hips. Why she wore a girdle I couldn't imagine, unless she thought it made her stomach look flatter. Her free hand traced up the opening of her blouse and lightly glided over her breasts.

"At your age," she said almost absently, "you've probably never seen fake boobs, have you?"

I remembered when I was seventeen that mom said Heather had had surgery. It wasn't until I saw Heather a month later that I knew what the surgery had been. She had gone from a pleasant 32 B, to a perfect, 34 C in that month's time. It only served to make her more desirable to me. Later, I saw her when she showed my mother just how the surgery was done and I watched from a distance as my mother reached out and handled her sisters new breasts in a very tender, loving and sensual way. That image alone was worth a good three months of jerking off. Eight months after the surgery, her relationship with Al had ended and that was when she swore off men. To the best of my knowledge, she hadn't dated anyone since.

"I liked touching them." I finally said in response to her comment about her fake breasts. 

"There will be plenty more of that." She said with a smile, adding, "And other things."

I sipped my martini and sat down next to her on the couch. "You're very beautiful." I said sincerely.

She smiled broadly, reaching out to touch my arm, she said, "We didn't buy you anything at the store, did we?"

The intent of the trip to the store was for Heather to buy me some new clothes for the summer. Heather sold real estate and was quite successful at it, she had money and liked to spend it on her family and friends. The shopping trip was something we had started when I first went off to college. We had picked up a couple pairs of slacks when we heard the sounds coming out of the dressing room. That ended the shopping trip and started something better. "I'm not complaining." I replied honestly.

"I had to look." She said. "I had to see what they were doing. I mean, I knew what they were doing, but I wanted to see it. It made me very excited."

"Me too. I was embarrassed that my hard one was pressing against you in the changing room."

"Yes." She said as he smile broadened even more at the memory, "I couldn't believe how hard you were." She rose up on the couch so she was next to me, "It made me all the more excited."

We kissed and she reached down and felt the outline of my cock in my jeans. Her tongue licked at my lips and darted in and out of my mouth playfully. My hand found its way inside her blouse and inside her bra, zeroing in on her hard, protruding nipple. She moaned and pulled back her smile beaming brightly at me.

"You know what I like?" She asked.

"Tell me."

Heather set her drink down and pulled open her blouse more so I could see her breasts pushing against the fabric of her bra. "I like my lover to cum on my tits and neck. I love the feel of cum on my skin. Maybe some on my face, too. Would you like that?"

I nodded, "Yes." I had dated a girl in college with size 36D tits and I wanted to fuck them so badly, but she never would let me do that, let alone cum on her tits and neck.

Heather undid the snap on the front of her bra, revealing her perfectly shaped and perky breasts. They stood firm before me with quarter-sized areolas and perky, quarter-inch nipples. She cupped her breasts in her hands as if to offer them up to me. "Would you like to cum on these?"

I set my drink down and leaned into her, my face going directly for her right breast. I touched it and kissed her breast, I licked the nipple and nibbled lightly on it. Everything I did seemed to bring loud gasps of pleasure from her.

Heather pushed me back and smiled broadly at me, her eyes had a wild look I had never seen before. "I think I need to suck on something." She said and started working on my jeans zipper. With her long, manicured nails, she fumbled with the zipper. Heather looked up at me, "I'm afraid I need some help with this."

I stood from the couch and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Heather reached up and tugged at the waist of my jeans and pulled them quickly down to my knees. My cock stood out over the top of my briefs and she pulled back and smiled up at me. "Oh, I can smell my scent on you."

I pushed my briefs down and my cock stood at attention before her. Heather reached out and stroked my cock with her soft hand. Her touch felt so good, her hand moved perfectly on me, not too rough, not too lightly. She moaned lightly and licked her lips. "I bet you never thought this would happen, did you?" She said and put her lips on the head of my cock.

She was right, I never thought something like this would happen. I had fantasized about having sex with her, just as I had fantasized about having sex with my own mother and about three-quarters of my mother's friends and acquaintances. I was a horny young man and had always wanted to have sex since I got my first hard on. But, a blow-job from my aunt, no, I had never thought it would happen.

I watched as Heather's lips opened and she slowly moved down the shaft of my cock. I'm not a huge guy, my cock is just a little more than six inches, but it has some girth to it that my old girlfriend said was something women liked. I watched my Aunt's mouth stretch to get around my cock as she continued to take it deeper into her mouth. She moaned and looked up at me and I could see the delight in her eyes as she slowly started moving back and forth. It didn't take her long and she was sucking my cock with great perfection. Her motions were faster and her mouth was tight on my shaft and in no time at all I thought I might cum again.

Heather released my cock from her mouth and put her hand back on it. She looked up at me, "I can taste us." 

"You keep doing that and you're going to taste more of me." I replied.

Heather laughed and kissed the head of my cock, "Not yet...not yet." Her mouth engulfed my cock again and I started pushing my cock in and out of her mouth in a quicker pace. Her mouth felt so good and I really wanted to unload there. Again, Heather pulled back and wrapped her fingers around my cock. "Oh you are an aggressive young man."

Heather reached out and grabbed her martini glass and took a sip from her drink. "Don't be in too big of a rush for something that will happen anyway."

"Your mouth feels so good." I said.

She rose from the couch, one hand still on my cock, the other on her martini and kissed me on the chin. "Let's go to the bedroom."

The bedroom was as large as my mother's living room and the bed looked to be twice the size of my Queen sized bed. The room was dimly lit, small ceiling lights cast little pools of light from the doorway to the foot of the bed. A painting over the bed showed a man and a woman intertwined in a red sheet as if floating on air. I noticed the woman's mouth, open as if to emit a scream of ecstasy. The painting was tasteful, not completely lurid; one really had to study it to see the two of them were in the throws of lovemaking. 

Heather moved to one side of the bed and pulled off her blouse and bra. Her upper body was slim, save for her breasts that jutted out from her ribcage, her skin was lightly tanned and smooth in the dim lighting. She pushed down her skirt and then worked to pull down her girdle. I could see that her abdomen wasn't as tight as her upper body appeared to be. Her hips had a little more meat on them than I first thought, but her legs were nice and toned. 

I stood at the foot of the bed and removed my t-shirt and then pulled off my socks. We stood about six feet apart staring at each other and admiring each other's form. Heather pulled back the covers on the bed and knelt on the bed before me. Her hand stretched out to me and I took it with mine and joined her on the bed. We kissed lightly at first and then more passionately.

My hands searched over her supple skin, moving from her arms to her beasts and down to her hips. Heather put a hand on my hand and whispered to me, "You can't tell anyone about this, you do understand that, right? We can have a lot of fun. I'll make every fantasy you've ever had, come true, but it's all between you and I."

