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Trish's Place...

By: jaismith



"You look a bit bummed, sugar," I said to her as I wiped the bar in front of her 'space' and removed her empty shot glass, then pouring the rest of her beer into her glass.

"Can't hide the obvious, I guess," she replied with a bit of a sad smile on her otherwise very cute face.

"Well sweetie, once you accept the fact that 98% of all men are blatant assholes, the disappointments they can cause doesn't seem so fucking important," I said to her in an attempt to lighten both her spirits, and the moment.

Leaving her with that thought to chew on, I greeted a couple who had walked in and sat at the far end of the bar, feeling the cold air that had entered with them. Taking the order and bringing their drinks, they immediately became engrossed in private conversation between themselves.

It was slow at my bar that particular Friday evening, no doubt a result of the terrible weather, and I had let my floor girl go home a bit early; hell, with three at the bar and another couple at a table, it wasn't anything I couldn't manage by myself. We had been busy earlier, during happy hour, but with the bad weather, the crowds died.

After checking on the couple at the table, the chick at the bar signaled for another round with a hand motion while she talked on her cell phone. Damn, I thought, she'll be in blitzville pretty soon at the rate that she was putting it down; I made a mental note to monitor her intake and not let her drive off if I thought she was impaired. The last thing I needed was a fucking lawsuit because I let someone drive away drunk.

"You might want to nurse this round, baby, you've been hitting it pretty hard," I said to her when I delivered her order. She nodded her agreement with the same sad smile still planted on her face.

The couple at the table got up, said goodnight, and walked out as I retrieved their glasses and wiped the table. As I did so, Ms. Sadface punched up a couple of tunes on the jukebox, her body slowly moving to the sounds as she picked a couple of more.

Saying goodnight to the couple at the bar and cleaning their spaces, I checked the time and debated about closing early since it was slow and the weather outside just plain sucked.

"It wasn't a guy that stood me up," I heard my last remaining customer say as I checked the register readings.

"Excuse me?" I said since I hadn't heard her clearly, or so I thought.

"It wasn't a guy," she repeated, a noticeable slur in her voice now; that, and the slightly glassy-eyed look told me that she was definitely cut off.

"Well, gals can be bitchy as well, sweetie," I offered in response, "either way, it sucks to be stood up."

"I hear that," her voice still slurring.

"Sweetie, you need to hand me your car keys; I can't let you drive away in your condition," steeling myself for the argument I knew was coming. Surprisingly though, she reached into her purse and threw me her keys, which I stashed next to the register.

"Look," I said, "I'll call you a cab and you can pick up your car tomorrow, okay?" 

She nodded her agreement and threw down the remaining shot, and took a long pull at her bottle of beer, not bothering with the frosted mug I had given her. Picking up the phone, I called the cab service I regularly use for driving drunks home and was greeted with a surprising answer.

"Trish," the dispatcher said to me, "there's not a shot in hell of getting a cab to your place, have you looked outside?"

Walking to the front door, I opened it and was greeted by a blast of cold air and blowing snow; looking to the street, I couldn't see it because of the white-out conditions.

"Great," I muttered, "okay Joe, thanks anyway, I'll figure something out," and clicking off the hand-set, I chewed my lip in thought, while staring down to the floor.

"Got a problem, sugar," I said to my lady at the bar, "there's no cabs available and there won't be for quite a while by the looks of the blizzard that's going on outside."

"Guess you and I are stuck with each other then, aren't we?" she replied.

"Well, me, not so much; I have a small apartment, above the bar that I can use, so I'm good," I jokingly responded.

"Well, since we can't go anywhere, let me buy you a drink," she said with a smile that wasn't so sad.

What the hell, I thought, might as well and I set us both up with a shot and a beer.

"I'm Trish," I introduced myself to her, "and you're...?"

"Horny and stood up," she joked, then added, "Marge, Trish, I'm Marge."

"Please to meet you, Marge," I replied and lifting my glass to hers, and she to me, we threw the Tequila back, both of us grimacing at the fiery burning sensation to our throats.

We talked and the long and short of her story was simply this; she was supposed to be meeting an on-line chat partner for the first time and her 'date' hadn't showed up.

"She was looking for her first bi-experience and I guess she chickened out," Marge said to me. Seeing the small smile on my face, she added, "Oops, too much information?"

"Quite alright," I countered, "I'm not exactly Ms. Prim and Proper myself," pouring us both another shot.

We threw that one down as well and then I went and locked up, just as the last song she had punched came up in rotation. Jumping off of her bar stool, she grabbed my hand as I walked past and said, "Dance with me, Trish? I mean, if you want to, that is."

I must have been feeling those two quick shots; well that and the other four or five I had during the evening when regulars had bought me a shot to do with them.

"Sure, why not? Sure as hell, we're not going anywhere," and with that said, I let her take the lead and followed her movements on the small dance floor of my bar.

She was a good dancer, was Marge, and I found myself relaxing in her embrace. She was a little bit taller than me, probably 5'8", give or take an inch, with short, brown hair and dark brown eyes. I figured her to be near my weight, maybe 125 lbs. and while she wasn't the next glamour model for Elle, she wasn't unattractive, either.

"I really like this song," she said softly while we moved to the music, the warmth of her breath next to my ear and cheek sending a wake-up call to Ms. Priss. Well hell, it'd been a few months since my last tango in bed and with the shots and all, it's no wonder that Ms. Priss got all tingly.

Marge sensed something, though what, I'm not sure. But as she moved us effortlessly around in small circles, I found myself responding to her embrace. And when her lips lightly brushed against my cheek, I stifled a sigh of excitement.

Jesus, I thought, had it been that long since I balled someone?

Marge had something going for her alright, I thought, and now the question was what was I going to do about it; about it, and about her, now that she was 'trapped' by the weather with me.

What the hell I thought, as the song was coming to an end, I couldn't just kick her to the curb and let her freeze to death, now could I?

And, if I was to be totally honest, dancing with her had stirred up some welcomed emotions; it's not like I've never been down that road before.

"That was nice, Trish, thanks for the dance," Marge said when we parted from our dancing embrace but still holding onto my fingers with hers.

"No, thank you; it'd been a while since I danced with anyone that dances as well as you," I replied, then added, "Look, I have a spare bedroom upstairs and since neither of us are going anywhere in this storm, you might as well plan on spending the night, okay?"

"Are you sure?" she asked with questioning eyes to my face.

"Unless those keys you gave up are to a snow plow, I don't see any other choices, do you?"

Laughing, she replied, "No, I guess you're right; wow, we really are stuck with each other, aren't we?"

"Fuck it, Marge, we'll just make the best of it, okay?" and turning out the lights and setting the security alarm, I had her follow me up the back stairs to my small, but very comfortable 2 bedroom abode above my bar.

When I bought the bar, a few years ago, I already had a house but the small 2 bedroom apartment was the former owner's primary residence, so I made the decision to redo the apartment to my own tastes; because of the hours that owning a bar requires, it made sense to me to have a crash-pad, close, for those evenings I was too tired, or had too much to drink, to make the drive back to my house.

Made sense then, makes sense, now, at least to me.

"Very, very nice," she complimented as her eyes took in the décor and wall hangings of my place, nodding her head appreciatively at my taste in furniture and all.

"Thanks; it's small, but it's all mine," I proudly said, "well, mine and the bank's, I guess," laughing at my own joke.

"Marge, I definitely need to shower up and get the bar smells off of me; make yourself at home and if you'd like to clean up as well, I can loan you something to sleep in, okay?"

She thought for a moment and said that'd be fine and she'd shower after I was through with mine.

Flipping on the TV, I tossed her the remote and told her to amuse herself and that I wouldn't be long, running off to the bath afterwards.

The hot water felt wonderful as it caressed my body; as I soaped and lathered up, it was difficult for me not to 'linger' on Ms. Priss when I cleaned myself, but I resisted the temptation to get myself off. 

But the thought of sexual release stayed with me, it surely did.

After I had dried off, I threw on one of my many sleep-shirts and a pair of panties and rejoined Marge while I towel-dried my mop of hair. She had taken off her jacket, revealing a very nice set of ta-tas that pushed against her top's fabric and showed a very nice cleavage.

Now, I'm not a lez; that's my story and I'm sticking to it. But I've been down that road more than a few times in my life since I was sixteen or so; if I was going to be 'tagged', I guess it would be as a bi-sexual broad.

I enjoy sex with both men and women, though my romps seem to be more with women as I get older, than with men, so calling me bi wouldn't be inaccurate. Over the years I have found that I can just as easily be turned on by an attractive woman as I can be by a studly guy. Hell, I've been turned on by 'studly' butches once or twice, so it's not a stretch for me at all.

I suppose it could be said that I am somewhat of a Libertine.

"Your turn, cutie-pie," I teased Marge, throwing her one of my sleep shirts to wear, "at least, you won't have to sleep in your clothes," chuckling when I said it.

Standing and stretching her arms over her head, she thanked me but took notice that I was eyeing her attractive figure as she stretched. Smiling, she scooped up the shirt and said, "I won't be long, and Trish? Thanks for the hospitality; you've made a bummer of a night seem not so bad now."

As she walked off down the hall to my bath, my eyes wouldn't stay off of her ass that looked poured into her tight jeans.

"Do you need a toothbrush or anything like that?" I called after her.

Peeking back to me from around the bathroom door, she waved her purse at me, saying, "No, I have some basics in here that I carried, you know, in case I got lucky with my 'date' tonight," snorting derisively as she said it.

"Hot chocolate or Irish coffee?" I called to her again.

Stepping out to the hallway, she had stripped down to her bra and panties, the sight of her causing a bit of a flutter in my crotch and replied, "Irish coffee, strong Irish coffee, I don't want to lose my buzz entirely," laughing afterwards.

"Done," I replied simply as I stared at her in her underwear.

Walking into my small kitchen to put on the coffee and get the fixings together, I could feel warmth between my legs that wasn't completely unpleasant, I thought.

When she joined me in the kitchen after her shower, I took note that my sleep shirt fit her just fine, albeit that it was a bit shorter on her, than on me; her larger boobs seemed to stretch the shirt more than my smaller, B-cups did, I thought.

"Sorry I couldn't provide any fresh underwear for you," I commented as I fixed our coffees, lacing it liberally with Jamison's.

Turning to point her butt at me, she laughed and flipped up her shirt to reveal her firm, round, and naked, ass-cheeks; "Not a problem," she joked, "Commando works for me."

Laughing with her, I remarked, "Yes, yes it does and very nicely, I might add," to which we both laughed. Taking our mugs into the living room, we camped on the couch and let the TV provide some background noise as we talked.

Marge was an IT specialist for her employer, a large manufacturer in our city and had just turned thirty. Divorced once, she admitted that she was bi-sexual and enjoyed being with 'curious' women who wanted to have their first girl-with-girl experience.

"You'd be surprised at how many married women want to walk on the wild side with another gal," she commented, adding that she sort of 'got off' on being the teacher in those circumstances.

"Nah, I wouldn't be surprised by that at all," I answered, "I see it all the time in my bar, you know, married chicks out for some strange, though most of the time they're looking for some dick to fuck other than their husband's."

"A couple of times," I added, "I've seen them get hooked up with one of the butches that frequent my place, so no, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

I went on to tell her that as far as marriage was concerned that, at forty, I was a two-time loser, and finally decided that staying single seemed to work out best for me.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy having someone in my bed but only when I want to; I enjoy being able to call my own shots in that regard," chuckling a bit when I admitted that truth to her.

"Strange that you have both straights and gays as customers," she opined.

"All are welcomed in my place as long as they behave themselves," I replied, "and as long as they don't cause problems; life's too short to put up with drama and assholes."

"I couldn't agree more," Marge replied, "and by the way, any chance for some more of this wonderful concoction."

"I was just thinking the same thing," I laughed and with that the both of us returned to my kitchen to fix another round, though this time, I added even more of the Jamison's to our steaming mugs.

Turning to hand her the freshly fixed mug, I found her staring at me.

"What?" I asked as I handed her the mug.

"Nothing," she replied, "I just find it hard to believe that you're forty; I mean you don't look any older than me."

"Good genes, I guess," I replied, "both of my parents lived into their eighties but neither looked their age when they passed."

"Lucky you," she replied with a cute smile on her face.

Returning to the couch, we sipped our coffees while sort of watching the tube and when she was finished, she turned to face me, curling her legs under her nice ass and revealing a hint of a beaver-shot to my eyes when I faced her.

Reaching for my mug after I had drained it, she took it from me and leaned across me to place it on the end table, on my side of the couch. But instead of returning to her sitting position, she stayed close to my face with hers, her eyes staring intently into mine. 

And just that quickly, we moved our heads towards each other and kissed; softly, tentatively, but neither of us not wanting to kiss the other.

"You have nice lips," she said when she pulled her lips from mine.

"So do you," I said, and in that moment we both knew that we would be making love on that cold winter night.

I kissed her next, our mouths opening slowly to each other, our arms embracing the other as we kissed with increasing passion, though not lustfully, not yet, at least. Turning her body so that she was laying across my lap, my hands supporting her, she put her hand behind my head and brought my lips to hers once again.

I felt the tip of her tongue probing at my mouth and opened my mouth to accept its warmth; as she slowly slipped her tongue into my mouth, I dropped my hand between her legs, slowly rubbing the inside of her thighs as our kissing continued.

After a few minutes of this, I could feel the dampness begin to saturate my panties, and when I brushed her trimmed pubes with my fingertips, her wetness was clearly evident, which only served to make me hornier than I already was.

"Not your first time in Girlyland, is it?" She remarked when we parted from our kiss, my fingers stroking her love patch as we looked into each other's eyes, "You have a very nice touch," she added.

"Thanks, maybe it's a natural instinct," I replied, "mostly, I just do to others as I would like it done to me; kinda' my own version of the "Golden Rule'," I joked back to her.

Dropping her mouth to my breast, she sucked on it through the thin material of my sleep shirt, getting it very wet, very quickly, and producing an instant erection for my nipples.

I laid my head back to rest on the sofa-back, enjoying the heat and wetness from her mouth on my tit and, all the while, my hand and fingers continued to play with her increasingly wet pussy. Her hand was fondling my other breast as she sucked with increasing lust on the one, and my finger had slipped into her snatch, fucking her with it slowly, but deeply.

Lifting her mouth from my wet sleep shirt, she kissed me hard and passionately, my mouth opening wide to accept her probing tongue, which, in turn, caused me to finger her with increasing lustfulness.

"Take me to your bed?" She asked when she pulled her mouth from mine.

"Only if you're ready for some serious fucking," I not-so-jokingly teased in response.

"Oh, I'm ready, sweetie, I am soooo ready for some serious fucking with you," was her truthful reply.

"Well then, let us go and play," I said to her with a slight push of her to move her from my lap.

Because of the late hours I keep from running my bar, my bedroom is like being inside of a bat cave when the drapes are shut and the lights are out; it works for me but not everybody is comfortable in such an environment of total darkness.

Marge climbed onto my bed first, then me; before I shut off my bedside lamp, I warned her of the darkness, asking if she'd be comfortable with it. As she settled onto the bed, turned to face me while lying on her side, she replied, "I guess we'll have to navigate each other with touches and tastes, won't we?" her eyes showing mischievousness that I found alluring.

"Not a bad thing," I offered from my past experiences.

"I agree," Marge said, then she placed a hand on my breast, cupping it in her hand as I stretched to turn off my bed lamp.

"Oooh, I like the darkness," Marge said immediately, squeezing my breast as I felt her move closer to me.

Finding each other's mouth quickly, the intensity of our kisses ramped up several notches, complete with the heavy breathing and moaning from sexual arousal. Her hand was under my sleep shirt and pulling off my panties within seconds of our lips meeting. I wasted no time, either, in returning to fondle and finger her pussy.

She pulled away from our kiss to pull her shirt from her body and then, she removed mine just as quickly. Pulling her to lie on top of me as we resumed our kissing, my hands caressed and kneaded her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy against mine which was grinding with arousal against hers.