I would have agreed to anything at that moment. I kissed her as I thought of one fantasy that could create a problem with her proclamation, "What if my fantasies involve a third party?"

Heather nibbled on my ear and chuckled lightly, "That's understood, and, I might add, expected."

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, twisting as I did, we went down on the bed together. My hands quickly caressed her body as I kissed her neck and pushed my cock hard against her hip. "You are my fantasy, Heather."

She spread her legs and I moved on top of her. "Aaron, you have no idea how much of a fantasy this is for me."

I pushed the head of my cock against her pussy and she moaned and arched her back. I slipped inside of her wet and warm pussy for the second time that evening. Her arms encircled my back and pulled me tight to her as we kissed lustfully and passionately deep. Her hands went down to my ass and pulled me deeper into her. I started fucking her with long, hard strokes and with each pump of my hips she pulled me hard into her pussy.

We were fucking hard and fast when she started cumming again. Each time she came, her pussy gushed more fluid over my cock and her body arched into mine as she moaned loud and strong. After the last flood soaked me she pushed me off of her and asked breathlessly, "Are you going to cum?"

"Soon." I replied.

She moved down on the bed and pushed her breasts together for me. "Fuck my tits and cum on my neck."

I did what I was told and slid my cock between those perfectly shaped breasts and her soft, sweat covered skin. Fantasy upon fantasy upon fantasy; it was all too exciting, between watching my cock slide between her breasts and her loud moans I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I came again. I shot twice onto her neck and then she opened her mouth and I rose up and shot a steam over her face. Heather moved down again and took what was left into her mouth, literally draining me of all the fluid I had.

I collapsed next to her with a heavy, happy sigh of complete contentment. I looked over and saw Heather wipe a glob of cum from her neck with her finger and take it into her mouth. She greedily sucked her finger clean. She smiled at me and rose up on her elbows. "I think we need to thank that woman at the department store, don't you?"

At the time, I didn't know exactly what she meant; I was too tired and worn to think about her words. I was too happy to consider what could be more exciting than what had just happened. But, my Aunt Heather was already making plans to fulfill all my fantasies.



The Dressing Room Ch. 02



I clamped down with my will, and held on, savoring the feel of her skin and the wet tightness she was giving me. 

You whispered then in my ear "Please hurry, I want you to come." I asked breathlessly why you wanted me to come so badly. You smiled wickedly at me, and let your new coat fall open. Underneath you were still naked save for a new pair of thigh high boots. 

I felt my control slip as you leaned close again to whisper to me. "Because," you said, "once you come I am going to lick her, and you are going to fuck me from behind while I do." That did it. My entire world suddenly collapsed into a white hot tunnel of ecstasy as I came inside Jesse. 

Jesse screamed out loud as she felt the sudden rush of heat inside her. Her back arched and her pink nipples rubbed over and over against the wet surface of my car as her entire body bucked against me. Come began to leak out around my cock as I filled her, and you immediately began to lick to exposed skin. My orgasm and Jesse's both seemed to last forever, then suddenly sound and light rushed back in. I had to catch myself and instead leaned over Jesse's body. We lay there together panting, both of us smiling and enjoying the cool rain on our bodies. 

I tell you to give me just a moment, and then I will let you at her. As usual, though, you have already taken things in hand. I feel your tongue run down my cock and onto her skin as you kneel down behind me. 

And I stand there in the rain, outside, with two almost naked women pleasuring me, and each other, and smile. It has been an exquisite day, and looks to be an even better night.



The Dressing Room Ch. 03



Two days passed since I had seen my Aunt at her house. My dick got hard every time I thought about our encounter. I could still see her lying beneath me, my cock sliding between her tits, the sound of her moans filling my ears. She had said we'd get together again and that I needed to be patient, but I was young and horny and I wanted more.

I had gone on a jog to clear my mind and had decided I would drive by her house after dinner and see if she was around. When I got home, the phone was ringing. My mother took the call and I heard her laugh and say Heathers name. After a brief conversation, my mother called to me: "Heather wants to know if you can meet her at the mall for dinner?"

I was stunned, but managed to reply with a definite, yes.

I showered and shaved in record time and hurried out the door to go and see my favorite Aunt. I made it to the mall in a little over twenty minutes and hurried to the door where my Aunt had told me to meet her. Much to my chagrin, she wasn't there; I had to be patient.

Ten minutes passed and finally my Aunt showed. She was wearing a short leather skirt and a tight white blouse that was unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage. She smiled broadly when she saw me and I could see her nipples through the thin material of her blouse. It was all I could do to keep my surging hard-on from ripping through my pants.

Heather quickly grabbed my arm with a sense of urgency and pulled me close to her. "She's working tonight."

I was still looking at her pert nipples poking through the blouse. "Who?"

"The lady in the Department store, the one from the dressing room." She replied quickly.

"Yes?" I was uncertain where this was going.

"I have a plan." Heather said excitedly, "you have to be in the dressing room at eight o'clock."

Here I was thinking that we would meet at the mall then hurry back to her place for some wild sex, but Heather seemed to have plans to watch this woman give head again in one of the dressing rooms. I nodded agreement imagining that this is what she needed to get her going. It was a little after six so we decided to go have dinner and then go to the department store to "shop". 

Dinner was fun, on top of being sexy and rich; Heather was really a great person to talk to. We both had fish and shared a small carafe of wine with our dinner. At 7:30 Heather paid the bill and said she would meet me in the dressing room around eight. With that, she took off and I was left wondering what her big plan was.

A little before eight I found my way to the infamous dressing room where Heather and I had had our first encounter. I took a pair of slacks in to one of the rooms and waited on the small seat. I didn't have to wait long as I heard a woman's voice in the doorway of the dressing room area.

"I think you picked out the perfect outfit."

I peered out through the crack in the door and saw the same woman from the dressing room we had seen the other night enter the main dressing room area followed closely by my Aunt Heather. The woman looked around and then gestured to one of the larger dressing rooms. "If you go inside you can try on that outfit."

Heather held up a sheer top and a mini-skirt. "You'll stay here in case I need some help?"

The woman smiled warmly at Heather. "Anything you need, just holler."

Heather smiled back and touched the woman's arm in an affectionate and tender way, "Oh, I might need a lot." 

Both women laughed and Heather closed the door. I could see the woman smile and step back from the door of the dressing room. She smoothed her own skirt with her hands and turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She turned sideways and admired her ample breasts, running a hand over them and smiling a devilish smile.

"Something like this might look better on a busty woman like yourself." Heather said from the dressing room. She opened the dressing room door and stood before the woman with the sheer top on and no bra on underneath. My Aunt's tits stood out perfectly against the material. 

The woman stared at Heather's breasts for a moment and then finally said, "I think it compliments you well. I just wouldn't go out in public like that, you'd cause some serious accidents you'd be such a distraction."