Moving one of my hands from her ass, I tried to surround her breast with it, but she had too much tit for my small hand to totally encompass; oh well, there's worse things in life to deal with, isn't there?

This girl definitely knew how to kiss, I thought as we traded tongue swipes with each other; that, coupled with her hand now between my legs playing with Ms. Priss as we kissed, definitely had me ready for an orgasm. Sliding down my body, her tongue traced a path between my breasts, pausing long enough to suck and lick each for a bit, before continuing her journey. Once there, she slipped my legs over her shoulders as her mouth found its target.


Trish's Place... Ch. 02



"Mmmm, just like that, sweetie, oh yeah, just....like....that," I whispered into his ear as he was slowly, but ever so nicely, fucking me.

My fingernails were raking down his back, leaving claw marks I was sure, but, at that moment, didn't really care. Reaching to his firm butt-cheeks, I dug my nails deep into his flesh and pulled him towards me as I rose to meet his thrusts, our bodies moving faster and faster,

"Mmmm, Mmmm, if you fucking stop, I'll fucking kill you," I heard my voice saying, my climax just about ready to pop. His cock seem to stiffen even more so, filling me, stretching my cunt to the max, as our pubic bones slammed together in our quest for release and satisfaction.

"Ahhhh, shit!" he cried when he could hold back no longer; retaining my finger-grip of his ass, I kept humping, as his cock emptied itself into the condom, and was rewarded with a small, but, satisfying orgasm. 

He collapsed on top of me and as I hugged him to my body, I gave my hips a few more rotations which was all it took for me to pop off another little satisfier. I couldn't really complain; Stevie-boy held off an awfully long time to let me grab those first three monster orgasms, so these last little 'poppers' were just icing on the cake.

The thing is, my orgasms with him were peppered with mind-flashes of Marge and me humping each other that night, a few weeks ago.

"So, I guess you'll be leaving and not spending the night, as usual?" Steve said as he passed a joint to me.

"If it's not broke, why fix it?" I replied, smart-assed as usual, for me.

"You keep doing this, and I'm going to feel like a used slut," he said back to me.

"And well you should," I told him as I rolled off of him, and off of the bed to head for his shower.

"I'll be out in a bit," I said with a little wave over my shoulder as his eyes followed my ass into his bathroom.

"When do I see you again? Whenever you get horny, I suppose?" Steve said as I was about to step through his door and leave.

"I suppose; why, is that a problem for you?" I asked with my hand on the doorknob.

He chuckled, shaking his head, before he said, "It really is only on your terms, isn't it?"

"You knew that when we started fucking, Steve; I told you then, it's about the sex, nothing more and if that no longer works for you, tell me, and we'll go our separate ways," I said with a firmness that I meant.

Chuckling again, he smiled, saying, "Call me, Trish."

Smiling back, I left.





Trish's Place... Ch. 03



"Don't steal me blind while I'm gone, Jon; I'll cut your fucking balls off if you do," I cheerily said in way of a goodbye. 

Jon knew I was teasing, well, sort of anyway. I trusted Jon to run my business when I was away, or off; if he was stealing from me, I damned sure couldn't find it and believe me, I look, I always look. Over the years, I've caught a few thieves working for me and took appropriate action. With Jon, though, there's never been a problem in five years...and that's a good thing.

I was off on my yearly sabbatical; me, myself and I. I did this every year, during the summer, before football season began which was busy for bars. The difference this year was that I was doing it with new wheels.

My vintage Saab finally gave up the ghost, and while I could've repaired it, that would only have prolonged the inevitable. I gave the Saab to my mechanic, for him to salvage whatever parts could still be used for his business, which was a vintage European car repair shop. He's saved my ass a lot over the years and besides, he's a nice guy.

I treated myself to a new BMW sport sedan, loaded with all the goodies, and was about to take my first road trip in it. My target this year was the wine region of New York State and had set aside 2 weeks for the trip. The thing is, I could, and have in the past, change my mind on a whim, and go somewhere else. It's good to have a destination but it's also good to be flexible.

My friend, and lover, Marge was longing to go with me but her schedule simply wouldn't allow it. Since meeting Marge, I've been perfectly happy dilly-dallying in girly-land for my sexual release and she has been my most frequent playmate. Marge really liked threesomes and I must say that they have become a favorite pastime of mine, as well.

So it was with all of this on my mind that I left my bar to go home to pack, and to get a good night's sleep before I took off in the morning. 

Well, if the road to hell is paved with good intentions, then I added another brick to the road.





Trish's Place... Ch. 03



Oh my God, but she tasted so good! The warmth and wetness that my mouth was trying to devour served only to fuel my now-insatiable need for the taste of her pussy. Her moans quickly changed to low murmurs, than louder cries, as she climbed the hill to climax-land, the sound making me even more fervent in my tasks.

Oh yes, she came; you can bet the mortgage on that.

She exploded, pulling me forcibly into her grinding crotch as she orgasmed, one that was shaking the bed against the wall. When it was finally over, I kissed her love-button with a slow swipe of my tongue, rose to my knees as I pulled my shirt from my sweaty body; the sweat of sex is a good sweat I've always thought.

Jil didn't need any prodding from me when I flopped onto my back next to her. Rolling over, she crawled between my legs, kissing her way slowly down to my snatch, which was now burning with desire and lust. Pulling my panties from my body, Jil found my naked pussy.

Dropping her head between my legs, Ms. Jil said hello to Ms. Priss.





Trish's Place... Ch. 04



Author's note to the readers:

Yes, I know it's been a year since my last chapter...I apologize and can only offer up the fact that this past year has been 'full'. Both my professional life and social life has had a year unlike any other, but, in the end, it's all good. All of that being said, let's get back to Trish's story, shall we? I've missed her also...

~~~

No answer... 

It was the third time that Trish had tried to reach Bobby's 'friend' in Erie. Cruising at three over the speed limit, Trish was entering the western suburbs of Cleveland and would soon be in Erie, and, not a bad time to stop for the night.

"Vicki, this is Trish, Bobby's friend," she began her message, "give me a call if there's a chance that we might grab a bite to eat or a drink tonight, will you? I'll be staying in or near Erie tonight and just hate to eat alone," laughing after she had said it.

Ending the cell call, Trish kept her eyes on the road, Bonnie Raitt doing her thing from the car's stereo system, while reaching for her 'road roach', jumping a bit when her cell rang.

"Damn, that was quick," Trish said to herself, and the empty car, when the caller I.D. showed it to be Vicki.

"Hey Vicki," Trish said by way of greeting.

"Hey, yourself," Vicki's soft voice replied, "I've been waiting for your call but had to run out for a few hours; sorry I missed the earlier calls, but I'll make it up to you."

"Don't be silly," Trish responded, "I don't expect you to put your life on hold because I'm on a road trip," laughing a bit.

"Bobby told me to take good care of you, so for starters, cancel your reservation, you're staying at my place. Secondly, I have a small dinner party scheduled, so you'll eat and drink here, with a couple of my friends and I. Third, Bobby said you'd try to give me an argument and that I was not to accept your lame-ass excuses, understood?"

"Crystal clear," Trish said, liking the voice on the other end of the call.

"Do you have a Garmin or some such?"

"Yep."

"Punch in the address I'm about to give you and I'll see you in a couple of hours." 

Address given, they ended the call and Trish lit her doobie, inhaled deeply, and smilingly, slowly, let the pungent smoke seep from her lips.

"Yowza," She said aloud as the smoke 'hit' her. "Well, alright!", letting the Maui herb carry her eastward into Pennslyvania, the Erie welcoming signs beginning to appear on the roadside.

"Thanks for the directions, Bitch!" Trish said aloud to her navigation system. She had named the on-board system's female voice, 'Bitch'.

Yes, she was stoned when deciding to do that.

"Vicki?, My reliable GPS system 'done fucked up again'", Trish teased into her cell, "I'm at the end of some country lane, at a dead end, staring at a grove of Maple trees...at least, I think they're Maple trees."

"Look to your right," Vicki replied, "See an old, rickity-looking gate and fence?"

"Yeaah," Trish said, dragging out the word as her eyes swept to the right, spying said gate and fence.

"Back up, turn to the gate as if you're going to run through it...the gate should open automatically", Vicki said.

"Well, fuck me running," Trish said as the gate swung open smoothly, revealing a well-worn path with tire tracks into the surrounding grove of trees.

"I'll meet you on the porch," Vicki said, disconnecting afterwards.

The 'driveway' was approximately a half-mile long, winding path, through the beautiful trees and opened up to show an older, Federalist-style, two story house with a porch that surrounded the house on three sides. Standing on the porch, waving, was a very attractive, no, make that, 'extremely', attractive woman of mixed race; Clearly, a bit of Afro-American blood flowing through her veins, coupled with some European genes, as well.

Parking, Trish got out of her car, stretched, and walked towards Vicki who was approaching her, the two of them greeting in a 'new friend's' embrace. Trish quickly judged Vicki to be 'near' her own age, somewhere between thirty-five and forty, she had judged...and, she was very fucking wrong.

Vicki, as it turned out when they exchanged brief introductory bios while Vicki gave Trish a quick tour, was forty-eight but looked nowhere near that age, Trish had decided. Good for her!, Trish thought. Vicki and Bobby had known each other for several years, their common connection, it turned out, to be a woman that they were both 'seeing' when Bobby lived in Erie, years ago.

"The bitch played us both," Vicki chuckled to Trish as she told the story, "So, B and me paid the bitch back by starting to see each other," laughing, then finishing her glass of excellent Merlot.

"The rest, as they say, is history," Vicki opined as she handed Trish a freshly poured glass of wine.

Vicki was a tall (5'9"), willowy (130-ish), woman that looked 10 years younger than her age. She was an artist, and, the head of the Fine Arts Department at a smaller, private Liberal Arts college near Erie. "Where the really wealthy send their kids who can't cut it at the Ivys," referring to Brown, Yale, and the like. Her 200+ year-old home stood on about 10 acres, mostly woodlands, with a small pond, and also had a carriage house that had been remodled to use as her studio. She worked in many mediums but preferred the textures of oils as her favorite.

"Our dinner guests, tonight", Vicki said as they walked back to the 'big house' after the fifty-cent tour, "are colleagues, both professors in their respective fields, both insanely smart, and somewhat unconventional in their lifestyle."

"How so?", Trish asked, curious with that last remark.

Chuckling a bit, Vicki stopped and turned to Trish, saying, "Theirs is a marriage of convenience, the draw for both of them, their intellect, but they also quickly found that they both had the same tastes when it came to sexual gratification..." Vicki's voice trailing off teasingly.

Raising an eyebrow in questioning, Trish simply stared at Vicki, waiting for the punch-line.

"They both like young men," Vicki finally said, turning to continue the trek to the house, "Both for their own reasons, and neither, jealous of the other."

"Whatever works," was Trish's only comment, stopping at her car to grab her overnight bag, following Vicki into the house, bag in hand.

Shown to her bedroom, with it's own bathroom, Trish showered, mused over the conversation with Vicki, dressed, and joined Vicki downstairs, helping with the final prep for dinner.

The Olsens were in their early fifties, attractive in a 'quirky' manner and incredibly witty in a dry sort of way. Dinner was fabulous, Vicki's wine selection even more so, and much too soon, the evening was over and the Olsens on their way.

"Join me for another glass or two, and an after-dinner toke or three?" Vicki asked with a smile.

"Yep." was Trish's simple answer.

Okay, the glass or two turned into a bottle or three, and the tokes, well, the tokes they lost track of amidst the shared laughter on Vicki's porch, the sense of fall coming in that late summer night's air. 

They had the same sense of ironic humor about them, both self-assured and strong women in their own worlds. Before they said goodnight-NO!Don't get ahead of me here-it was decided that Vicki would join Trish on the trek into New York's Wine Country. A quick phone call the next morning secured one of Vicki's grad students and her boyfriend as house-sitters for the two or three nights that they'd be gone.

"You still sitting here?" Vicki asked smart-assedly, the next morning, when she buckled her seatbelt, "Let's get this fucking show on the road, girl!"

"O-tay! Buckwheat," Trish replied, pinning Vicki into her seat when she floored her new sport-sedan. And off they went, quickly crossing into New York State on the interstate, then dropping off to pick up local roads towards Auburn, Elmira, and the rest of the Wine Region.

Finding a quaint, quiet B&B that was 'roughly' centrally located among the vineyards, they explored the smaller vineyards, finding several 'gems in the rough'. They laughed, they sampled-boy, did they sample-and returned to the B&B after dinner to sit on their private second-story porch to enjoy the herbs that both had with them.

The more time they spent together, the larger the elephant in the room became. They both knew it was there. They both felt it's presence as they got ready for bed after wine-filled days and smoke-filled evenings. They both felt it but neither did anything about it. Not until their last day, and night, together back at Vicki's home.

It had been decided that Trish would spend another night as Vicki's guest, then start back west to return to Colorado, possibly with Jil as a co-pilot. Trish didn't know about that yet but would call Jil tomorrow as she drove back towards South Bend and Chicago.

"It was a great three days with you, girlfriend," Vicki said after she had taken a toke, passing the doobie to Trish, afterwards.

"Back at'cha, sweetcheeks," Trish simply replied.

"Got a question for you," Trish said in the pregnant silence on the porch.

"Shoot," Vicki said.

"How do you stay so fit, look so fucking good at your age?" Trish brazenly asked, "I mean, I saw you in your underwear and all, girl, and damn, your body is ten years younger than your age."

"Good genes for the most part," Vicki answered honestly,"and I like being around younger people, feeding off of their energy and all."

They were quiet for a small while, enjoying the coolish night air, enjoying the sense of commonality between them.

"And," Vicki said out of nowhere, "There's something to be said for the rejuvanating qualities of eating the pussies of nineteen year-old art students," laughing afterwards.

Laughing with her, Trish extended her closed fist for a 'fist-bump', telling her afterwards of her romp with Jil, of her romps with Margie and Beth, back at her place.

"Ready for bed?" Vicki asked, yawning a wee bit.

"Yeah, I am," Trish replied, "though, I don't think I'm ready for sleep," her eyes staring at Vicki's face for a reaction.

Standing, Vicki held out her hand for Trish to take in her own.

"Then, let's go to my bed and see if we can get you tired enough to sleep well tonight," Vicki said as she moved towards Trish's lips, leaning down to kiss Trish.

"Let's," Trish replied before opening her mouth to Vicki's tongue.

Walking up the stairs behind Vicki, still holding onto her hand, her lips still wet from their long, sensuous kiss on the porch, Trish admired the firm butt on Vicki, admiring her taunt cheeks in the shorts she was wearing, admiring her long legs.

This would be a first for Trish; not the fact that Vicki was Afro-American, no, she'd fucked black men, before, when she was fucking guys. Damn, that's been a while, hasn't it, she thought to herself as they entered Vicki's bedroom. No, this would be her first taste of black pussy and, she'd have to say, she was sort of excited by that.

Taking Trish into her arms almost immediately, Vicki kissed Trish, her hands slowly undoing Trish's clothes, teasing her with touches and kisses as she did so, ramping Trish into hyper-sex drive, as she did so. 

After she was naked, Trish did the same to Vicki, sucking slowly on Vicki's larger breasts, teasing Vicki's hard nipples with her tongue as she unzipped, then, unsnapped Vicki's shorts, letting them drop to the floor. Bending, then kneeling in front of Vicki, Trish slid Vicki's panties from her body, laying them to the side afterwards, and moving her mouth to Vicki's trimmed-landing strip, she let her tongue find, then, toy with Vicki's clit. Peeling Vicki's pussy-lips aside, Trish licked her pussy for a very long time, her own pussy becoming wetter as she did so.

Pulling Trish to her feet, Vicki led her to her bed, and in the time it took to lay their heads on the pillows, they were all over each other in a frenzied manner, the stored-up lust of the past few days finally being released.

With sameness of mind and intent, they were quickly in a sixty-nine with each other, Trish's head buried between Vicki's legs, her mouth and tongue busy as if she were eating a last meal. For her part, Vicki let her tongue do the talking to Trish's tasty snatch, her tongue deeply buried into Trish's pussy. They couldn't tell you who was first to pop her nut, but they could tell you that they both climaxed repeatedly, again, and again, one after the other.

Yes, they stopped, took a break, the whole while busily kissing and touching the other in all the right places until once again, they fed each other in another sixty-nine.

Trish fell asleep as she suckled on one of Vicki's breasts, snuggled against Vicki's taller body. She awoke the next morning just as Vicki crawled between her legs, just as Vicki's tongue snaked into her pussy, itself, now awake and wanting.

Round two, or was it fourteen? No matter, it was wonderfully satisfying for both of them, ending with Trish, on her knees, in the shower and with her head buried between Vicki's legs and her tongue buried in Vicki's tasty pussy.

Afterwards, drinking coffee on Vicki's porch, the two of them with shit-eating grins on their faces, Vicki asked Trish if she could be tempted to stay another night or two.

"Yeah, I could be tempted, hell, I am tempted, but I have a business to get back to," Trish's voice betraying a 'bit' of sadness at that fact.

"I understand that, girlfriend", Vicki responded with a small nod of her head, "still, I'd sure like to have some more playtime with you sometime...damn shame we live so far apart."

Nodding her head, Trish agreed.

"It's definitely been fun, sweetcheeks," Trish finally said, turning and looking at Vicki when she said it.

"Oh yeah, it's definitely been that," Vicki replied, returning Trish's gaze.

Looking as if the proverbial light bulb turned on above her head, Trish suddenly asked Vicki what her plans were for the first semester break at her college.

"That'd be around Thanksgiving," Vicki said, "and, usually, I entertain with a home-cooked meal for some of my students and graduate assistants who don't go home for the break; it's been somewhat of a tradition for me to do so."

"I close the bar for a couple of days at Thanksgiving," Trish responded, "and, if I were invited..." letting her voice trail off.

"Consider yourself invited," Vicki quickly said to Trish, "and you can help me entertain, okay?"

"O-tay!" Trish replied with a smile on her face and a smile in her heart.

One final, long kiss and waving to Vicki as she drove away, Trish smiled to herself as she worked her way back to the quaint country lane that would take her to the main roads and onto the interstate highway.

Settling into traffic on the interstate, Trish lit a road-roach and picked up her cell phone.

"It's you!, you really did call!" Jil's excited voice said when she answered.

"Well, yeah, I told you I would," Trish replied, laughing as she did so.

"Yeah, I know you did, but, well, I thought you'd just forget about it..." Jil's voice still a bit excited.

"Nope, I didn't...so, do you want a ride back to Boulder with me?" Trish asked.

"I'd love that," Jil said, her voice betraying her eagerness.

"I'll call you when I check in to the hotel in South Bend and we'll take off tomorrow for the trek home, okay?"

Silence...

"Jil? Did you hear me?" Trish asked after a pause.

"Yes, but if you'd like to pick me up at my sister's dorm before you check in, I could stay at the hotel and we'd be able to get an earlier start in the morning."

"Missed me that much did you?" Trish teased into the phone.

"Yeah...yeah, I did," Jil's voice finally replied.

"I'll call you when I'm about ten minutes from your sis's place, okay?" Trish responded, disconnecting the call after Jil's acknowledgement.

Sucking a hit from a road-roach, Trish mused about this turn of events in her life, mused about her finding satisfaction and solace in the arms of other women these days, mused about the fact that she now lusted after women, not men, as was once the case. 

Thinking about what Vicki had said a couple of nights ago, Trish agreed that there were definitely recuperative aspects to eating the pussies of nineteen year-old coeds...



Trish's Place... Ch. 05



"Going my way, good looking?" Trish teasingly said as Jil climbed into the passenger seat after throwing her back pack onto the rear seat of Trish's car.

"I'll go any way you want me to go, ma'am," Jil replied back in a mock-submissive voice.

"Good to see ya, kiddo," Trish said with honesty.

"Yeah, you too...I couldn't wait for you to call," Jil replied, reaching over at the same time to rub her hand on Trish's arm as it rested on the shift lever.

As soon as Trish turned out of the Notre Dame campus and drove a couple of blocks, Jil leaned over and kissed Trish on her cheek, her lips lingering a bit longer than normal, brushing against Trish's skin.

"Somebody's horny," Trish remarked with a sideways glance at Jil.

"Somebody's horny for you," Jil replied.

"Well, let's see if we can do something about that situation, sweetie," Trish replied as she turned into the hotel, just off the interstate.

"Oh, God, oh my God," Jil moaned for the umpteenth time.

Jil had virtually attacked Trish when they got into their room, damn near tearing Trish's clothes from her body. Trish fell back onto the bed, pulling Jil with her, fighting to take off Jil's clothes as they kissed with their tongues taking turns in each other's mouths.

When Trish removed Jil's panties and threw them across the room, she took a second to take in the beauty of Jil's ninteteen year-old, toned, body; she marveled at Jil's smallish, but firm, breasts. 

Possessed by what, she didn't know, she quickly moved to put Jil onto her back, throwing Jil's legs over her shoulders as she lowered her head and mouth to Jil's pussy.

It seemed like that she had been 'dining at Jil's Y-Cafe' for hours, but she wanted more, much more of this young thing. After Jil's last climax, she felt herself being pulled up by Jil and being placed onto her back, next to Jil's own body.

"I need to give my pussy a rest, Okay?," Jil said to Trish by way of explanation.

"Okay," was all that Trish said as she ran her fingers through Jil's short hair, along her arms, cupping and fondling her breasts.

"Missed me?" Jil asked as she placed kisses on Trish's face, neck, bending down to suck on Trish's tits, pausing to bite on Trish's large, erect nipples.

"Yeah, I guess I did," Trish replied, her eyes closed, her breathing increasingly harder as she got excited by Jil's suckling of her breasts.

Jil kissed her way down Trish's body, quickly arriving at her destination which, of course, was Trish's pussy.

Taking her time, Jil toyed and played with Trish's pussy, using her mouth and tongue, all of which drove Trish fucking insane with the need to climax. Sensing her need, Jil surrounded Trish's clit with her mouth, letting her tongue fly across the 'little man', sucking it as it got hard, until Trish grabbed Jil's head, pulling it hard against her pussy which she was grinding into Jil's mouth, moaning loudly as she did so.

Trish had about three more just like that before she, too, pulled Jil from between her legs, explaining, as Jil had, that her pussy needed a break for a little bit.

Laying in each other's arms, Trish finally broke the silence, asking, "Want to go out for dinner or order in?"

"Order in, eat, toke, then fuck each other to sleep," Jil replied.

"Works for me, sugar," Trish agreed.

As they ate the Chinese food they had ordered, they exchanged small talk about their respective trips. 

As she picked up their cartons and stuff to toss into the trash basket, Jil asked, off-handedly, "Are you in a hurry to get back to Colorado, baby?"

Trish liked hearing Jil calling her 'baby'.

"Not a whole lot, don't really have a set-time that I have to be back home. Why?" Trish asked back.

"Well, I was reading one of the 'Indie-Rags' that are around most campuses and I saw an ad for a club, near Chicago, that catered "to both the young and older Gay and Lesbian community." Jil explained.

"And?" Trish prompted.

"And, I thought that maybe you and I could spend the night and check it out," Jil said.

"You trolling for broads older than me?" Trish teasingly asked, a faux-sad voice evident.

"No, no, I just thought that maybe the two of us could, you know, find a playmate or something, younger, older, it doesn't matter to me" Jil said further.