"My tits are too small to be a distraction." Heather laughed, "That's why this would look better on someone like you."

The woman was quite flattered by Heather's comments and beamed brightly at her. "You're always so sweet."

"You have no idea how sweet I can be." Heather said flashing her most devious and alluring smile at her.

"Did you try on the mini-skirt yet?"

Heather turned around and said, "My zipper here seems to be giving me some problems, can you get it for me?"

The woman eagerly reached for the zipper on the back of Heather's leather skirt and Heather stepped further inside the dressing room causing the woman to follow her in. After a moment, I heard the zip of the zipper and then Heather said, "No, don't go yet, stay here with me."

"Don't you wear any underwear?" The woman asked.

"It only gets in the way should someone try to get at me." Heather responded quickly.

"You have a very nice figure." The woman said in a hushed and breathy voice.

"Oh, but I like a figure like yours." Heather replied. "And you've got those nice, kissable lips that everyone loves."

I had to take a chance now as I knew what Heather was doing. I slipped from the confines of the dressing room into the main area so I could see inside the room my Aunt was in. Just as I suspected, Heather was reaching out and touching the woman's right breast with her hand. After a moment the woman pulled back and drew a deep breath.

"You're quite forward." The woman said.

"Just admiring."

"You're trying to seduce me."

Heather smiled and moved closer to the woman. "I'm attracted to you."And with that, Heather planted a soft kiss directly on the woman's lips. The woman did not pull back.

Heather's hand went back up to the woman's breast and squeezed it gently. The woman moaned and opened her mouth allowing Heather to slide her tongue in. After a moment of heavy kissing and serious groping, the woman pulled back as if to catch her breath.

"I could get fired for doing this."

Heather began to unbutton the woman's blouse. "You could get fired for blowing that guy in here the other night."

The woman straightened up as if stuck by a needle in the ass. "What? How? Who told you that?"

"No one told me." Heather said confidently, "I saw you do it."

The woman put her hands to her face in embarrassment. "Oh, my gosh. You 're not going to tell are you?"

Again that mischievous smile of Heather's returned, "Not if you let me fuck your face, too."

The woman lowered her hands and stared at Heather in disbelief. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Did you like it when I kissed you? And touched you?"

"Well -- yes." The woman replied slowly.

"Ever been with a woman before?"

"I've been kissed before." 

Heather kissed her lightly on the lips again, "But you've never eaten pussy before, have you?"

The woman shook her head no.

Heather put a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Then get on your knees."

"But, but, I could get fired." The woman pleaded weakly.

"The store is less busy than it was the other night, dear." Heather said. "And I know your boss is out sick and you're closing up tonight. Besides, I promise I won't be loud."

The woman looked as if she might turn and run, but then, her knees buckled slightly as she bent and kissed Heather on the neck and her hand came up and gently cupped Heather's left breast. Heather smiled at me over the woman's shoulder as she applied a little more pressure to the woman's shoulder and the woman went down to her knees before her. The woman slowly kissed Heather's abdomen as her hand moved between Heather's legs. I saw Heather's mouth open with a look of surprise and joy when the woman found her hot spot. Heather leaned back into the corner of the room and let the woman lap away at her clitoris.

Heather put her hand on the back of the woman's head as she lowered herself down onto the small seat in the corner of the room. "Just like that...yes...yes...suck on it a little..." Heather coached her in a soft, yet firm voice of experience. "Finger me. You know what a woman likes, honey...oh, yes...yes." A minute passed then Heather came. I saw her eyes roll up and her mouth open as her hand pressed harder against the back of the woman's head.

The woman pulled back and ran her fingers over her lips to wipe off the extra juice from my Aunt's hot pussy. Heather seemed to emerge from a cloud, her eyes focusing; mouth closing and then she bent and kissed the woman passionately on the mouth. The woman fondled Heather's breasts and pushed herself hard against my Aunt's face. They broke the kiss and the woman stood and started to squirm out of her skirt, but Heather still had other plans.

Heather started to unbutton the woman's blouse and touch her breasts through the bra. "I wan to see your tits." Heather said as the woman's skirt fell to the floor. 

Quickly, the woman reached behind her, inside her blouse and undid the clasps on her bra. My Aunt put her mouth to the woman's left tit as soon as it became free to her. After licking her for several seconds, Heather looked up at her and said, "What else would you like to do, Peg?"

Just then a woman carrying an armful of pants and blouses walked into the dressing room. I quickly darted back inside the room I had come from and hoped that my Aunt and her new friend would not get caught. The woman with the clothes stopped and held up a blouse to her chest and shook her head no. Then she held up a pair of slacks and tried to match them with different blouses, but nothing seemed to work to her approval. 

"C'mon, mom!" A young girl called from the edge of the dressing room. "I still want to go check out shoes and they'll close in half an hour."

The woman frowned at the mirror then checked one last pair of slacks with a brightly colored blouse. Her face looked grim as she huffed and threw the clothes onto a nearby rack and exited the room. 

I didn't move from my spot for a moment because I figured Peg, the saleswoman would be checking to be sure the coast was clear and I didn't want her to see me. Then, I heard Peg whisper something about that being close followed by a deliciously soft moan. I waited another thirty seconds before exiting the room.

Peg was gripping the door with one hand and her head was thrown back in a fit of ecstasy. From the sounds I could hear, I was guessing that Heather was now returning the favor of licking pussy. The saleswoman wouldn't have noticed if I peered over the door next to her head, but I thought I had better make sure there were no more interruptions.

I went back to the entranceway to the dressing area and looked around the store. The area was nearly empty save for a few shoppers who were just milling about. I saw one sales clerk, a man in his early twenties down the isle about half the store away. Another clerk was at the cash register near the front of the store. I stepped back and pulled the clothes rack in front of the entranceway. I had seen this done at other department stores and it suggested the dressing rooms were closed. If nothing else, we should hear if someone was coming into the area.

The rack in place I slipped back to where my Aunt had just finished giving Peg a great orgasm. Heather stood with her arms over Peg's shoulders kissing her passionately. When Heather broke the kiss she smiled at the flushed sales woman and said, "Now you know what you taste like. You taste good."

"Heather!" Peg exclaimed, "I never imagined."

"You never imagined what?"

"That—that I'd ever allow myself to do this."

Heather smiled and bent and licked Peg's left breast playfully. "You're a vibrant woman who likes sex. You enjoy pleasing men, but you seldom allow yourself to be pleased." Heather said pulling back and admiring Peg's large breasts. "You need to realize, its fun to share in the pleasing -- getting what you give in return."

Peg started to hook up her bra and Heather stopped her. "We're not done yet."

The saleswoman just stared at her in disbelief. "I've got to close up shop and -- and why don't we meet for a drink after I finish, say about ten?"

Heather sat down on the little seat and opened the blouse up. "But, I want you to suck on my tits now."

Peg seemed a little flustered, "Heather, you've got beautiful breasts, but I -- I need to do some things. They'll be looking for me. If we meet after work we can go to my place and -- "

Heather cupped her breasts and said, "You have to learn to smell the roses while there are roses. And, there's a young man standing outside the door with a raging hard on he's just dying to give you."

Peg turned quickly and saw me standing just to the right of the door. Her face turned crimson with embarrassment. She started to hurriedly hook her bra and try to cover her breasts, but Heather stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.

"Peg, bend down here and lick my nipples and let young Aaron there please you while you please me."

I entered the room and unzipped my pants, quickly pushing them down to my ankles. My cock stood at attention right next to Peg's full hips. Peg looked from me to Heather and then down to my cock. She started to speak, but again, Heather stopped her.

"Peg, you've got time to enjoy yourself. That man from the other night enjoyed himself. You have a right to have some extra pleasure."

Peg looked at me, "How long have you been watching?"

"I liked the way you licked Heather's pussy." I told her, letting her know that I'd been there for everything.

"I just—I just don't know." Peg stammered.

Heather gestured toward the mirror to her left. "Won't it be exciting to look into the mirror and see your mouth on my tit and then see this young man fucking you from behind?"

I was fairly certain that the sales woman would freeze and not be able to move or she'd just run out of the room in a mad dash trying to gather her clothes about her as she did. But then, my Aunt raised up and licked one of Pegs nipples and let her tongue drag up over the nipple, up the breast to Peg's neck, then chin and ultimately to her mouth. She kissed her deeply and Peg embraced Heather and kissed her back just as hard. Slowly, Heather eased back and as she did Peg leaned over with her until she was bent perfectly at the waist. 

I slipped behind her and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel her juices drip over the head of my cock and it was even more exciting to think that those juices were combined with my Aunt's saliva. I slid in a little and heard Peg gasp lightly then I pushed a little harder and I was in deep as Peg moaned into Heather's mouth.

From the angle I had I could see the two women kissing in the mirror and I could see half of my body as I started sliding in and out of Peg's soaking wet pussy. For as wet as she was, the sales woman was also quite tight. I grabbed her fleshy hips with both hands and continued to force myself deeper into her wet cavern. She stopped kissing Heather and was just bracing herself against the wall of the room with one hand while she kneaded Heather's breast with the other. I could see Heather was moving her head so she could try to lick Peg's large tits. 

Suddenly, Peg was cumming and her pussy tightened down around my cock sending a delightful shockwave through my body. Peg groaned as quietly as she could, but it was still fairly loud in the small room. Her pulsing pussy and animal groans turned me on even more and I knew I was going to cum too. 

I let my cock slip out just before came and pushed hard against the outside of Peg's pussy lips. Her thighs clamped down on me and I shot my load directly onto my Aunt's tits, neck and chin. I continued to spasm and my cum dripped down Peg's legs to her knees. 

Without a word from either of us, Peg dropped to her knees and began to lick my cum off of Heather's tits. I grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand and scooped up a load of cum off of Heather's neck and spread it over Peg's face. My Aunt greedily sat up and pulled Peg to her and started kissing her wildly. Her tongue darted over Peg's lips and cheeks taking in my cum. Peg smeared more of my cum over my Aunt's full chest and then she was laughing.

"I'm going to smell like sex." She finally said.

Heather leaned back with a wicked look on her face and sucked playfully on one of her cum covered fingers. "Isn't it great to be covered in sex?"

The sales woman looked back at me, my cock standing at half-mast just next to her shoulder. She kissed my cock and then took it into her mouth with a warm, happy sigh. She let it go as Heather stood.

"I want more." She said to us both.

"Where was it you wanted to meet for a drink?" Heather asked.

"Screw the drink!" Peg replied. "Let's just meet at my place. I've got a couple bottles of wine and a Queen sized bed that hasn't seen any action in a year."

Heather gathered up her clothes and started to dress. "We'll be there in an hour."

Outside I got into Heather's car with her. She turned to me and kissed me very hard and deep. I could taste some of my own cum on her lips.

"I told you we'd have fun." Heather said as she broke the kiss.

"How'd you know she'd -- that she would fuck you?" 

"I've been here the last two nights getting to know her." Heather said with a smile. "She's been dying for someone—man or woman—to please her."

"You're amazing, Heather." I said as I leaned into her and kissed her again. "I'm afraid to ask what's next."

That wicked smile returned to Heather's face. "You mean after we fuck this woman silly tonight?"

I nodded, "Yeah, these last few days have just been one surprise after another."

"Oh," Heather said with a beaming smile, "There's plenty more to come my young man. Plenty more surprises." She pulled a lipstick from her purse and started to apply a fresh coat to her lips in the rearview mirror. When she was finished she looked at me. "Let's get through tonight and we'll see what tomorrow will bring.



The Dressing Room Ch. 04



After the all-night event with the woman from the Department store, Heather and I spent a day alone, just lounging around her house. She tried to teach me things about women, about sex, and ultimately about life; for the most part, I was really only interested in those things she taught me about sex. Still, I listened intently and enjoyed our day together. We had sex in every room in her house and twice in the hot tub. She was tireless in her desire for sex and her desire to please me. 

I went home early the next day, tired and sore, but still wanting more. If not for my mother calling and asking for me to come home to help her around the house, I never would have left Heather's house. As it was, I was so tired that I really wasn't much help to my mother.

A few days passed and I visited Heather for an afternoon fuck-fest. She met me at the door with a small, red teddy on and matching high-heeled shoes. Before I was even inside the door she was on her knees sucking my cock. A couple of minutes later I was shooting my load down her throat. From there she made me lunch and we sat in the hot tub drinking wine and talking about sex once again.

"What's been your favorite thing so far, Aaron?" She asked me.

I didn't have to think much about it, "When we went to the sales ladies house, Peg's house , and you two were sixty-nining and I was able to alternate between fucking her and you sucking my cock."

Heather beamed, "Oh I liked that, too. Tasting her pussy on your cock and then when you came in her and your cum drained out of her pussy right into my mouth. OH!" Heather ran a hand over her breasts as she closed her eyes in a look of ecstasy. "That was so hot."

"Of course," I added, "the first night with you here will always be my favorite."

Heather set her glass down on the edge of the hot tub and moved over to me and kissed me deeply. "You're the sweetest young man. I need to do something very special for you."

"You mean sucking my cock as soon as I walked in the door wasn't something special?"

"Oh," Heather grinned and then kissed me again, "I think we both thought that was special." She pulled back a little more and smiled, "Any fantasies? Want me to dress up like a hooker? A female cop? I have a nice French maid's outfit."