"Aha!" Trish said in a faked, shocked voice, "You want me to join you in group sex, don't you?" 

Grinning, Jil said, "Well, yeah, I'd like to have a little fun before I get back to classes. Do you not want to?" Jil asked, a little unsure, now.

"Sounds like fun, sugar, sounds like fun. Now, come here to momma, bring that sweet snatch to momma's mouth," Trish said as she slid down the bed so that Jil could kneel over her head.

As Jil lowered her pussy to Trish's waiting mouth, Trish reached above her with both of her hands, pinching and tweaking Jil's nipples as she leisurely ate her nineteen year old's pussy.

Rejuvanating, indeed, Trish thought as Jil screamed out yet, another orgasm...

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They found a nice hotel about two miles from the Club that Jil wanted to go to. Calling the club, they found that it starts to 'jump' around ten or so, the day-time bartender said.

"Well, that'll give us time to eat, take showers, and rest up a bit before we go hunting," Trish said as she unpacked.

"We could save time and shower together," Jil remarked with a smile as she unpacked, as well.

"Works for me, sugar," Trish said with a sly grin on her face.

Jil was screaming her pleasure but the shower muted the sounds; with water streaming down her head, over her face, Trish was on her knees, her face buried in Jil's sweet, sweet pussy. Trish's hands were dug into Jil's ass, pulling her tighter to her eating mouth.

After her climax had subsided, Jil pulled Trish up onto her feet, pushing her against the shower wall, holding Trish's hands in hers, above Trish's head, and kissed her hard, savagely, lustfully. Bending even lower, she took Trish's tits into her mouth, biting them hard, quickly followed by a soft, loving kiss, then biting again.

Trish liked the pain...didn't know why but damnit!, she liked the pain. Jil sensed her pleasure and bit harder, on her tits, on the side of her neck, Trish turning her head to allow it. And then, when Jil cupped Trish's pussy, cramming three fingers quickly into her love canal, Trish came a forceful orgasm, one that shook her to her core...

"It's going to take a ton of concealer to hide the fucking hickey you gave me, Bitch," Trish remarked as she tried to cover up Jil's love-bites on her neck and shoulders.

"Ah, you loved it, you know you did," Jil commented as she stood staring at her clothes, deciding what to wear for their evening out.

Stopping her attempt to apply the makeup, Trish looked into the mirror at Jil's reflection, and replied, "Yeah, I guess I did, sweetie."

"More where that came from," Jil commented before wrapping her arms around Trish from behind, supporting Trish as she leaned back into Jil's body.

"Save it for later, after we've found a playmate," Trish said, turning afterwards to give Jil a soft, loving, kiss.

"Older or younger, tonight?" Trish asked as she turned to finish her makeup.

"I'm partial to older,if you haven't figured that out already," Jil laughingly replied as she returned to her task of picking an outfit for that evening's activities.

"Yeah, why is that?," Trish asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Jil said, somewhat reflectively, "probably because my first was our next door neighbor right after I got into high school," pausing as if she were back 'in the moment' in her memories, then adding, "and, she and I continued our secret rendevous until I left for college."

"Must've been good," Trish commented, feeling a little jealous though she wasn't sure why.

"Oh, it was...is," Jil remarked, "though, she's moved on to other young, neighborhood girls."

"Ahh," was all Trish said, as if in understanding.

"But," Jil continued, "let's just play it by ear tonight and see what fortune brings our way," she finished with a cheerful tone.

Trish stayed silent for a while, thinking about what lay ahead, as she finished up her makeup chore, then asking Jil, "Have you had threesomes before?"

"A couple of times, with my neighbor-lady and her niece," Jil replied, continuing to finish by saying, "And, you know what? I really enjoyed those."

"Yeah, they can be fun if the vibes are right," Trish commented truthfully.

With that said, Trish and her nineteen year-old coed went about the task of getting dressed, each complimenting the other on the choice of outfit to wear that evening.

****

The club was large and had a fairly good-sized crowd but, in spite of that, Trish and Jil found a table near the dance floor where they could 'people watch' to their hearts' content. Ordering drinks from the extremely shapely waitress, they both stared at her ass as she walked off to fetch their drinks.

"Damn," Jil commented as she stared at the waitress' ass, "she must do a ton of stair-steps to get that ass."

"Whatever she does, it certainly is working for her," Trish agreed.

Clicking their glasses together in a toast to their watiress' ass, they sipped their drinks, both of their eyes scanning the crowd. It was a fairly nice mix of gay men and women, some older, some younger but all, seemingly, in a good mood, enjoying the music and ambiance.

Trish had noticed as they were searching for a table, an older woman, at the bar, eyeing them both up and down when they had entered. Seated now, Trish noticed that the woman kept stealing glances their way, smiling to herself, at times.

She turned to mention it to Jil but saw that Jil was staring back at the same woman, still seated at the bar, but clearly, returning Jil's stare.

"I was about to ask if you noticed her," Trish remarked, "but, I see you have."

"She's pretty," Jil commented, her hand stealing over the table top to lay on top of Trish's hand.

"She is," Trish agreed as she and Jil held hands, carressing each other's hand as they did so.

"Mind if I ask her to dance?" Jil asked Trish.

"Baby, I'm not your keeper; you can do anything you want," Trish replied.

Turning to face Trish, Jil answered, "This is just fun stuff, Trish, that's all...regardless of what may or may not happen tonight, I want you to know that it doesn't change what I feel about you. That's kind of special for me."

"Good to know," Trish replied, feeling a jolt of happiness that she wasn't expecting.

"We haven't talked about after we get back to Colorado, but I want you to know that I'd like to continue seeing you, if you want to, that is," Jil went on to say.

Staring into Jil's beautiful face, Trish said, "Yeah, I'd like that."

Leaning towards each other, in that moment, they kissed a slow, loving kiss, then, getting up afterwards, Jil said, "Wish me luck."

"You won't need it, sweetie; that woman likes you," Trish said with a grin.

Jil walked over to the woman at the bar, sat down next to her, obviously in conversation, Trish could see. Ordering a couple of more drinks for them, she continued to watch as Jil and the woman continued talking but when a slow song came over the sound system, Jil took the woman by the hand and led her to the dance floor.

Trish continued to watch them as they moved slowly to the music, both, now, with their arms around each other, their bodies close together. There was some conversation between them as they danced but, of course, Trish couldn't hear what was being said. And, after the song was over, Jil walked with the woman, hand in hand, retrieving the woman's clutch purse from the bar, then walking towards their table.

"Trish, I'd like you to meet Joan," Jil said by way of introduction, "I've asked her to join us at our table, if that's okay with you."

"Any friend of yours, is a friend of mine," Trish said with a big smile aimed at Joan.

Joan, Trish quickly judged, appeared to be older that her; Trish thought, in her late forties or early fifties, but well-maintained, that's for sure.

They toasted each other and spent a little time on brief bios. Joan was married, bored with her marriage and had been coming to the club for a year or so, whenever her husband was away on business, which was a lot, according to Joan.

"Look," Joan explained, "It's a good marriage but there are voids, sexually, that I handle by myself, without he knowing."

"I understand that," Trish remarked, "been there, done that, when I was married."

"So, you know what I'm talking about," Joan replied with a smile.

"Oh, yeah, I surely do," Trish remarked.

Joan was clearly intrigued when Jil told the story of how she and Trish met up; the hitch-hiking thing and all. She was even more interested when Jil also admitted that she and Trish hit it off immediately and that she, Jil, had planned on seducing Trish that first night, on the road.

Trish liked hearing Jil talk of their hook-up to Joan, feeling a warmth growing between her legs as she looked from Jil, then to Joan. 

"Well, that was a lucky thing, the two of you meeting up like that," Joan commented, looking at Trish with a bit of envy.

"Yes, yes it was," Trish agreed, then taking Joan's hand in hers, she stood, tilting her head towards the dance floor and another slow song, saying, "My turn."

"Yes, I believe it is," Joan replied as she stood to follow Trish onto the floor.

Once on the floor, they slipped into each other's arms, meshing their bodies tight to one another. Joan was Trish's height and fit nicely into Trish's body, especially Joan's larger boobs. They rubbed against Trish's tits as they danced, their arms embracing each other tighter as they moved to the song.

"This feels really nice," Joan purred, following the comment with a soft kiss to Trish's ear.

"Yeah, it does," Trish agreed, tilting her head to run her tongue around Joan's ear which brought a soft, contented sigh from Joan's lips.

They traded kisses and licks to each other's ear and neck as they danced, both seemingly getting turned on by what they were doing. And when the song was over, they stayed on the floor just a little bit longer than the other couples, just staring, silently, into each other's eyes. Still holding hands, they silently walked back to the table to join Jil.

"Looks like you two had a good time out there," Jil smilingly commented when they had taken their seats, once more.

"Quite so," Joan agreed, Trish nodding her head in concert with Joan's comment.

Jil had ordered a shot of tequila for the three of them while they danced. Picking up the shot glasses, they each threw the firery liquid down their throats, tears streaming from their eyes afterwards.

"So, ladies, is there a plan for the rest of the evening?" Joan asked with her eyes still stinging from the tequila.

"Yeah," Jil said as she wiped her own eyes with the back of her hand, "we're going to take you back to our hotel and fuck you."

Joan didn't express any shock by the brazeness of Jil's answer, she just nodded her head, slowly, as if contemplating what she had just heard.

"Or..." Joan finally said, "You two could follow me to my place where I've got a nice supply of playtoys and liquor for our enjoyment."

"Or, that, what you just said," Jil quickly answered, looking to Trish for agreement as she said it.

"Works for me, but, what about your husband?" Trish asked.

"He's in Germany, on business, so I don't expect that he'll pop in and catch us," Joan answered.

"Do you have any objection to a little pot?" Trish asked.

"Only if you don't offer me any," Joan answered with a smile, her eyes holding Trish's just a wee-bit long.

"Well...Okay, then," Jil said, standing as she did, "Looks as if we have a plan, ladies."

"Just to be clear," Joan said, as she stood, along with Trish, "Just how old are you, sweetie?"

"Nineteen...is that a problem?" Jil answered.

"Oh, no sweetie, that is just fine with me," Joan smilingly replied, "I've found out that I like young pussies."

Out in the parking lot, Joan suddenly asked, "Would one of you like to ride with me? It's about a twenty minute drive."

Trish turned to Jil, saying, "Jil, you ride with Joan; I'll follow."

"You sure?" Jil asked.

"I'm sure," Trish replied.

As they pulled out into traffic, Trish following Joan, Trish thought to herself that Joan wanted a little play-time, a little feely-time with Jil. That was okay with Trish, she reasoned, it'll get both of them horned up and she'd receive the benefit of that.

Damn, buy you're a cynical, coniving bitch, Trish thought further to herself.

But, in the end, she was all of that.

Trish was right, she was to find out later from Jil, but it was Jil that made the move. After Joan pulled out of the parking lot, Jil turned her body in the passenger seat of the small luxury two-seater, lifting her skirt to her waist, exposing her pantiless young snatch, with it's landing strip of blond hair, to Joan. Taking her eyes off the road for a moment, Joan ogled Jil's pussy, smiled, and turning back to look at the road, Joan slipped her right hand from the wheel, and straight to Jil's moist cunt. Once there, Joan slowly, casually, finger-fucked Jil to a sloppy, wet orgasm. Pulling into her driveway, Joan removed her fingers from Jil's pussy, licking them lustfully, afterwards.

Once inside of Joan's house, she fixed them each another shot of tequila as Trish fished for, then found, the fat-boy joint from her purse. Clicking their glasses together, the three of them tossed the shots down their throats. Finding her breath after a bit, Trish lit the joint, inhaled deeply, passing it to Joan afterwards.

They stayed in the kitchen area, at the island, taking turns on the joint, none of them saying a word as they let the magic work over them, the three of them feeling the sexual energy that had now invaded the room, their space.

When Joan ate the offered roach, she silently walked towards the other end of the house, Trish and Jil, knowingly, following, also in silence. Once in the master bedroom, Joan lit a few candles, still in silence, before turning towards her visitors, facing them as she began taking off her dress.

They didn't need an invitation, did Trish and Jil, both of them following Joan's lead by removing thier own clothes.

"Get comfortable on the bed, girls, I'll be right back," Joan said as she walked towards her huge, walk-in closet.

"You, in the middle," Trish said to Jil as they climb onto the California-King bed. Laying on the bed, Trish leaned in and started kissing Jil, lustfully, tongue instantly in Jil's opened mouth.

Feeling the extra weight on the bed when Joan joined them, they broke their kiss, turning to see that Joan had brought some long scarves and, menacing in it's size, a leather strap-on with a large, thick faux-cock, black in color.

Without fanfare, Joan started tying one of the scarves around Jil's wrist, after handing two of the scarves to Trish, to follow suit. Looking down to Jil, seeing that she was okay with it, she tied Jil's other hand, fastening it to the bedpost as Joan had done, before doing the same thing to Jil's ankle as Joan did the same to Jil's other foot.

Finished, Jil was tied with her hands secured above her head to the headboard's posts, her feet secured likewise, to the footboard's posts, making her totally vulnerable.

Standing at the foot of the bed, their arms around each other's waist, Trish and Joan looked down upon Jil, Jil's eyes clearly showing an excitement. Joan turned Trish's head towards her own, leaned in, and kissed Trish lustfully, her hand down between Trish's legs, rubbing slowly over Trish's cunt.

"You fuck her first," Joan said as she handed the strap-on to Trish, "I want her to eat me while you do."




Trish's Place... Ch. 05



As Trish got into the harness, Joan climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Jil's head, lowering her pussy to Jil's mouth. Needing no prodding, Jil leaned her head forward and began making love, with her mouth and tongue, to Joan's shaved pussy. Watching while she secured the strap-on to her body, Trish crawled between Jil's immobilized legs, positioned the tip of the faux-cock at the entrance to Jil's love-canal. Slowly slipping the thick dildo into Jil, Trish leaned forward to kiss the back of Joan's neck at the same time. 

Fully inside of Jil, now, Trish fell into a rhythm which she increased until she was furiously fucking her young friend with abandon, her breath coming hard to her as she pounded that strap-on into Jil's stretched pussy. Joan, now, was holding Jil's head to her pussy, thrusting it against Jil's lips and tongue, her moans filling the air as she rode the coed's tongue to the top of the mountain of joy.

When Joan finally came, Jil quickly followed suit as she humped her pussy against Trish's thrusts with the strap-on cock. When they were finished, the three of them were wet with sex-sweat, but, it was only Trish that had yet to climax. So, after catching her breath, Jil placed Trish on her mouth like Joan had been, and proceeded to eat Trish into orgasmic bliss, while Joan did the same by crawling between Jil's legs, taking Jil's little man into her mouth and, expertly, sucking on it to give Jil yet, another, orgasm as Jil ate away at Trish's pussy.

Jil and Trish took turns fucking Joan with the strap-on, doggy style, and when they had rested from that, it was Trish's turn to be fucked. Eagerly, for she was soooo ready to be fucked, Trish assumed the position to be fucked doggy-style. Joan went first, taking her time, fucking Trish hard and furiously until Trish, no longer able to hold back, exploded with a body-shaking climax.

Staying in the position, Trish breathed hard, trying to regain her breath as she waited for Jil to get into the harness. Laying with her head on the bed, on her knees, her ass in the air, Trish felt the tip of Jil's tongue snake around her pussy from behind, licking her pussy lips, getting her turned on, quickly' as she did so. But, when Jil started biting her ass-cheeks, and gripping them hard in her hands, Trish felt even more turned on, again, by the slight pain of it all. And, when Joan positioned herself so that Trish's head was between Joan's legs, she liked that Joan forcefully pulled her head to Joan's pussy by grabbing her hair to do so.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch, eat me, make me cum," Trish heard Joan say as she pulled Trish's face into her pussy, and Trish liked it. As she ate Joan's pussy, her mouth greedily licking and sucking, Trish felt strangely pleased at being 'forced' to do this.

Jil had slipped the strap-on cock into Trish, now, and was fucking her with a steady rhythm that was pleasing to Trish. And when Jil ran her fingertip around Trish's asshole, she found that pleasing as well, even more so when Jil started fucking her asshole with that finger. It all felt good to Trish, being fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time, eating pussy while that was going on, it was all good.

But, what surprised Trish, what she didn't see coming, was what happened when Jil and Joan traded places. 

Trish happily dove mouth first into Jil's excellent young, sweet-tasting pussy as Jil held her head in place with her hands, as Joan had done. But, what Trish didn't see coming, was when Joan slipped her finger into her asshole for a few minutes, then placing the tip of the dildo at the entrance to her asshole, Joan then slowly, inserted the strap-on cock into Trish's ass, stretching it until she was half-way in. Resting a moment, Joan then proceeded to fuck Trish in the ass as Trish increased her oral assault of Jil's pussy.

But, what Trish didn't see coming, what was to cause her a few night's sleep worrying about it, was that she, Trish, liked it! No, she loved it, she loved the feeling of that cock in her ass. She'd been fucked in the ass before, a few times, and didn't mind it as much as most women. But, this was different. This was disturbingly different in that she loved it when Joan fucked her hard in the ass. so much so, that she climaxed from being ass-fucked. A first time for her.

Huh?...

Yeah, that was what she didn't see coming and she wasn't quite sure what to do with it...



Trish's Place... Ch. 06



They slept in, did Trish and Jil, and did not leave their hotel until around noon. The two of them finally dragged their well-fucked and eaten pussies from Joan's house around three that morning. So, yeah, they slept in...

"Something's bothering you, Trish, I can tell," Jil finally said after almost an hour on the road with little in the way of conversation from Trish. One-word answers was all that Jil had gotten in return for trying to make conversation.