I liked the French maid outfit idea, but I had another idea. "I don't have a lot of fantasies, really." I confessed. "But there is something I think would be pretty hot."

Heather's smile broadened and her eyes lit up, "Oh, I'm dying to hear."

I gulped some wine and thought about how to say it. "You know I liked watching you when you were touching yourself."

Heather rose up out of the water and ran her wet hands over her glistening, full, firm breasts. "You mean, like this?" She teased.

"Yes." I answered as I watched her knead her breasts with her hands. "And when you finger yourself and rub your clit, too."

"Oh, would you like to jack off on my face while I do that infront of you?"

"Not a bad idea." I commented, my cock returning to full hardness just at the thought of it. "But I'd like to get a blow job from another woman while I watch you masturbate."

"That's it?" Heather asked with a slight grin. "You don't want to fuck her or have her and I do anything to you?"

"I just think it would be so sexy to watch you while another woman—someone, a stranger maybe—was sucking my cock."

Heather continued rubbing her breast with one hand while she picked up her glass of wine and sipped it. She studied me with a smile on her face the whole time. "Any particular age? Maybe there's a girl you went to high school with that you have been wanting to get a blow job from?"

I thought about it for a moment. Getting a girl my own age would be okay and kind of fun, but I wanted someone different, someone closer to Heather's age, someone who knew, like Heather did, how to really give a blow job. "Nah, most girls my age don't know how to suck a cock."

"Peg? The sales woman?"

"No." I replied, "But someone like her, maybe." I actually did have a couple of ideas, but I had no idea on how to propose them. One was my mother's friend, Adrianna, who had a nice little body and a great pair of lips that I've often fantasized about fucking. The other was my own mother. But, mom was really somewhat of a prude and if she knew about me and Heather, she'd flip, let alone the idea of me wanting to get a blow job from her while I watched her sister play with herself.

Heather set her wine glass down and her hand went straight to her clit. She started rubbing her clit lightly. "This turns me on. You telling me what you want. I'd like to give you exactly what you want."

"But you already give me exactly what I want." I replied as I stood from the water and met Heather in the middle of the hot tub. She kissed me hard, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to her. Heather hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around my back and nearly impaling herself on my cock. We had to maneuver a little bit, but then I was inside of her. With my hands on her ass she bounced up and down on my cock.

After a minute or so of fucking like that I lowered her down into the water so she was half on one of the seats and I was on the floor between her legs. I continued to pump at her pussy while she played with her clit. From this position I could watch her fingers and squeeze her tits at the same time. Suddenly, Heather sat upright and smashed her face to mine in a frenzied kiss. We went backwards, but managed to keep our heads above water. When she broke the kiss she stood up and grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my face into her crotch.

"Suck my clit!" She nearly screamed. "Oh, Oh! You make me so fucking horny I can't stand it."

And then she was cumming. Her hands held my face tight against her clit as she ground her hips into my teeth and lips. When she was finished she nearly fell down in the water. Heather pulled herself up and fumbled for her wine glass. She took a big drink of wine and sighed heavily. "Oh, you just don't know how much I want to please you!"

"Heather, you please me more than I ever imagined possible."

She drank more wine and smiled that amazingly wicked and fun smile, "You're going to get more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible. I think I know just what you want."

A week passed and I hardly heard from Heather. I started to think that maybe I had pissed her off somehow. On the other hand, my mom went out with Heather twice during the week. Once they went shopping and another time they met for dinner. 

I thought this was a bit unusual, seeing as my mom wasn't a big shopper and her and Heather were never the closest sisters one could meet. It wasn't that they didn't get along, it was just that they were different. Heather had always been independent and strong and my mother always seemed quieter and much more dependent on those around her. Heather was outgoing and funny and dressed in the latest fashions while my mom was a jeans and flannel shirt kind of woman. Heather was proud of her body and wreaked of sexuality and my mom seemed to hide her body and never came across as being a sexual person at all.

Well, I shouldn't say my mother was never sexual. One year for Halloween she dressed up as a hooker and took everyone by surprise. I think it was when I first realized my mom had breasts. With all the baggy clothes she wore and loose fitting shirts, I had never even thought about her having breasts.

Though I never saw her body much, I always thought my mom had a pretty face. She had big eyes like Heathers, but her nose was a shade more perfect, her cheekbones a little more prominent and her lips a little fuller. She had beautiful skin and when she wore her hair down (which she seldom did), it framed her face in such a way that one couldn't help but find her very attractive. 

My mom and dad seemed to have no real sex life that I was aware of. Dad traveled a lot and mom worked part-time at a hardware store. They were the type of couple that just passed each other and kind of kissed at the air in the direction of the other person. I hadn't even seen my dad hug my mom in probably three or four years. A friend of mine had suggested that my dad was probably getting some pussy when he traveled. I didn't know what to think, neither one of them seemed to have any real passion or desire in them. 

School was nearly over and I had planned on working the summer with a lawn care service that was run by my friend's dad. After class one day I swung by my friend's house and caught up with his dad who told me he'd be glad to have me working with him again. I got home just about five and mom was in the basement on the treadmill. She was pretty good about working out at least a couple days a week. 

I came down the stairs into the basement and there was mom, running hard on the treadmill, dressed in a sweatshirt and shorts. She had a white headband on that kept the hair out of her eyes. Through the sweatshirt, I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric. 

"Call Heather." My mom said breathlessly as I came down to the basement.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Good, I got six hours in at Hanson's." She referred to the Hardware store by the owner's name. Typically, she got a four hour shift, but this was the third day she had worked more than that. "And I had lunch with Heather." She smiled.

"Does she have more yard work for me?" I asked thinking about Heather's invitation to get me over to the house to work, and undoubtedly have wild sex. I tried not to act too excited.

"She just said to call her when you got home. I thought you'd be home earlier."

I told her about stopping by to see Jimmy's dad and said that I was looking forward to working this summer. 

"You'll get all tan again." My mom said as she slowed her pace on the treadmill.

"I remember you used to tan your legs in the summer." 

She shrugged, "Maybe I will again. It was easy when we used to go to the beach."

"That was ten years ago, mom." I was suddenly hit with a flashback of my mother in a bikini and was surprised that I had forgotten how good she had looked in it.

"Well, you'll learn, life gets in the way of all the things you want."

I watched her breasts bounce up and down inside the sweatshirt as she increased her stride and bounced more on the treadmill. "Heather seems to get what she wants and more."

"That's my sister." She commented softly, adding, "She was never one to let life pass her by."

"You two have been hanging out a lot this week."

My mother nodded and slowed her pace even more, taking smaller strides now. "We have and I'm glad." I saw a wry smile on her lips. "We were so close when we were younger."