"You can, huh?" was Trish's terse reply.

"Yeah, I can; don't be a cunt! If I've done something to piss you off, say so and let me try to make it right," Jil said back to her.

Trish stay silent for a little bit, but, relenting, she finally answered Jil.

"Jil, it's nothing you've done, okay? I'm just trying to work through some things that I discovered about myself and that's all it is, okay?" Trish said, her voice a bit softer, a bit less harsh.

"I get that, Trish, and if I can help you with that, I'd like to, that's all." Jil replied to her new 'crush'. Yes, crush, because Jil's discovered that she has a huge crush on Trish.

"Okay, Sherlock, how 'bout you explain to me why I find myself, at this stage of my life, crazy about pussy, and more to the point, crazy about a little pain mixed in with all the sex of the past couple of days." Trish challenged her nineteen year-old coed car-mate.

"Well, the easy part of all of that is why you are crazy about pussy," Jil quickly said, "I mean, come on, why wouldn't you be crazy about pussy? From my perspective, being crazy about pussy doesn't seem strange at all, but then, I've been crazy about pussy since I was fourteen," Jil finished with a little giggle.

"Now, the pain thing, that's on a whole other level," Jil went on to say, "I'm not sure why you find it a problem if it contributes to you having a good sexual experience in the end, no pun intended," giggling again.

Trish chuckled to herself at that remark because, pun or not, her ass was sore from the pounding she took last night from first, Joan, then later, Jil. They took turns last night reaming Trish's asshole with the strap-on dildo and while last night Trish enjoyed it, she sure was sore today.

"In the end, huh?," Trish remarked, "Well, let me tell you that, 'in the end', my asshole is hurting," laughing afterwards.

Jil laughed with her, glad to see that Trish found some humor from their conversation. Jil didn't want Trish to not enjoy their time together, though the closer they got to Colorado, the closer they came to parting ways. For Jil's part, she wished this road trip could last forever.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you last night, but I was so caught up in the threesome with Joan that I might have been a little rough on you," Jil said.

"Wasn't so much that as much as it's the fact that I enjoyed it all; the verbal abuse, the bondage when ya'll tied me up and 'forced me' to eat ya'll, the ass-fucking, all of it, I fucking loved it and that bothers me a little," Trish replied.

Jil stayed silent for a bit, thinking over what Trish had said about last night, thinking about what thrills she, Jil, got last night when she was 'in control' of Trish, and earlier, of Joan. Jil actually enjoyed that aspect of their delicious threesome with their playmate of last evening.

"This might piss you off, and I hope it doesn't, but can I tell you something?" Jil finally got the courage to say.

"Yeah, sweetie, you can tell me anything you'd like," Trish said, feeling as she said it, an ease within herself, an easing of the mental beating she'd given herself since they left their hotel at noon.

"Well, if I'm going to be truthful, and I don't want to be anything but that with you, I enjoyed it when I was 'in control' over you, over Joan, I really fucking liked that, last night," Jil said, reaching over to stroke Trish's arm on the steering wheel as she guided them down the road.

"But," Jil continued, "If it bothers you, I will never do that to you again, I will never hurt you like that, again, okay?"

Trish was silent for a short while, mulling over what Jil had just said, before replying to her.

"Didn't say that I didn't want it to happen again, baby, I'm just puzzled as to why I liked it so much," Trish said, softly, reaching with her own hand to rub Jil's leg, afterwards.

"Well, I know I'm younger and less experienced than you but maybe you don't need to question it, maybe you just need to accept it, go with it, and see where it leads you," Jil answered, placing her hand lovingly over Trish's hand, which was gently rubbing her leg, stirring up the fires in her belly.

"Maybe, you're right, sweetie, maybe you're right about that," was all that Trish replied to her rider.

They drove in silence for a while, listening to some excellent Blues and Jazz on her satellite radio channel, putting them both in a calmer, reflective mood.

"Hungry?" Trish asked after a few miles of silence.

"I could eat, I could not eat, it's whatever you want to do," Jil said cheerfully.

"Well, why don't we grab a quick bite to tide us over, then I'll put you to work while I drive and let you roll us a doobie and, find us a place to stay tonight," Trish said, her voice also more cheerful.

They stopped, fueled up, ate a quick bite at the truckstop's cafe, then hit the road again. Jil quickly rolled a rather sloppy, but serviceable, 'fat-boy' for the road. Lighting it, she passed it to Trish as she spread the Road Atlas across her lap to study as they passed the joint back and forth.

"Geez Louise, there's no hope for anything other than some boring-ass city somewhere in Nebraska, Trish...certainly, no 'jumping' cities to stay in," Jil finally said.

"Yeah, it's fucking-boring Nebraska, baby; only thing that jumps in Nebraska are the fucking cows when prodded," Trish agreed.

"Well, it looks like we'll hit Omaha around five and I'd suggest it, since it's the last large town we'll hit before we get back to Colorado," Jil finally said.

"Omaha it is, then, sweetcheeks," Trish replied with a smile, "Should I call the media and alert them to warn their fair maidens to hide?" Trish joked.

"Yeah, like that's going to happen!" Jil replied, "I'm pretty certain that, unlike Chicago, we won't find any pussy in Omaha to join us in bed," laughing as she said it.

Oh, but how wrong she was...

They reached the hotel at around five-thirty, getting out to stretch the road from their bodies before grabbing their small roll-ons from the trunk and tossing the keys to the valet to park Trish's car.

Walking to the front desk to check in, one clerk was busy checking in a guest and the other clerk waited for them with a smile on his face.

"Welcome, ladies, do you have a reservation?" he cheerfully asked.

"Yep," Jil replied, and reading off the code given by 800 reservations, he found their info and began the process of checking them in.

Glancing over to the other person checking in, Trish and Jil saw an African-American woman of about thirty or so, obviously, judging by her garb, a business exec of some sort. She was 'just short' of being drop-dead gorgeous, but not by much. Both Jil and Trish found themselves staring at her, not meaning to, but staring, nevertheless.

She, the exec, must have felt the stares because she turned in their direction, smiled at them, then returned to signing her check-in sheet for the clerk.

Leaning in to whisper in Trish's ear, Jil simply said, "Wow!", leaving a soft kiss on Trish's ear afterwards.

Turning to face Jil, her face away from the lady, Trish just mouthed the words to Jil, "Wow, indeed!"

They reached the elevators at the same time did Trish, Jil and the good-looking black woman, and holding the door for her, they allowed her to enter first.

"Tenth floor, please", she asked Jil who was closest to the buttons.

"That's ours, also," Jil replied with a smile.

Getting off, the three of them started searching for the rooms which, of course, were at the end of the long hall, at the end of the building.

"Looks like we're next to each other," Trish remarked for something to say.

"It does appear so," the lady replied with a bright smile, her eyes flitting between both Jil and Trish.

Opening her door, she turned one last time to the girls, saying, "Have a good evening, ladies," opening, then entering the door into her room.

"Join us later for dinner?" Trish heard coming out of her mouth before the lady closed her door.

Stopping before she shut her door, the lady looked at Trish, then Jil, seemingly making a decision while doing so, before replying, "Yes, it'll be good to have some company for dinner, for a change; by the way, my name is Sherry, and you're???"

"I'm Trish, and this is my friend, Jil," Trish replied, "about seven-ish? work for you?"

"Casual, I hope?," Sherry asked with a chuckle.

"Nothing but," Jil replied for the two of them.

"Knock on my door when you two are ready," Sherry replied, closing her door behind her.

Looking at each other with raised eyebrows, Trish and Jil entered their room, noticing that there was a connecting door between the rooms. Stepping out onto the balcony, Jil saw that Sherry, as well, was taking in the view (It's Omaha for God's sake; not much of a view).

"You gals been traveling long?" Sherry asked, squinting against the setting sun in her face.

"Not today, it's a short drive-day, today," Jil explained, further saying, "We had a late night, last night, and didn't leave the Chicago area until around noon."

"My home town, Chicago," Sherry said.

"Where did ya'll party?" Sherry went on to ask.

Figuring the chances of Sherry knowing of the Gay/Lesbian club that they went to were slim, Jil told her the name of the club.

Sherry's eyes betrayed the fact that she did indeed know of the club. Jil noticed it and thought to herself, OH-OH.

"In the western suburbs, right?" Sherry asked, knowing she was right.

"Yep, that's the place," Jil admitted with little choice but to do so.

Sherry smiled at Jil, a knowing smile, Jil thought, but then, she was guessing.

"Knock on the door when ya'll are ready," Sherry said to Jil, turning to go inside of her room afterwards.

When Jil went back into her room, she told Trish of the conversation and that she didn't think that Sherry would know of the Club and that she didn't mean anything by telling her, her voice nervous and blathering.

"Shush," Trish said to Jil while placing a hand on Jil's lips, stopping her voice, "If she knows what kind of club it is and still comes to dinner it can mean only two things; One, she's gay herself or bisexual, or Two, She's straight but has no problem being around gays."

"Are we gay?" Jil asked with a quizzical look, "I've never thought of myself as 'gay'."

"Have you ever had, or wanted a stiff cock in your mouth or pussy?" Trish asked with a grin.

"No." Jil replied.

"You're gay," Trish smilingly said to her young lover.

"What about you? You've had cock and pussy...are you a bisexual?" Jil asked seriously.

"Yeah, that's it, let's go with 'bisexual'," Trish answered, taking her tee shirt off over her head afterwards, then turning towards the bathroom and shower.

They showered separately, dressed in tees and shorts and were ready by six-thirty.

"Want to blow a joint before dinner," Trish asked of Jil while properly rolling a 'good' joint.

"Sounds right to me," Jil replied, admiring the ease with which Trish rolled joints.

"How do you get them so firm and round?", Jill asked, "I try really, really hard but you've seen my attempts; the damn thing barely stays together."

"Simple," Trish said while holding up her finished doobie, looking tight and firm, as if it had just come from a machine, "I'm forty. You're nineteen. I've rolled more joints than you; simple mathematics, sweetcheeks."

Stepping out onto their adjoining balcony, they found Shery sitting at the small table on her side of the divided balcony, working on some spreadsheets, it appeared.

"Hi, guys," Sherry cheerfully said, her tone and demeanor a bit less formal than earlier.

"Hi, yourself," Trish replied, not sure about whether or not to light the joint that was in her hand.

Fuck it, Trish thought to herself, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"Uh, Sherry, we're about to fire up a little weed; if that will bother you, we'll wait until later or go back inside," Trish said.

Smiling a mischievous smile, Sherry replied, "Is there enough to go around the three of us?"

"Oh, yeah," Jil answered for them, "more than enough for the three of us."

"Then, unlock your half of our connecting door, and I'll come join you after I've changed into something much more casual," Sherry said as she rose from her work.

Jil did just that, returning to wait with Trish, for Sherry to join them. They heard the door on their side of the room open and were barely able to surpress a gasp when Sherry walked out onto their balcony.

Sherry was in shorts, like themselves, but tighter on her legs and butt, really showing off her butt to her advantage. She had a tee shirt on that hugged her, obviously, bared breasts, no bra for Sherry, it seemed.

"Wow, don't you look the hot chick," Jil remarked, a glint of 'something' in her eyes as she took in the view of Sherry.

"Well, if you could see the blush on my brown skin, you'd see that I was blushing, but, thank you for the compliment," Sherry said as she pulled out a chair from the table to join them.

"She only speaks the truth," Trish said with a smile before lighting the joint, then passing it to Sherry.

They exchanged short, just-meeting, bios of themselves while enjoying the wonderful stone that rolled over them.

"Damn, this is some really good shit," Sherry commented, the stone showing on her face, in her words.

"Yep," both Trish and Jil said at the same time, causing the three of them to erupt into a stoned giggle.

"I don't smoke a lot but I do enjoy it when I do," Sherry said as she passed her last toke on to Jil, "So, I'm depending on you two to stop me from making a fool of myself at dinner," laughing afterwards.

"No worries, mama-san," Trish replied, "we'll take care of you."

"Promise?" Sherry replied, letting the double-entendre just 'hang' there. 

Jil didn't let it hang for long before replying, with a shit-eating grin on her face, "Promise!"

They left for dinner, the three of them looking to the outside world as three friends on a holiday. In the elevator, the three of them stood just a 'little too close', ya' know? Laughter at dinner was contagious and the three of them had a great dinner, finished a bottle of wine, and ordered one to take back to their room, Sherry having been invited to join them.

"Is it okay with you guys if I take a quick shower before joining ya'll?" Sherry asked before they left the table, "I've been traveling all day and I'd like to feel a bit fresh, if you don't mind."

"Works for us, Sherry; take your time," Trish replied, "We won't start the party without you," letting her own double-entendre hang out there.

Sherry smiled a knowing smile was all she did in answer.

Sherry, true to her word, didn't take long with her shower, joining the girls through their connecting door in about fifteen minutes. Seeing them on the balcony, sitting in the dark, she walked through their sliding door, joining them. 

"Don't you look all comfortable and all that," Jil said with a smile, referring to the long sleep-tee that Sherry was wearing, her boobs stretching the fabric a bit.

"Well, I figured that if I got too messed up with you two trouble-makers, that I could just fall through our connecting door, into my bed," Sherry said in way of an explanation that really wasn't needed.

"If you don't feel like walking all that way, you could just fall into our bed; it's big enough for three of us," Trish contributed as she rolled, yet, another joint to share, this one, a bit bigger.

"Well, it's not often a girl gets an invitation like that," Sherry replied with a smile.

"Well, it's only when a good-looking girl is in our company that we issue an invite," Jil piped in, laughing afterwards, joined soon by both Trish, then Sherry.

"I'll certainly keep that in mind," Sherry said, staring into Jil's eyes as Jil poured wine for all of them.

"Do that," Trish said as she got ready to fire up the joint, "Do keep that in mind," taking a hit, then passing the joint on to Sherry.

"I will, Trish, I certainly will," Sherry replied before taking her hit and passing it on to Jil.

The wine was done, finished, kaput. The second joint was making its round between them. They were, certifiably, fucked up...not just high, but, fucked up with a capital FU!

"Man, I haven't been this messed up in a long time, and does it feel good," Sherry said with a big-assed grin on her face.

"Yeah, it does, Sherry... 'Sherry, Baby', Jil replied, breaking out into a refrain of the hit song from Frankie Valle and The Four Seasons, the singing group from the sixties.

They all laughed, Sherry most of all.

"Wow, guys, I'd better get back to my room while I can still walk," Sherry said after silence had enveloped the table.

"That's one option," Trish said, "Or, you could crash with us, let us take care of you."

Silence. The 800-pound gorilla had been let out of the cage.

"Would you?, would you take care of me?", Sherry asked after a short pause, her eyes never leaving Trish's face.

Standing, offering her hand to Sherry, Jil answered for them both by saying, "Yes, we'll take care of you, Sherry, and, in ways you'll enjoy."

Pausing a moment more, Sherry took Jil's offered hand in hers, standing and extending her other hand to Trish, saying to them both, "Then, let's do that, shall we?"

The three of them stopped at the large king-sized bed, Trish and Jil on either side of Sherry. Jil leaned in first, gently pulling Sherry's face towards her own, then kissing her, softly, lovingly.

Sherry's mouth opened to accept Jil's tongue as it probed Sherry's lips, while Trish leaned in to kiss Sherry's neck and ears, her hand lightly brushing across Sherry's breasts through her sleep-tee. A murmur of pleasure escaped Sherry's lips when Trish started softly pinching Sherry's erect nipples, one at a time, alternating between the two.

Stepping away from Jil and Sherry, Trish began taking off her clothes while watching the two of them, their arms around each other, now, slowly kissing and fondling each other.

Climbing onto the bed, Trish, naked now, leaned against the headboard, her hand playing with her pussy's lips as she continued to watch Jil and Sherry.

Breaking from their kiss, Jil pulled Sherry's sleep-tee off of her, over her head, before pulling Sherry's panties down her legs, then off, of her feet. Leading Sherry by the hand, Jil laid Sherry onto the bed, next to Trish, before taking off her own clothes. Sherry turned her head, watching Trish as Trish continued to play with herself, her eyes burning into Sherry's own eyes, now.

Naked, Jil joined the two of them, settling next to Sherry and without missing a beat, she lowered her mouth to suck on one of Sherry's breasts, her tongue flicking across Sherry's nipple.

Trish, as if signaled, joined Jil by sucking and licking Sherry's other breast, Sherry's arms around them both, hugging them to her tits as they suckled, harder and harder, Jil kissing her way down Sherry's smooth, brown skin, now.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, just like that, baby, just like that," Sherry said to Jil who, now, was between her legs, giving Sherry a pussy-licking like she's never had before. Trish was busy taking care of Sherry's tits as Jil ate their new friend, sucking, licking, lightly biting them, her passion growing as she did so.

Grabbing Trish's head and pulling it from her tits, Sherry drove her tongue deep into Trish's mouth when she kissed her, both of them moaning their pleasure as they kissed.




Trish's Place... Ch. 06



"Swing yourself around," Sherry said to Trish after they broke their kiss, "Get down there and give that young thing (Jil) some head and let me get a taste of you, baby."

A daisy chain! thought Trish, bringing a smile to her face.

Doing as asked, Trish swung herself around, slipping her head between Jil's legs whch parted for her, knowing what was coming her way. That caused Jil to become even more into eating Sherry, if that was possibe. Sherry's pussy was absolutely delicious, Jil thought to herself as she felt the first swipes from Trish's tongue on her wet pussy.

Trish's own legs were being separated by Sherry's hands as Sherry bent and lowered her mouth to Trish's cunt. Not her first time licking pussy, Trish correctly thought to herself within seconds of Sherry's mouth and tongue finding her honey-pot.

Quite a scene, the three of them in a daisy-chain of epic proportions. Jil couldn't get enough of Sherry's pussy, causing Sherry to have so many orgasms, she'd lost count. Jil came, of course, no way she couldn't cum with Trish giving her head. And Trish? Trish lost count as well because Sherry knew how to eat pussy, of that, there was no doubt .

And after they rested, caught their breaths, they started up again. Jil kneeled over Sherry's reclining head, riding Sherry's mouth to climax after climax while Trish eagerly got her share of Sherry's sweet-tasting snatch, more than her share, some would say.

They slept together that night, the three of them, what sleep there was to have. The next morning, Sherry treated them both, one at a time, to morning head before saying goodbye.

On the road by nine, Omaha in the rear-view mirror now, they cruised with traffic, both a bit quiet, reflective almost.

"That was some good pussy," Trish finally said, breaking the silence.

"Yep," was Jil's terse reply.

"You like that,don't you, pickng up chicks?" Trish commented.

"Yep," Jil replied, tersely.

"Want to continue doing it, you and me, picking up chicks, after we get back to the 'real world'?" Trish asked after a lengthy silence.

"Yep," Jil replied, but this time, she followed the reply by leaning over and biting Trish on her nipple, through her blouse, biting, then holding Trish's nipple between her teeth, holding on and shaking her head a little bit.

Trish gasped, then she half-closed her eyes, partly from the pain of the bite, but mostly, mostly from the pleasure...



Trish's Place... Ch. 07



They were, for the most part, silent, lost within their own thoughts, as they put mile after mile behind them on the Nebraska plains.

The vibe between them was good; no, it was excellent, if truth be told. The silence was more a manifestation of the realization that soon, way too soon, they would be 'back in the real world', to use Trish's phraseology. That also meant back to life without each other 24/7 as it had been during their travels together.

Neither looked to that as a good thing, no, not in the slightest.

"Do you want to push and get back to Denver tonight, or shall we find a motel for one more night on the road?" Trish asked Jil as they approached their sixth hour on the road.

"I'd prefer another night on the road if you think we can find someplace to stay," Jil answered, her head laying on the headrest and turned towards Trish.

"Shouldn't be too hard if you don't mind pulling in sometime in the next hour; there's a couple of larger-'small towns' off the interstate that should have decent motels," Trish answered, turning her head to give her young friend a smile.

"Let's do that," Jil replied, reaching with her hand to brush her fingers along Trish's cheek.

"Consider it done, sweetie," was Trish's soft reply, glad within herself that Jil wanted a last night as much as she did.

They were checked into their motel room within the hour, leaving them about a six-hour drive the next day. Using Trish's laptop, Jil logged on and checked email, replying to a few, checking school schedules for the upcoming semester, etc. Trish used the time to call Jon, to check in on her business and much to her relief, there was no urgent issues that needed her immediate attention. 

"Business has been good, T," Jon said, using his 'pet name' for Trish, "No problems and nobody not showing up for work; take a couple of more days, if you'd like, we'll survive."

"You saying I'm not needed, Jon?" teased Trish.

"Aaah, you know better than that, boss, it's really just the fact that you work your ass off and take very little time for yourself," Joh replied.

"Well, if it's going that well, I might just take the weekend to unwind from my trip and just come back on Monday, okay?" Trish said, hanging up after Jon gave her a positive response.

"Well, the good news is that I'm not going back to my joint until Monday; I gave myself the weekend off," Trish said as Jil was logging off the laptop.

"The bad news?" asked Jil.

"The bad news is that the real world is waiting for us to return and I really don't want to," Trish answered honestly as Jil crawled onto the bed to lay next to Trish, to lay in Trish's arms.

"I have a little bit of good news," Jil said, "at least, I think it's good news."

"Well, you going to keep me waiting all day, Bitch?" Trish teased as she hugged Jil tightly to her body.

Laughing, Jil said, "No, you cunt! Okay, my news is that my pre-semester enrollment and class plan has been accepted and I don't need to be back at school until Monday."

Pausing a nano-second, Trish asked, "Want to shack up with me for the weekend at my place? I'll bring you back to your dorm either on Sunday night or Monday morning, whichever works best for you."

"Yes, I'd love to shack up with you but only if you don't bring me back until Monday morning," Jil replied, her heart swelling with happiness at the thought of more time with Trish.

"Done!" was all that Trish said, in reply.

They showered, settled on a place to eat dinner (not that there was a huge selection of restaurants to choose from), and were back to their room by seven'ish.

"And that's the way to roll a nice, tight joint, got it?" Trish asked when she was through showing Jil how 'she' rolled doobies.

"Looks easy when you do it but, when I try, it seems like my fingers becomes toes," Jil laughingly replied as she took the offered doob from Trish.

"Yeah, me too when I first started but with enough practice, it becomes easier," Trish replied as she took the joint from Jil's fingers for her own toke.

"Speaking of smoking dope," Trish interjected, "don't you jocks have to pass pee tests and all that crap?"

"Yes, yes we do," Jil answered, "but since my sport is a Spring sport, I won't get tested until January and, following my usual practice, I'll stop smoking dope at Thanksgiving and will not smoke again until after Spring semester is over."

"Crafty, good-looking, and really good at eating pussy; my kind of gal," joked Trish.

"Good", Jil said, pushing Trish onto her back, on the bed, and unsnapping Trish's shorts at the same time, "because that's what I'm going to do right now, I'm going to eat that delicious pussy of yours."

And she did, for a very long time and in such a manner that to say she was 'eating pussy' wouldn't seem quite right...now, if you said that she was making love to Trish's pussy, that would have been much more accurate. 

And, on that last night 'on the road', they made slow, languid love to one another, taking their time, making it last, long into the night until they fell asleep in each other's arms...

***

Trish's estimate of about six hours driving time proved to be right on the money, almost to the second. It wouldn't have been that long had the Nebraska State Trooper not held up their trip to give Trish a speeding ticket, the rat-bastard.

"Count your blessings, baby," Jil said in an effort to calm Trish down after leaving the trooper, "at least we hadn't fired up a doobie yet and he didn't smell the weed, or ask to search the car."

"Yeah, I know, we were lucky in that respect, but still, it pisses me off," Trish fumed, a little less so, now.

"What the fuck did you expect? Did you really think you could drive us back to Denver, the whole way, at ninty miles an hour?" Jil playfully teased.

Smiling, Trish replied, sheepishly, "No, you're right...it was dumb and I should be punished," showing Jil a fake-pout of sadness.

"Yes, yes you should...so, I'll think about a suitable punishment for you while we drive back to Denver but, at the speed limit, Right?" Jil responded.

"Yes, ma'am, at the legal speed limit," Trish agreed, feigning a tone of resignation.

"Good, because I'm going to try to roll a good joint for us to enjoy and I don't want to be interupted by fucking lights and sirens, understood?" Jil admonished.

"Yes ma'am," Trish replied with a gladness in her heart that she hadn't felt in a very long...well, she suddenly wondered, have I really ever felt 'this', before?

It gave Trish something to tuck away, in the deep recesses of her mind, something for her to think about, later, much, much later.

"Ohhh, Trish, I love these old trees hanging over the street," Jil said as they drove down Trish's street in the turn-of-the-century neighborhood. Most of the homes were well over a hundred years old, most updated to meet current codes.

Trish's bar had given her a very nice living, with a very nice income that she used wisely and well. She had bought her place five years ago, spent a ton of money remodling the interior to suit her life, her wants, her needs. It was her house, in every meaning of the word.

The exterior was refreshed, including the coach house garage,located at the rear of Trish's property. Unlike most homes in the neighborhood, Trish's fence was made of stone, not wood, and stood about a foot taller than usually found in fencing. Trish figured that the original owner was a very 'private' person...that, or a psychopath that wanted to keep his social sins hidden. Didn't matter to Trish, she liked the tall, stone fence, feeling as if she was in her own private world when in her back yard.

"Oohh, Trish, this is beautiful," Jil exclaimed when Trish drove into her driveway, parking under the small, flat extension next to the side entrance. The downstairs was comprised of a living room/den, kitchen, bath, dining room, and a small utility/mud room between the kitchen and back entrance. She had added a small deck at the back of the house, covered, and a hot tub that was large enough for six adults. She had also added some shrubbery and trees which served to provide shade and privacy to anyone using the tub.

Upstairs, Trish took out a wall and made two small bedrooms into one, huge master bed/bath complex. She converted another bedroom into a study/library/computer room/office. So that left her with only one other bedroom, making it into a guest room with private bath.

After giving Jil the fifty-cent tour, they opened windows and doors, letting the coolish, late summer air refresh the house that had been closed up for a couple of weeks. Checking her mail, delivered through a front door slot, there was the normal array of ciculars, ads, crap-mail as she called it, which she gathered and dropped straight into the outside trash can, unopened or looked at by her.

"You didn't even look through it for anything important," Jil admonished Trish.

"Anything by mail that's important goes to my business address," Trish explained, "nothing, I mean nothing that means anything comes to this address."

"In fact, cutie-pie, there's only been a few, a very few, people who have come to my house" Trish smilingly said.

"I feel honored," Jil said, and meaning it.

"Me, too, sweetie, me too," Trish said before kissing Jil softly on the lips.

"So, what do you want to do tonight? Eat in, eat out, stay in, go out, what?" Trish asked.

"I don't know, honestly, no joking, I'm really pretty open," Jil said, "What do you want to do?"

"You like theesomes, right?" Trish asked as an idea suddenly popped into her head.

"Yeaah," Jil replied, her curiosity piqued, now.

"How 'bout foursomes?" Trish asked with a wicked grin on her face, her eyebrows arched questioningly.

"Never done a foursome," Jil replied, "But, it sounds pretty interesting."

Picking up her cell, Trish called Marge, asking her if she and Beth might like to come over for some drinks, some hot-tubbing, and to meet her new friend, Jil.

"Well, that sounds intriguing but do you think you can pick up the phone at the last minute and that I'll drop whatever plans I might have had to indulge your whimsies?" Marge responded with a faux-voice of indignation.

"Well, yeah..." Trish replied, a grin on her face that Marge couldn't see, of course, "that and the promise of some very hot sex with my friend and I for you and Beth."

"Well, why didn't you say so, you slut," Marge laughingly replied, "We'll be over at seven, cunt."

"Fuck you, Bitch," Trish said with a laugh, "and don't forget to bring your toys," disconnecting the call afterwards.

Looking at the confused, inquisitive face of Jil, Trish simply said, "We're going to fuck some gals tonight, cutie, let's go get our game faces on," walking towards the staircase that led upstairs.

As they got ready for the evening's activities, Trish brought Jil up to speed as to who Marge and Beth were, of Trish and Marge's meeting, their first fuck that night, of the threesomes with the submissive Beth, and of Beth's fetish with leather.

"Sounds like fun," Jil responded as she toweled herself dry from her shower.

"Should be," Trish said as she entered the large, walk-in enclosure for her own shower, "should be a lot of fun for all of us."

"You're not doing this just to please me, are you? I mean, you're into this, too, aren't you?" Jil suddenly asked.

Looking to Jil in all of her nineteen-year old, naked beauty, Trish honestly replied, "Just for you? No, I like kink too, baby."

***

"Damn, Trish, is this young thing even legal?" Marge asked when she and Beth were introduced to Jil.

"Yep, she is," Jil answered for Trish, with a smile.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear the story of how you two hooked up," Marge said, returning the smile to Jil.

Trish told the story of their meeting to Marge and Beth, with a few interjections from Jil, as Jil opened, then poured them all some wine from Trish's excellent collection.

"Omaha? Hard to believe," Marge commented after hearing of their adventure with Sherry that night in Nebraska.

"Couldn't agree more," Trish commented to the group, "But, in fairness, Sherry's a big-city gal from Chicago who was in town on business."

"Gotta love those big-city gals," Marge opined as she took a large doobie from her purse.

"Oh no, put that away," Trish said, "I've got some shit you two just have to try," reaching for her stash box on the end table, next to the sofa that she and Beth were sharing.

Beth said very little, at first, listening mostly, her eyes darting between Trish and, Jil, who had sat with Marge on a small settee that was part of the 'conversation pit' arrangement of Trish's living room.

The four of them smoked Trish's weed through a hookah-style pipe that Trish had filled with a few ice cubes and a bit of the wine.

"Oh my, that certainly is smooth," Marge said after her third pull on the pipe-hose, "really, really good, Trish."

"Yeah, it is," Trish agreed, the effect of the herb taking her into 'that zone'.

"Come with me, Beth," Trish suddenly said, "You can help me take the ge the hot tub ready so that we can use it a little later."

Dutifully, Beth stood, then, followed Trish out to the back deck. Cover off, controls turned on, Trish fished some towels for them to use from a storage cabinet, next to the tub.

"Mmmm, the water feels good," Beth said to Trish as she tested the water with her hand, using a towel to dry, afterwards.

"Shall we open some more wine and go get the girls?" referring to Marge and Jil.

"Yes, we shall," Beth smilingly replied, her eyes showing the glaze of a good stone, now.

Walking back into the house, Beth kept her hand on the small of Trish's back, her fingers moving in small circles near the base of Trish's spine, lightly rubbing just above Trish's ass. Feels good, Trish thought to herself as she reached for the wine to open.

Looking into the living room, Jil and Marge were in quiet conversation, Marge's fingers 'toying' with Jil's short hair as they talked. Smiling, Trish told them to come out and join her and Beth when they were ready.

"On the way, sweetie," Jil said as she looked over her shoulder, towards Trish's voice. When she turned to do that, Marge used the opportunity to place her hand onto one of Jil's breasts, through Jil's tee-shirt. Squeezing softly, her hand cupped Jil's tit, feeling Jil's nipple get hard against her palm.

Jil smiled and still looking back, rested her chin on the sofa back, leaning in, letting Marge fondle her. Reaching with her own hand, Jil returned Marge's touches by cupping and fondling Marge's breasts at the same time.

They stayed silent did Marge and Jil, fondling each other's breasts, no words needed between them, their hands and fingers doing all the talking that was necessary, for now.

"As good as this feels, I suppose we should join them, shouldn't we?" Marge asked as she pinched, gently, Jil's nipples between her fingers.

"Let's," Jil agreed, "we can continue this later," smiling at Marge.

"Oh yeah, we surely will continue this later," Marge sighed, then gasped, as Jil pinched Marge's nipples as well.

Trish had lowered a bamboo shade/screen that rolled up and down, blocking the elements from the deck/hot-tub area. More importantly, the shade also blocked any voyeurs that might be lurking amongst her neighbors. Didn't know that there were any but why take the chance?

Trish and Beth were already in the hot tub in all of their naked glory when Jil and Marge finally joined them on the back deck. Trish was laying on one of the sculpted, full-body spaces designed for just that, to lay out in full recline in the warm water. Beth was sitting a bit lower, but next to Trish on another sculpted spot, the water-line just above her tits.

Wasting little time, Marge and Jil dutifully disrobed, and climbing into the tub, found spots near each other, across from Beth and Trish. Marge's hand quickly stole over to Jil's lap, her fingers stroking Jil's trimmed landing-strip pubes, under the bubbling water. Turning to look at Marge, next to her, Jil simply smiled and returned the stroking to Marge's shaved, bared honey-pot, Jil's fingers gently peeling Marge's pussy-lips back in play as the four of them made banal conversation.

Beth, for her part, talked little, preferring to lower her mouth to Trish's breasts to suck and lick Trish's now-erect nipples, one at a time, taking turns, if you will. For her part, Trish enjoyed Beth's suckling of her breasts, her own hand, under the bubbling waters, now between Beth's legs, two of her fingers, slowly finger-fucking Ms. Beth while Beth continued to make love to Trish's titties.

Conversation soon waned, the combination of the wine and good herb now taking center-stage among the four of them, a lovely stoned silence eveloping the hot tub much as under a 'dome of silence' as seen in the old, "Get Smart" T.V. series from the sixties. The only sounds that one could hear were four different levels of heavy breathing as their manual manipulations of each other got each of them excited, making them all wanting more of the same.

Her eyes closed, her head leaning on Marge's shoulder while Marge continued to play with her pussy, Jil was first to break the silence.

"I want to fuck somebody," Jil softly moaned, her legs parted so that Marge could, now, finger her snatch which, of course, Marge was only too happy to do.

Turning Jil's head towards her own, Marge kissed Jil, her tongue diving deep into Jil's opened mouth, her fingers (two of them), buried to the knuckles as she increase her fingering of Trish's new friend's cunt.

Breaking off their kiss after a deliciously long time, Marge looked into Jil's young eyes, smiled, then said, "Oh no, sweetie, fuck one, fuck all of us, the first time, anyway," accenting her statement with a pinch of Jil's erect clitoris.

"Even better," Jil finally managed to say through the horned excitement that had wrapped itself around her body.

Giving Marge another tongue-kiss, Jil suddenly rose and exited the tub, grabbing a towel to dry herself.

"First come, first 'cum'," Jil said playfully, "I'll be in Trish's bed, waiting," walking off as she said it.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Marge asked as she moved closer to Trish and Beth, her mouth dropping to trade tongue swipes of Trish's hard nipple with Beth, who was doing the same.

"No, Beth will go first," Trish said firmly, "Let the two young 'uns fuck each other's brains out to get ready for us old broads."

"Works for me, sugar," Marge said looking into Trish's eyes as she swirled her tongue around Trish's nipples, one at a time.

Moving apart from Marge and Trish, Beth climbed out of the tub, drying herself as she gazed in stoned silence as Marge raised Trish's pussy to her mouth. With one last look over her shoulder, Beth walked upstairs, softly, quietly, and, finding the master bedroom, stopped at the doorway to look at Jil, laying naked on the bed.