"Heather's a good influence on you." I said. "You seem a little happier this week."

"I think it helps to have someone I can just be myself with and relax." She looked at the clock and pointed to the phone on the wall, "You better call her. I think she wanted you to come by tonight for something."

With that comment my cock nearly burst through my jeans. The thought of Heather being anxious to see me was very exciting. I thought about using the phone upstairs, but then decided it would be better to not look like I was trying to hide something so I used the phone there in the basement.

The phone call was quick and simple. Heather said she had a project for me to work on and wondered of I could come over and she'd make me dinner while I did the work for her. She added that she would pay me with cash and "benefits". I knew what the benefits would be and again I found it difficult to maintain my composure. 

After I hung up the phone I turned toward the stairs trying to conceal my growing hard on. "Heather's going to cook me dinner if I come over tonight and do some work for her."

"Make sure she pays you." Mom said. "You do an awful lot for her and I hope she's paying you well."

"Oh yeah." I started up the stairs as mom dismounted the treadmill. "She pays me pretty well."

I stopped and watched mom stretch. She spread her legs and bent over at the waist facing away from me. She was very flexible I noticed as she touched the floor with the palms of her hands. She looked at me from between her legs.

"What are you staring at?" She said with a smile.

"Didn't realize you were so flexible. Pretty good for an old broad." I laughed.

Mom stood up quickly and turned toward me, "I'll show you who's an 'old broad'!"

"Just kidding, mom." I sprinted up the stairs. I heard her laugh as I reached the top of the stairs.

At Heather's house we had sex about two minutes after I was in the front door. She greeted me in a silky robe and high heels; under the robe she only wore a g-string. We had hot and heavy sex on the couch and I came on her chest when I finished. Heather lay on the couch running her manicured nails through the cum.

"You know, you don't have to wait for me to call you to come over." She lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked the cum off of her nails.

"Well, I just thought it looked better if you invited me over." I leaned away from her.

"I think I'd like it if you surprised me from time to time." Her fingers returned to the gray-white liquid that pooled between her breasts. "Can't you just tell your mom you're going to the mall and then come over and fuck me? I wouldn't keep you all night."

"I don't typically tell mom where I'm going. I just don't want to get to the point where you're tired of seeing me."

Heather smiled broadly, "I can't even imagine such a thing. Besides, if you were to come over, unexpectedly some time, you might get a surprise."

"A surprise?" I asked.

"You just never know." She lifted her fingers over her face, tilter her head back and let several drops of cum fall onto her lips and into her mouth.

"I'd hate to catch you with another guy."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about something like that. I'm thinking it would be some kind of pleasant surprise." She lowered her fingers to her lips and licked the cum off and sucked on them momentarily. She withdrew her fingers and smiled at me. "Say if you were to come over, unexpectedly, Saturday night about nine? I bet you would get a pleasant surprise."

I spent the next couple of days in a state of constant excitement. I had a hard time concentrating on my homework and anything other than the surprise that awaited me at Heather's house. We had a complete, no-holds-barred relationship that was more exciting than anything I had ever dreamt of. But now, Heather was taking it one step further, and I couldn't even imagine what it would be.

Saturday morning I got up and went for a run to help burn off the nervous energy I had. When I came home, mom was just getting ready to run to the mall and asked me if I wanted to go. I couldn't imagine going to the mall where everything had started with Heather, not in my current state, so I decided to stay home and study for a final that was coming up next week and maybe I'd fix the gutter on the house that was damaged. I had to keep myself busy.

Mom was gone for a couple of hours and I couldn't study so I fixed the gutter, cleaned my room and trimmed the tree next to the house. Mom came home with a new dress, new shoes and some other clothes. I was sawing up a big branch in the backyard and she came out to show me the dress.

"I'm going out with some friends tonight for dinner and thought with the extra hours I've been working that I should get a new dress. What do you think?" She held the dress against her body and I could see it would be fairly form-fitting. The dress was white with black trim with a slit on the side that looked to run up to the middle of her hip.

"Looks great, mom." I said, trying to keep from sounding too excited. "Is dad going to be home tonight?"

"No, he's in Dallas tonight and won't be home until Tuesday."

"Is this the usual dinner with Adrianna and her husband and their friends?"

"Pretty much." She turned to go back into the house. "Tonight we're going to a fancy restaurant downtown, though. Not the usual steak and potato place."

Adrianna's husband was an Orthodontist with a huge practice and they gathered their friends together every couple of months to go out to dinner. There were usually three or four couples that went, but lately, with all the traveling my dad was doing, my mom had stopped going. I was glad to see her going and doing something nice for herself. Also, this meant I wouldn't have to explain where I was going when I left later in the evening.

Mom left the house about five all decked out and looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her look. Her hair was up and she had her make up done perfectly; she was wearing white shoes with a nice two inch heel and stockings that made her legs look perfect. She seemed very happy and I was really glad for her. She deserved to be happy. 

I decided I'd go see a movie and found one that finished about 8:15 so I could easily be to Heather's house around nine with no problem. The movie was good, but I was still distracted and never got completely immersed in it. I left the theater and drove slowly toward Heather's house on the other side of town.

Heather had instructed me to come around the back of the house by the hot tub. She said she would be in the living room and I should stay outside and watch through the windows and wait for her signal to come in. I parked next to the fence off the alley and walked through the hedges to the back gate.

I locked the gate once I was inside the backyard and walked down the stone path to the hot tub. The house looked fairly dark through the windows, but then I saw the flicker of candle light and I saw that there were a few lights on in the living room, but they were all muted. Upon closer inspection, I could see that Heather had draped dark scarves over a couple of the light fixtures providing a warm, romantic environment. Candles burned in the kitchen and along the far wall of the living room.

I stood up on the deck, keeping to the shadows and moved past the hot tub to the bench that was next to the house. I sat at the far end of the bench where I'd be in the darkest shadows. From this position, I could see the living room, the front hallway and part of the dining room. The windows were open and I could hear some soft jazzy music playing. I drew a deep breath and waited to see what would happen.

I didn't have to wait very long.

Heather appeared from the direction of the bedroom. She was wearing a light colored sheer robe that revealed a white bra and small, white panties underneath. She slipped into the kitchen after giving a quick glance in my direction. I was certain she couldn't see me as the light barely touched the other end of the bench closest to the house.

Heather appeared again with a full glass of wine in one hand and a near empty bottle of wine in her other hand. She disappeared back toward the direction of the bedroom. I thought about moving, but the other side of the deck was fairly illuminated and I was sure I would be visible from there. Heather knew where I'd be and she wasn't going to let me miss anything, I was sure.