Getting more horny by the second, Beth climbed onto the bed and, without any words, or foreplay, laid between Jil's opened legs, dropping her mouth to Jil's wet pussy. Slipping her tongue into the warm, moist slit, she reached above her head and, finding Jil's firm breasts, wrapped her hands around them, twirling Jil's nipples between her fingers.

"Oh Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jil screamed as she drove her pussy hard against Beth's magic mouth and snake-like tongue, her climax straining the very fabric of her being.

"That's yours," Beth said coyly, rising to bring herself over Jil's still-shaking body,"And, now, I'll get mine," saying this as she knelt with Jil's head between her knees on the pillow, lowering her wanton cunt to Jil's wanton mouth.

For a deliciously long time, Jil ate Beth's pussy, bringing Beth to many orgasms. So involved with this joyful activity were they, that neither heard Trish and Marge enter the room, a small, soft carryon bag in Marge's hand.




Trish's Place... Ch. 07



Opening the bag, Marge produced two strap on dildoes, handing one to Trish. Smiling at each other at what they knew was about to happen, they each got into the harnesses, each lubing up their faux-cocks with a stimulating lubricant.

But in a turn of events that Trish didn't see coming, when they reached the bed, Marge suddenly pushed Trish onto the bed,face first, climbing between Trish's splayed legs. Before she could react, Trish felt the tip of Marge's strap-on brush her pussy's lips,and then, slowly entering her cunt, the thick faux-cock spreading her pussy.

As Jil continued to eat Beth's honey-sweet pussy, she could feel the bed vibrating with Marge's thrusts of her dildo into Trish's pussy, her thrusts increasingly harder and harder. Trish moaned her pleasure and reaching with her hand to Jil's pussy above her head, on the bed, began fingering Jil as she got fucked royally by Marge.

If you were to ask Jil to name her favorite sexual activity of that evening, she could not have done so. She liked them all. Before the sex-filled night was over, Jil ate the other three women to orgasms, many orgasms; she strapped on a harness and fucked Beth in the ass (at Beth's request) as Beth took turns at eating Trish and Marge. And, allowing herself to be tied to the bed, Jil was fucked by Trish while Marge and Beth took turns sitting on her face. All in all, a very satisfying night of sex with some incredibly lustful women, thought Jil the next morning.

"Get your fill of multi-partner sex for a while?" Trish asked as she handed Jil a mug of coffee at the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, for a while," Jil agreed, adding, "But, Damn! that sure was a lot of fun," smiling over her mug of coffee at Trish.

"Yeah, yeah it was, sweetie," Trish said, "But, I've got to give my pussy and ass some healing time," laughing as she said it.

"I hear that," Jil agreed.

A lazy Sunday, no sex between them, but what was between them, transcended sex. It was unsaid on Monday morning when Trish drove Jil to Boulder, to her dorm, but they both knew. Trish and Jil both knew that what they shared would be with them a long time. 

"Give me a call every now and then, will ya?" Trish asked of Jil.

"Of course, and, after I've settled into my class and labs schedules, I'd like to find a weekend with you again, if that would work for you?" Jil asked back.

"Yeah, yeah, that'd work for me, baby," Trish answered, smiling and winking when she said it.

Well Trish, she thought to herself as she drove away from Jil, looks like you have a young pussy, at your beck and call, for your pleasures.

And, truth be told, Trish liked that...she liked it a lot.



Trish's Place... Ch. 08



Fall, in the Rocky Mountains, is an incredibly beautiful season. The mountains explode with the golden hue of Aspen trees, the glow from their quaking leaves almost blinding on a sunny day. That, plus the crispness of mountain air, beckons to those who live in the city, pulling them from their homes to spend some time driving in the hills and mountains to grab that 'last' bit of nice weather before the snows of the coming winter sets in.

It was on such a pristine day that Trish found herself driving the roads of the Rockies, her senses bombarded by the beauty of the surrounding countryside. Jazz and Blues from her car's radio, a doobie between her fingers, and the company of a new friend...life was good, thought Trish.

"Sure you don't want another hit?" Trish asked of her new 'friend' and neighbor, Ellie.

"Are you shitting me? Are you trying to get me completely zonked?" Ellie replied, her voice already betraying the effect of the herb and the thin mountain air.

Well, yeah, I am, thought Trish, with a small, sly smile on her lips. Get you zonked, then naked in my bed, the thought of which causing Trish's small smile to spread broadly across her face.

Ellie...I should digress a bit and bring the reader up to speed as to how she came to be sitting in the passenger seat of Trish's car, and, of how she became the object of Trish's sexual desire...

Within a week of returning from her road trip with Jil, Trish was back at the grind of running her bar, managing her employees, paying her bills; in short, to use Trish's words, 'back into the real world'. The second week after her return, Trish turned onto her street only to see a moving van blocking her driveway. Workers were busily unloading furniture and household goods into the house next door to Trish. 

Must have sold, thought Trish as she found a spot on the street to park her ride. Glancing over to the activity, she walked to, then up her driveway when a voice got her attention.

"I'm sorry that the movers have blocked your driveway but they're almost finished and should be out of here within the hour."

Turning, shading her eyes from the sun that lay low on the horizon, Trish's eyes beheld a woman of approximately her own age, she judged, but with the build of the proverbial brick shit-house.

"Hi, I'm Ellie, your new neighbor. Though, on second thought, blocking your driveway is not a very neighborly thing to do," laughing nervously as she said it.

"Hi, Ellie, I'm Trish. Don't worry about the driveway thing; it's no big deal," Trish replied, taking Ellie's offered hand in greeting.

"Well, the sooner the movers are gone, the better so that I can start getting unpacked," Ellie said.

"I don't envy you that chore. I'd rather have a root canal without the drugs than move...I fucking hate moving," replied Trish.

"Ain't that the truth," Ellie said, brushing her dangling blonde tresses from her face. "Still, it has to be done and since I'm a committee of one, the sooner I get to it, the sooner it's done."

"No husband or boyfriend to help you?" queried Trish.

"Nope. Had a husband but I dumped his philandering ass a few months ago. It's just me, and that's not a bad thing," Ellie said with a small chuckle.

"Men! Can't live with 'em and it's illegal to kill them," Trish joked in return, causing Ellie to laugh at the remark.

"Fuck 'em; I'm taking a long break from men, that, you can take to the bank," Ellie declared.

"I hear that; well, don't let me keep you from your chores but when you're ready for a break, some food, or a drink, come on over and I'll rustle something up for us to celebrate your move into the neighborhood," Trish smilingly offered.

"That's kind but you don't have to do that," Ellie replied.

"Rather do that than help unpack your shit and put it away," Trish laughingly said, causing Ellie to laugh with her, in return.

"Well, thank you, I just might take you up on your kind offer," and with that and a wave, Ellie returned to her tasks which lay ahead.

Hmmm, thought Trish as she unlocked, then entered her house, now that's a neighbor I wouldn't mind knowing a little better. Trish stopped in her tracks as she processed the thought and started laughing to herself. Damn, she thought as she checked the fridge for ideas for dinner, I really have become quite the pussy hound.

Answering the knock at her door a few hours later, Trish opened it to find Ellie standing there with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses.

"That offer for a break still good?" Ellie asked with a smile on her lips.

"Abso-fucking-lutely", Trish answered as she stepped aside to let Ellie enter, "A good looking gal with wine to share always has a spot at my table."

Trish whipped together a small carb-filled pasta dish and salad while sipping wine and chatting with Ellie, who sat at the counter, her offer to help declined by Trish. They exchanged short bios and laughed a lot. Both had a similar sense of sardonic humor, both confident in who they were. Ellie, divorced six months, but separated over two years, jumped at the chance to leave Virginia for a promotion and move to Colorado.

"Starting over and all that crap," she explained, "too much baggage and too many memories back in Virginia.'

The meal was good, the laughter was better, and Ellie said her goodbyes a couple of hours after arriving.

"Next time, I fix dinner for you," she declared.

"Tell me when and I'll be there," Trish replied as she waved goodbye to her new neighbor.

Over the next few weeks, Ellie and Trish found more in common with each visit to the other's home. They fell into a fast friendship, a friendship unlike any that Trish had had before. They went shopping a few times, a few movies, and fell into the habit of taking turns cooking a couple nights a week so that neither would have to eat alone all the time.

Over the same few weeks, Trish found her masturbation fueled more and more with visions of her well-built neighbor, naked, laying in her bed, and with Trish dining at Ellie's 'Y'. And so, it was with this brief history, that Trish and Ellie were returning from their day-trip to the mountains, and that Trish was seriously planning to put the moves on Ellie that night.

"What a great day, thank you so much," Ellie said as they exited Trish's car.

"Not over with yet, sugar-britches," Trish said as she put her arm around Ellie, guiding her into her house.

"Oh no?" Ellie said with a chuckle,"what other surprises do you have for me?"

"We're going to order some pizza, smoke some more dope, drink some more wine, and unwind in the hot tub," Trish answered as they went out the back door so that Trish could turn on the tub.

"Works for me," Ellie declared, much to Trish's delight, "but you have to let me run back to my house to check messages and to take a quick shower."

"You have a half-hour," Trish sternly admonished, "which should give me time enough to shower as well."

Ellie was back, wine in hand, in twenty minutes.

"Pizza's on the way," Trish commented as she fetched two wine glasses while Ellie was opening the bottle of Cabernet.

Ellie, much as Trish, had opted for some shorts, a tee and, judging by the points poking the material of the tee she was wearing, no bra, thought Trish. The quick mind-pic of Ellie's nipples caused a wave of warmth to envelop Trish's crotch which, in turn, caused Trish to smile to herself.

Pizza delivered and eaten, the girls were sitting in Trish's living room, finishing the last of the Cabernet and second doobie, making chit-chat as they did so.

"So, who was that young girl that was over here last weekend?" Ellie asked of Trish, Ellie's eyes betraying her stoned state.

"Jil. She's a friend who's studying at Boulder," Trish replied.

"Cute," Ellie said further.

"Yep," Trish responded.

"I'm not prying but I am curious; No husband or boyfriends cluttering your life?" Ellie asked, her eyes seemingly looking for a 'hint' of 'something'.

"Nope. Been there, done that, and I decided that I didn't really want to stay on that treadmill," Trish replied, "so I'm exploring other options."

Silence...

"Hence, your young friend, Jil?" Ellie said after a pause as she contemplated what Trish had said just previously.

"Yep," Trish replied.

Silence...

"Always good to have options," Ellie replied, her eyes 'hard' on Trish as she said it, her eyelids half-closed.

"Ready for some tubbing?" Trish asked after a few moments.

"Damn. I forgot about tubbing; I'll need to run home and grab a suit," Ellie said.

"Not on my account you don't; we both have the same body parts," Trish replied.

"Yeah, you're right, we do...fuck it, if you're good with it, I'm good with it," Ellie said after a few moments.

"I'm very good with it, sweetie," was all that Trish said, standing, then offering a hand to Ellie to help her from her seat on the couch.

Ellie took Trish's offered hand in her own, allowing Trish to do most of the work in lifting her from the couch. Trish had pulled a bit too hard which resulted with their bodies softly bumping against the other's, just enough to throw them off balance, forcing them to hold on to the other and stop themselves from falling.

Their faces were scant inches from each other's, their lips almost touching. For just a few seconds longer than needed, they held on to each other, the silence deafening, the warmth from each's breath caressing the skin of the other.

"Sorry, sweetie," Trish said, breaking the silence, "I guess I pulled a wee bit too hard," letting her hands drop from her grasp of Ellie's waist.

"No harm, no foul," Ellie smilingly replied, her eyes not leaving Trish's.

Taking Ellie's hand in hers, Trish led them out to the back deck, flipping a switch when they reached the outside which illuminated some rope lighting around the deck. Dropping Ellie's hand from hers, Trish lowered the bamboo privacy shade, allowing the soft glow from the rope lighting to add a nice touch to the scene.

Trish then took a couple of towels out from a cabinet near the tub, laying them on a small lounger on the deck.

Silently, they began to disrobe, Trish's eyes never leaving Ellie as garments dropped to the deck. Ellie, for her part, tried not to look, or to be caught looking to be truthful, but soon she returned Trish's gaze as they finally were both naked.

"Damn, but does this ever feel wonderful," Ellie commented as she sank her body into the bubbling, warm water.

"Yeah, it does, it truly does," Trish replied.

Taking reclining sculpted seats opposite of each other, they sipped the wine that Trish had poured for them before she got into the tub, making chit-chat of little consequence. The warm water, the wine, the weed, all contributed to an atmosphere that didn't really encourage talk, mostly what it did was to encourage a feeling of being comfortable with each other's presence.

"How long have you known Jil?" Ellie suddenly asked Trish, Ellie's voice soft, languid and, thought Trish, sexy.

"Not long. We met this past summer," Trish replied, wondering where Ellie was coming from.

"She's really pretty, at least from what I saw of her last weekend," Ellie said, her eyes now closed, her breathing slow.

"She certainly is," Trish said, "Maybe, if you'd like, you could join us for dinner whenever she comes back for a weekend visit."

"That'd be nice but I wouldn't want to intrude," Ellie answered.

"Not a problem, sweetie, I assure you," Trish replied absent-mindedly, her mind trying to decide how to make a move on Ellie. Since watching Ellie disrobe and then, seeing her naked, Trish's snatch was throbbing with desire. Suddenly, Trish had a thought. 

"Want to do another doobie with me?" Trish asked Ellie.

"Only if you've got a place for me to sleep; more weed on top of the wine and I promise you, I'll not be able to walk next door, to my place," Ellie replied.

"Not to worry, sugar-britches, I've got room for you to stay over," Trish said, reaching for her stash box after drying her hands. Fishing out the pre-rolled doobie she had already placed in the box, she fired it up while moving over to where Ellie lay in the tub. Holding the doobie so that Ellie could take a hit, Trish's body shivered slightly when Ellie's lips brushed against her fingertips as she took her hit.

They took their time in smoking the joint but as it got shorter, nearing 'roach stage', Trish asked Ellie if she had ever had a 'shotgun'.

"You mean where someone blows smoke into your mouth?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah, that; ever had one?

"No," was Ellie's answer.

"Want me to shotgun you?" Trish asked, locking Ellie's eyes with her own.

Pausing, as if making up her mind about a lot of things, Ellie finally answered with a slow nodding of her head, her eyes searching Trish's face as she did so.

Taking a huge hit, Trish moved her mouth closer to Ellie's which was opening slightly in anticipation. Placing her mouth over Ellie's, Trish released the smoke into Ellie's mouth which opened even further, reacting to Trish's mouth on hers. Smoke seeped from the corners of each's lips, their breathing the only sound one could hear.

Of course it evolved into a kiss...how could it not?

The smoke, now shared, drifted from their mouths, Trish's lips slowly moving around Ellie's, her tongue slowly licking at Ellie's soft lips. Ellie didn't jump back, express shock, or any of that bullshit. It felt too good for that reaction. No, what Ellie did was to surrender to the feelings that were enveloping her being from Trish's excellent kissing of her mouth, opening her mouth further, letting Trish's tongue slowly slip into her welcoming mouth.

They held that kiss for an awfully long time, neither wanting the moment to end. And when Ellie felt a hand cup her breast, softly pinching her nipple as the palm caressed her breast, Ellie sighed a mighty sigh and put her arms around Trish, pulling Trish closer to her body. After what seemed like an hour, they ended their kiss, Trish's hand staying on Ellie's breast, softly kneading her tit as they simply stared into each other's eyes.

"I've never..." Ellie started to say.

"I know," Trish interrupted.

"It's been a long time since I've been with anyone," Ellie managed to say, her breathing clearly showing her enjoyment of what Trish's hand was doing with her breast, or breasts, now that Trish's other hand joined in the play.

"Then I'll do my best to make sure that you don't leave disappointed," Trish said, softly, just before dropping her mouth onto one of Ellie's, now hardened, nipples.

"Ohhhh," was all that Ellie could say in reply as Trish's mouth started sucking on her nipple. Taking her time, not rushing, Trish suckled Ellie's breasts and nipples, loving the feeling of Ellie's larger breasts in her mouth, on her tongue.

Ellie's response, aside from enjoyment of what Trish was doing to her, was to place one of her hands on the back of Trish's head, holding it to her breasts. She moved her other hand to Trish's back, slowly rubbing it under the warm water, letting her fingers tentatively explore more and more of Trish's firm, muscled back.

"Ahhhhh, Jesus," Ellie said when Trish started to lightly bite Ellie's nipples with her teeth. As if it had a mind of its own, Ellie felt her hand move from Trish's back, along her ribcage, and towards her front until her hand found Trish's breasts, under the water. As Trish alternately sucked and bit Ellie's nipples, Ellie cupped and fondled Trish's breasts, one, then the other.

With a kiss to each of Ellie's nipples, Trish suddenly stopped what she was doing, stood in the tub and offered a hand out to Ellie, which Ellie took, a look of unsuredness on her face as to what was happening.

Leading them both out of the tub, Trish took a towel and slowly began drying Ellie's body, taking her time, feeling Ellie's body under the terry material. Kneeling behind Ellie, Trish rubbed the back of Ellie's legs first, then her firm ass, placing a soft kiss on Ellie's ass-crack, at the tip of the spine, before moving to kneel in front of Ellie.

Slowly, Trish dried Ellie's legs, slowly rubbing the towel up the insides of her legs, stopping just short of Ellie's snatch. When the legs were done, Trish softly patted Ellie's pubes until they were almost dry and just before she stood up, Trish placed a soft kiss dead center on Ellie's clit, which caused a soft gasp to escape Ellie's lips.

Without being asked to do so, Ellie picked up the other towel and did to Trish what Trish had just done to her, including a soft kiss to Trish's belly-button. Silently, Trish took Ellie by the hand and led her back into the house and up the stairs to Trish's bedroom. Trish left the light off, letting the light from downstairs cast a soft glow into her bedroom. 