I heard heels across the tile floor that separated the bedroom and the living room. I caught a glimpse of a woman, slightly taller than Heather with darker hair standing at the edge of the living room. She had on a white bra and panties similar to Heathers, but she still wore her shoes and stockings. She raised a wine glass to her face and tipped the glass back as Heather came around and stood infront of the other woman. 

Heather took her wine glass and then stepped closer and kissed the woman. The woman's hair fell over her face so I couldn't see who she was, but I suddenly had a very good idea as to who it was. Heather broke the kiss and stepped back into the living room beckoning her guest to follow her.




The Dressing Room Ch. 04



"Remember when I taught you how to French kiss?" Heather said to her guest.

There was a laugh that I recognized at the same moment the woman stepped closer to the muted lamp light revealing her face. It was my mother. She followed Heather to the couch and reclaimed her glass of wine.

"How could I forget? That was the first time I ever had an orgasm, too."

"Yes." Heather's voice was full and happy, "that was quite the evening. We taught each other a lot that night."

My mother sipped her wine and stretched back on the couch. "If the boys back then knew what you knew! Whew! I would have been a nasty little slut."

Heather took my mother's arm and pulled her toward her. "Boys could never compete with us." Their faces met as their mouths opened greedily to welcome each other's tongue. Heather's hand came up and kneaded my mother's breast through her bra. When they broke the kiss, Heather said, "And you always had tits! I was so jealous of your tits."

My mother pushed open the sheer robe and pulled down the cup of Heather's bra and licked her breast. She smiled up at her sister, "I like these. They're so perfect."

"Oh, Sharon." Heather cooed. "You could make me forget about cock."

My mother laughed and pulled back, "I would be hard pressed to remember cock!"

Heather kissed her again and said something that I couldn't hear.

My mother laughed again then sipped more wine. "Two years -- no, three years in September -- I remember because Aaron was out of the house and it was opening day of football season. I gave Tim head and I sat on him during half time of the Bears game. That was the last time."

"Well, tonight you'll remember cock and other things." Heather kissed her again.

"Tell me about this young stud!"

I couldn't believe it. Heather had enticed my mother to come over by telling her about me.

Heather took the wine glass from my mother's hand and kissed her again. When they broke the kiss, she left her hand at the back of my mother's head and started pulling her down toward her crotch. "How about you lick me and I'll talk." 

Much to my surprise, my mother quickly moved to her knees between Heather's legs and pushed aside the small panties Heather wore. She looked up at her sister and then kissed her stomach. "You have to tell me everything." Then she started licking.

Heather moaned and kept her hand on the back of my mother's head. "He's young and strong and his cock never seems to go limp." Heather drew a breath and looked toward the window in my general direction. "He's very eager to please and he likes to have his cock sucked."

My mother stopped and looked up at my aunt, "What man doesn't like that?"

"Oh, but it's such a beautiful cock and I do enjoy having it in my mouth." Heather suddenly held her breath and closed her eyes as my mother's tongue worked its magic on her sister's clit. After a moment, Heather opened her eyes and continued, "He eats pussy almost as well as you, dear sister."

I was feeling somewhat embarrassed by the way Heather was talking about me. I would never have said that I was a great lover or even that I had a great cock. I always imagined myself to be pretty average, but the way Heather talked, I sounded too good to be true. 

My mother stood up and unhooked her bra letting it slip off her arms to the floor. Her face glistened with my aunt's pussy juice as she cupped her own breasts and massaged them eagerly. Much to my excitement, my mother's tits were beautiful and full. She was easily a 34 D with large brown, perky nipples. Heather rose up from the couch and started kissing her sister's stomach. 

"God! I'm so excited!" My mother exclaimed. "I haven't tasted you in years, Heather. And to think of having a cock and your pussy at the same time, it's just too exciting."

Heather inserted two fingers into my mother's pussy as she tugged on the waist of my mother's panties with her free hand. My mother pushed her sister back on the couch and shoved her breasts into Heather's face. "Lick my tits, Heather. Suck on my nipples, I'm so horny and I want it so bad."

I was so stunned I nearly fell off the bench. My mother, the prude, had apparently had a long lesbian relationship with her own sister and was now acting like a horny little school girl. She squirmed as Heather continued to finger her and suck on the nipple of her sister's left breast. 

I had had numerous lusty thoughts about my mother, but none of them could compare to what I was now privy to. It never occurred to me that she would have a relationship with another woman, let alone be a horny, wild woman. She had never come across like that at any time in my life. I had a raging hard on and my body trembled with a cross of excitement and fear. Obviously, Heather was planning on me fucking my own mother. But, for all my fantasies and dreams about doing just that, it was very different when I was now faced with the definite reality that it was going to happen.

Now my mother and her sister were down on the couch, kissing frantically and touching each other with flying, searching hands. Their legs opened as if to allow me a better view of their sweet, wet pussies. I was now so excited I was sure I would cum in my shorts. Heather had three fingers in my mother's pussy as she pumped at it with her great enthusiasm. Then she slid a fourth finger in and pushed until her hand was nearly buried inside my mother's hole. All the while they kissed and fondled each other's breasts as if they had been starving for this feast for years.

Heather pulled the fingers from my mother's pussy and brought them up to her face. "Be a good little sister and clean your pussy juice off my fingers, please."

My mother did just what she was told then moved her face down to Heather's breast and began sucking on a nipple. Heather moaned with delight and looked back over her shoulder toward where I was sitting. She winked at me then pulled herself away from my mother's grasp.

She said something to her and got my mother to move to a darkened corner of the room where a couple of pillows were spread on the floor. Again, she told my mother something and my mother smiled broadly and knelt down on the pillows. Heather turned and motioned for me to come in.

I slipped out of my jeans and pulled off my t-shirt and padded, bare-footed into Heather's house. I could see my mother kneeling there on the pillows with her eyes shut and Heather standing before her with her hands on her shoulders watching her carefully. As I drew closer, Heather pointed to a chair and then to my briefs. I pulled the briefs off and sat down in the chair. I realized then that the lights were all behind me now and in the dark corner, my mother would not be able to tell who I was.

I scooted up in the chair and spread my legs as Heather stepped aside and then lie down on a pile of pillows next to my mother. Heather then said, "Sharon, there's a big cock in front of you to do with what you will."

My mother opened her eyes and stared at my cock standing up in the dim lighting. Immediately, she reached out and took it in her right hand and began to stroke it. "Oh, it is a beautiful cock." She said softly then opened her beautiful lips and took it into her mouth.

I held my breath; afraid to moan for fear that she would recognize me and stop. I was tense and she sensed it. She slowly worked her mouth down my shaft then came slowly back up and kissed the head. 

"Relax." She said in a soft, sexy voice. "Watch Heather and let me suck on your cock."

With that, she stroked my cock with her hand and opened her mouth again to take me in. The light on her face was strong enough that I could see the moisture on her lips and the look of desire in her eyes. Then I was looking at the top of her head as she began to bob up and down on my cock.

I turned to watch Heather who was sprawled on some large cushions, with her legs spread, one hand rubbing her clit and the other caressing a breast. She looked up at me and smiled. My mother started to moan and hum as she sucked on my cock. Her movements were perfect as her hand worked in tandem with her mouth up and down my shaft. I put a hand on the back of her head and felt the tension slide from my body. The excitement was far too much to resist.

All the carnal thoughts I had ever had about my mother came rushing back to me. Suddenly, I wanted more than just a blow job, I wanted more than just to see her naked and sit in the dark. I wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard and I wanted her to know who it was that was fucking her. 

I took a hold of her hair in my left hand and started pumping my hips into her face. She moaned loader and continued sucking me. Looking at Heather, I saw her fingers pumping in and out of her own pussy while her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in that look of pure excitement. I reached down and felt my mother's breast and squeezed it and rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I felt like I was on the edge of being violent with her. It scared me, but I couldn't stop.

I yanked hard on her hair pulling her mouth off of me. She grimaced a bit, but then I took her by her shoulders and turned her around. She complied quickly, resting her elbows on the pillows and sticking her ass up in the air. I came off the chair and positioned myself behind her.

"Yes, fuck me like a dog." She said in throaty growl. "Fuck me hard, baby."

Heather's eyes were open now and she was watching me as I entered my mom from behind. I could see the excitement in Heather's eyes as she watched me start to fuck her sister with long, hard, deep strokes. My hips started slapping against my mother's ass with loud, wet smacks that caused her to tremble before me and moan loud and long with every smack. 

Then she was pulling Heather toward her, reaching to get her face between Heather's legs. I kept my hands on her hips and let her stretch out and when she found what she wanted, I continued with the hard fucking she had asked for. With her face buried in her sister's twat and her arms wrapped around her for support we formed a chain of sex. 

Heather kneaded her own breasts and beamed at me. Then Heather was cumming, she clenched a breast with one hand and pressed her hand to the back of my mother's head and through clenched teeth she said, "Oh, Sharon. Oh yes!"

I reached around and grabbed my mother's tits in each hand as I continued to pound away at her hips. I kneaded them and caressed them and squeezed them and she just moaned into her sister's pussy. I felt her pussy suddenly tighten around me as she started having her own orgasm. Just like her sister, her juices poured over my cock and the slapping, smacking sound was now louder as it sounded like an oar smacking against water.

When her orgasm passed she nearly collapsed, but after a moment, she regained her strength and pushed herself upright on the palms of her hands. Heather moved up and kissed her as my own climax was beginning to build. Watching the two of them kiss was much more exciting than it had been watching Heather and Peg. My balls tightened up and I could feel my load was ready to be released, but I didn't want to cum in my mother's wet pussy. 

I wanted her mouth. And I wanted her to see who's cum she was swallowing. I pulled out and stepped up in front of my mother as Heather moved aside. She was weak from her orgasm, her arms trembled, but she wanted my cock again as bad as I wanted to give it to her.

I reached down and took her by her arms and pulled her up so her face was even with my swollen cock. She caught her breath and took my cock in one hand. Just as she was getting ready to take me in her mouth again, she looked up into my face.

Her mouth was already open, so I couldn't be sure right then if the look on her face was surprise, fear or excitement. I didn't give her a chance to think about it. I put my hand on the back of her head and thrust my cock into her open mouth.

Her hand came up to my thigh and pushed me trying to extricate me from her mouth. But, I held on to the back of her head and started pumping my hips into her. My mother tried to open her mouth and turn her head to get away from me, but I wouldn't let go. And somehow, her resistance made it all the more exciting.

Our eyes locked on one another as she struggled less. Her mouth closed on my cock as she let me fuck her face. My hand on the back of her head pulled her hair as I leaned back against the wall and stared down into my mother's eyes. I could see that her left hand was on her right breast and her right hand was down between her legs.

Then I was cumming. She took the first shot deep into her throat and I could feel her mouth working to swallow as I continued to pour my hot liquid into her beautiful mouth. I let go her hair and my cock slipped from her mouth and shot a stream of jizz over her chin and cheek.

My knees buckled on me and I slid down the wall while my mother continued stroking my cock with her hand and staring into my eyes. When I came to a rest, Heather moved in and licked the cum off my mother's chin then kissed her sister with a deep, passionate kiss. 

Heather pulled back and looked down at me. "I told you he had a beautiful cock."

My mother didn't say anything for a long time. Then she moved forward so her arms straddled my torso, her face came up to mine and she stared at me for a several seconds, neither one of us saying anything. She moved closer and kissed me on the mouth, tenderly at first, then her tongue pushed against my lips and my mouth opened to meet hers. I took her in my arms, crushing her tits against my chest and turned so I rotated on top of her, never breaking the kiss. I was about three-quarters hard when she kissed me, but now I was completely hard again. She spread her legs and I entered her as her arms encircled my body. 

To the side, I could hear Heather's heavy breathing and imagined she was fingering herself to another orgasm. I pumped in perfect time to my mother's rising hips as we continued to kiss and hold each other in a tight, lover's embrace. 

Later, the three of us sat in the hot tub, drinking wine between kissing and touching and groping one another. I had fucked my mother for a long time before Heather worked her way in with us. It had been somehow perfect that we all knew where to move and what to do to please each other. 

Through it all, my mother had said little. Now, sitting between Heather and I, she looked to me. "So this is where you've been disappearing to and why you seem so anxious to help your Aunt out all the time. How long has this been going on?"

"Not long." Heather said with a wicked smile.

My right hand traced over my mother's breast down to her pussy. Her legs spread allowing me access to her. I slipped a finger inside her, she moaned and turned to me kissing me deeply and passionately.

She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "I don't think it will be necessary for you to leave home to have sex."

Heather moved so she could lick her sister's tit. "Oh, you won't keep him all to yourself, will you?"

My mother turned from me to her sister and kissed her sister softly on the lips. "I think I have some catching up to do."

"Well, once you're caught up, we'll have to share him again."

My mother took her sister's face in her hands and kissed her hard and deep. Her right hand mashed against Heather's left breast. When they stopped, my mother sighed as she reached over and took my hard cock in her hand again, "I have a lot of catching up to do with both of you." With that, she turned again to kiss her sister while guiding my cock toward her ass.

We turned on our sides in the hot water as I pressed the head of my cock against her tight asshole. I pushed and after a moment, I felt my head slip in as my mother let out a loud moan. Heather's hand reached around and felt my cock and followed it to my mother's asshole. 

My mother craned her neck around to kiss me and said, "Every hole on my body is yours."

END