Moving onto her king-sized bed, Trish laid Ellie down on her back, in the middle of the bed. Laying on her side, supported by her elbow, Trish brought her mouth to the side of Ellie's face, placing soft, butterfly kisses to her cheek, ears and neck, letting her tongue lick its way up Ellie's neck and then, into her mouth.

This time, though, there was no tentativeness on Ellie's part. No, this time, Ellie kissed Trish back, letting her own tongue explore Trish's mouth, her hands holding Trish's head between them.

Trish took her time exploring Ellie's body, spending a very long time just kissing with some touching and fondling of Ellie's tits. As her own passion built into an almost uncontrollable entity, Trish kissed her way down Ellie's body, slipping her body over, then between, Ellie's legs which were spreading, reflexively it seemed. Keeping both of her hands on Ellie's breasts over her head, Trish slid down until her mouth felt Ellie's soft pubes. As if guided by radar, Trish's tongue began circling Ellie's, now erect, clitoris.

"Ohhhhhh, damn, damn, damn," Ellie heard herself say when that first orgasm caught her by surprise, her body throbbing with orgasmic bliss. And when Trish's tongue snaked into Ellie's slit, Ellie's very wet, warm slit, she came again...then again...then, again, her voice almost sobbing with thankfulness and joy.

They lost count, both of them, of Ellie's climaxes. And when she decided to take a break, to give her sore mouth and jaw a rest, Trish was pulled up by Ellie and laid on her back, with Ellie now leaning over her.

Without missing a beat, Ellie leaned over and began kissing Trish, Ellie's hands fondling Trish's tits and body as she explored Trish's open mouth with her tongue. Much as Trish had done to her, Ellie snaked her tongue down Trish's neck and chest until her mouth was over Trish's breasts. Not hesitating a bit, she lowered her mouth and began sucking and licking Trish's tits.

The more she sucked and kissed Trish's breasts, the more turned on Ellie found herself, letting her hand rub Trish's body until she found her hand between Trish's slightly opened legs. Sucking even harder now, on Trish's tits, Ellie cupped Trish's snatch, letting her finger slip into Trish's love-canal, marveling at how slippery and warm Trish's pussy felt to her finger. Biting down on Trish's nipples, Ellie began slowly moving her finger in and out of Trish's cunt, finger-fucking Trish until Trish cried out as she, too, reached orgasm.

When she realized that she had caused Trish to climax, Ellie found a small bit of joy in that, but she wasn't sure why. And before Ellie had time to think about it, she found herself crawling between Trish's now wide-opened legs, her head and mouth dropping to taste Trish's very wet pussy.

I've died and gone to heaven was the first conscious thought that Ellie could focus on as she reveled in the tastes and smells of another woman's cunt. Loving the wetness that surrounded her mouth as she increased her eating of Trish's pussy, Ellie almost came from the pure joy of what she was doing.




Trish's Place... Ch. 08



Ellie didn't know how long she was down there but she did know that when she felt herself being pulled up and laid onto her back, next to Trish, her mouth, tongue and jaw was sore.

"I thought you said that you've never..." Trish started to say.

"I haven't, not until now, tonight," Ellie said as she fought to catch her breath.

"Damn sure could've fooled me," Trish said as she lay on her side, turned to face Ellie, who was on her back.

"I'm a quick learner?" Ellie replied, turning to her side, now, facing Trish.

"Yeah, let's go with that; I'm a good teacher, and you're a good student," Trish said, a smile on her lips as she did so.

They were silent for quite a while, their eyes on each other doing all the talking that needed to be done.

"Trish?" Ellie said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, baby, what?" Trish answered.

"Can I stay over? Can I stay over and sleep with you tonight?" Ellie asked.

"That was my plan," Trish replied.

"What? Me staying over, or sleeping?" Ellie playfully questioned.

"Don't think we're going to get a whole lot of sleep, sugar-britches; I'm getting horny again, already, just lying next to you," Trish answered, her hand reaching to fondle one of Ellie's breasts.

"Oh, good; then it's not just me," Ellie said, turning to lie on her back, opening her legs as she did so.

Smiling, Trish crawled over and between Ellie's legs, flicking her tongue over Ellie's clit as she did so.

"Oh no, babydoll, it's definitely not just you," lowering her head and taking Ellie's clit between her lips as she said it.

Trish was right...they didn't get a lot of sleep that night.



Trish's Place... Ch. 09



"For God's sake, T, quit finding excuses to not take the weekend off," Jon said to Trish as they were closing down the bar on Thursday night, "We've got it; we have it covered; the world will continue to spin on its axis if you take a weekend off," laughing at his boss, and, friend.

"Yeah, I know it will, smartass, but..." Trish responded to Jon as she began the cash count for the night.

"But, my ass," Jon retorted, "There's no reason not to enjoy the fruit of your labors."

"Well...if you're sure..." Trish finally said, knowing that Jon was absolutely right. She's worked her ass off for the past fifteen years, building her business, securing a really good income for herself, and her employees, and in all that time, she's taken exactly eighteen days off. So, yeah, she'll take the weekend off and spend it with her girls...

Her girls. Jil and Ellie. Oh yes, Ellie, she was definitely Trish's girl, now, but not in a clingy way. No, nothing like that at all. Ellie was so much like Trish in most ways that they could have been twins. Ellie, make no mistake about it, was firmly on-board the Sapphic Express and not looking back either.

Trish thought about all of that as she made the night deposit a few blocks away, at her bank. Waving to Jon the 'O.K.' signal (never just one person makes the night drop), she found her way to the interstate and settled in for the twenty minute drive to her home. Trish thought back to the morning after she had sucessfully seduced Ellie...

"Coffee?" Trish asked as she walked from her bathroom, glowing and fresh from her shower, directing the question to Ellie, still in bed, naked and with her face showing the remnants of Trish's pussy juices around her mouth.

"Coffee, yeah, that'd be great," Ellie said, still somewhat groggy from just waking up, "But, I seriously need to shower before I do anything; I smell like pussy," laughing a bit when she said it.

"Can't imagine why," Trish teased, "I mean, it's not like you've been eating pussy or anything like that."

"Yeah, I know," Ellie teased back, "I mean, I did tell you that I've never fucked a woman, didn't I?"

"Yep, that's what you said, but this morning, you can't say that anymore, now can you?" replied Trish, pausing at the door, her eyes on Ellie's gorgeous nakedness as Ellie finally got out of bed.

"No, I can't," Ellie said, somewhat seriously, "and for what its worth, I'm glad that it happened."

"Me too, sugar-britches, me too; now, towels, robe and new toothbrush and whatever else you might need are all laid out. Get a move on and I'll start the coffee," Trish smilingly replied.

Ellie joined Trish in the kitchen a very short time later, her skin pinkish from the hot shower, her hair glistening from being freshly washed.

Over coffee that morning, they rehashed yesterday, last night, and Trish admitted that she had planned on seducing Ellie that evening, that she had been thinking about it almost from the day they met.

"Well, I'm certainly glad you did; that's the most fun I've had without clothes in...well, ever," Ellie replied, she and Trish laughing together at her remark.

Two cups of coffee later, they were back in Trish's bed, locked into a passionate sixty-nine embrace, not leaving the fun and games until the sun had set that evening.

And since that weekend? Their friendship remained as strong as ever, only now, it had a FWB 'status'. Because of their individual work schedules and such, they got together for pure sexual release once or twice a week, sometimes less. Neither were looking for 'love', neither were wanting a long-term-relationship; no, what they had was just perfect for the both of them...

Turning into her driveway, Trish noticed that her deck's ropelights were on, casting a soft glow across the driveway near the garage.

"Don't shoot, Trish, it's just me," Trish heard Ellie's voice say from the hot tub area of her deck.

Walking around and entering the deck from the backyard steps, Trish was greeted by the sight of Ellie, in all her naked glory, lounging in the tub.

"See, I told you not to trust me with your house keys," Ellie teased.

"Better you than some hardleg," Trish joked back.

"Join me?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah, think I will...let me drop off my purse and shit and I'll be out in a jiff," Trish said, asking further, "Want something to drink?"

"Cervasa, chickie," Ellie replied.

Settling into the tub, Trish felt the troubles of the world slip off of her body, from her soul, as the warm, bubbling water caressed her body, her cold beer held above the water.

"So, are we on for this weekend with Ms. Jil?" Ellie asked after Trish settled onto one of the sculpted seats, "Am I finally going to meet this young thing that, according to you, just loves to lick pussy?"

Jil's schedule at the University made weekends with Trish a difficult thing to arrange, but when they could, they did. When, during a phone conversation with Jil, Trish told Jil of her new playmate, Ellie, Jil's response was simply, "Can I play with her, too?"

"Yep, you will; should be a fun weekend, in and out of bed," Trish said, thinking about the planned trip into the mountains for dinner, after picking up Jil at CU, in Boulder, on Friday afternoon.

"Will you have to work?" Ellie asked, moving to sit next to Trish.

"Nope; Jon's got it all handled. I'm free and clear until Monday morning," Trish smilingly replied, leaning her head back to rest on the side of the hot tub, closing her eyes in relaxation.

Feeling Ellie's fingertips softly creeping between her legs, Trish smiled and slightly parted her legs for Ellie's fingers. In the few short weeks that they had been lovers, they discovered that Ellie 'really' liked finger-fucking another woman and that Trish 'really' liked being finger-fucked by Ellie.

Win-Win, one could say.

"I'm really looking forward to this, baby," Ellie said, leaning in and kissing Trish, afterwards.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm really curious about sex with someone new, someone different," Ellie said as she kissed a path towards Trish's tits, the nipples just out of the water.

Opening her eyes and looking at Ellie for a long second or two, Trish asked, "You're really digging this girl-girl thing, aren't you?"

"Worse things in life," Ellie opined before taking Trish's nipple into her sucking mouth and lips.

"Wait until you find yourself checking out other chicks and not guys," Trish said as she placed her hand, softly, on Ellie's head, holding it to her breast.

"Already have," Ellie said between sucks of Trish's nipples, "In fact, I've been thinking about one gal down at work, thinking about asking her over for dinner one night."

"Be careful about the work thing; generally not a good idea," Trish said as she found Ellie's snatch with her searching hand.

"Oh, she doesn't work for my firm; she works down the hall, at another firm. I'm just feeling some 'vibe thing' going on when we're in the elevator, or lunchroom," Ellie replied, opening her legs, feeling Trish's fingers slide deep into her pussy.

"Trish?" Ellie said, her breathing heavier from Trish's excellent fingerwork with Ellie's cunt.

"Yeah, baby," Trish answered, her own breath coming in short gasps as they fingered each other with increasing passion.

"I really need to fuck you right now. Upstairs. In your bed. Right-fucking-now." Ellie gasped.

Well...yeah, of course they did.

***

Friday was Ellie's 'tele-commute-day', working from home, finishing her 'to-do' list around noon. Showering, then choosing something to wear for the jaunt to Boulder to pick up Jil, Ellie fired up a small roach, poured a glass of wine, and sat on her back porch to 'kick-back' and wait for Trish to come home from her bar.

While she chilled out on this crisp Fall day, she thought about 'things', finding clarity when alone with her wine, and with her renewed affair with Mari...Marijauna, lol. No doubt about it, she thought, she was super happy that the 'fates' had brought she and Trish together as neighbors, as friends, and especially, as lovers.

When she and Trish had planned this weekend with Jil, Trish had asked about her feelings about threesomes. Ellie simply said, "I'm game to try it."

What Ellie didn't say was that she had had threesomes before, with her ex and some carefully chosen males. Pressured by her then-husband, it was a failed attempt on Ellie's part to infuse excitement into her failing marriage. Didn't help, the bastard kept cheating on her and finally, Ellie had enough and threw the asshole out of their house and out of her life. Oh well, she thought, water under the bridge and all that...

So, here she was, forty-two, divorced, and finding herself now interested(read-obsessed)in bedding women, not guys, and feeling very much okay with that. In fact, more than 'very much okay'...Truthfully, she thought, she wished that she had discovered girl-girl sex long before now.

Hearing Trish's car drive into the driveway, next door, Ellie smiled a small smile of anticipation, thinking about the weekend ahead...

Trish turned the bar over to Jon at around two that afternoon, drove home, showered, and by four, she and Ellie were wending their way through the campus streets to Jil's dorm.

Jil was sitting on a bench under a leafless tree, enjoying the sunshine on this nippy day, reading a book while she waited. Looking up, she saw Trish's car approaching, and grabbing her backpack with her weekend's needs, smilingly walked to the curb.

Quick intros were made and despite Jil's protests, Ellie took the back seat so that Jil could ride up front.

"I'm taking the scenic route," Trish declared to them both, "should be a gorgeous day for that."

"Where are we going?" Ellie asked.

"Up to Estes Park for some great food and drink at a friend's place," Trish replied as she found the road and started the climb into the foothills for the drive. Fishing into her purse, she produced a fat-boy doobie, asking first, if Jil was still able to smoke.

"Oh yeah, I won't have to take a UA until after the first of the year. This will be my last weekend to smoke before I start the cleansing process," Jil answered before taking a toke, then passing it to Ellie, in the back of the car.

"And if you flunk the UA?" Ellie asked Jil after she'd taken a hit.

"Won't happen, I'm too careful when on campus. Really, I don't smoke a lot unless I'm around Trish," Jil laughingly replied.

"She does have a way of corrupting, doesn't she?" Ellie joked back with Jil.

"Yeah, well, fuck both of you broads," Trish commented, "I don't remember having to hold a gun to either one of you to do a damn thing," laughing after she said it.

Hesitating a beat, Ellie looked at Jil and replied, "Well, when the bitch is right, the bitch is right." chuckling a bit as she said it.

"Can't argue about that," Jil agreed.

The drive to Estes was uneventful, the mood in the car cheerful, the sounds of conversation between Jil and Ellie a source of 'white noise' to Trish as she concentrated on the winding, mountain highway. For their part, Jil and Ellie used the time to get acquainted with the other, and judging by the laughter and tone of their conversation, they were both finding comfortability with each other. 

Jil stole quick looks at Ellie's D-cup breasts that stretched the fabric of the sweater she was wearing, thoughts of what she wanted to do with them, fueling the warmth between her legs. Ellie, on the other hand, was projecting her thoughts into what lay ahead for that evening, wondering about the 'mechanics' of three women having unbridled sex in the same bed. Two guys, thought Ellie, not a problem; suck one while the other fucks you, at least that was her experience when she had a few threesomes with her ex. 

But, when she wasn't thinking about that, Ellie was finding pleasure in the beauty that was Jil. She really is quite beautiful, thought Ellie, admiring the smooth, clear skin and smallish, firm breasts that lay under Jil's tee, hardened nipples poking the material of the shirt. Ellie's mind was conjuring images of her lips sucking Jil's nipples when they arrived in Estes, at Trish's friend's restaurant.

As promised, the food and ambiance was to die for, the mood at their table becoming sexually charged as the evening wore on. Oh, they all knew what lay ahead, though the only hint an outsider might have seen would have been the looks of longing that seem to flow between the three of them. No doubt about it though, the meal, the shared wine at dinner, and the doobie they smoked on the way, had the three of them feeling horny and ready for some fun with each other.

"Why don't you two ride in the back," Trish casually suggested as they were about to leave for the trip back to Denver, to Trish's home, "Get to know each other a little better, so to speak," she suggested with a smile on her face.

Looking to each other when Trish said it, Jil spoke first, saying, "I think that's a lovely idea," flashing a seductive smile towards Ellie's equally smiling face. 

"Yes, I quite agree," Ellie contributed as Jil held the door opened for her to enter first.

And just as their car left the small, mountain town that catered to tourists, Jil leaned into Ellie, her hand pulling Ellie's head towards her parting lips, her intent to kiss Ellie quite evident.

Night comes early to the mountains in the Fall and though it was dark in the car, except for the instrument lighting, there was just enough of a glow that Trish could catch quick glimpses of the activity in her backseat as she drove them home.

The soft sounds of kisses and murmurs of contentment filled the car as Jil and Ellie explored each other's mouth with their tongues, their hands busily feeling and fondling the other. And when Trish heard a gasp of suprise and delight escape Ellie's lips, she adjusted her rear-view mirror to glimpse the back of Jil's head as she sucked on Ellie's breasts, Ellie's sweater pulled up almost to her neck so that she could do so. Trish could also see Ellie's hand under Jil's tee, fiercly fondling the teenager's breasts as Jil sucked and licked at Ellie's tits.

By the time their car reached the western 'burbs of Denver, Jil was laying on top of Ellie, the two women furiously grinding their crotches against each other, Ellie's hands squeezing Jil's ass cheeks, pulling Jil's crotch harder against her own as they humped each other, their lips locked in a lustful embrace.

The 'moment' was shattered by the sound of a blasting airhorn of a trucker that Trish had just passed on the interstate, the driver having caught a quick glance at the activity in the rear seat when Trish's car sped past. Sticking a hand out of her window, Trish waved acknowledgement of the driver's approval of what he had just seen.

"Made his day," Trish jokingly said as the two women came up for air and started rearranging their mussed up clothing, the comment causing the three of them to laugh together. As the laughter subsided, Jil settled into the crook of Ellie's arms, smiling as Ellie casually let her hands fondle Jil's tits, through her tee shirt, her lips gently kissing the top of Jil's head.

"I am soooo ready to fuck," Jil murmured softly as Ellie's fingers gently pinched her hard nipples, "it's been a while."

"Not to worry, baby," Trish said as she turned onto her street, "relief is just a few short blocks away," smiling to herself when she said it.

"Ooohhh good," Jil said, her excitement evident in her voice, "but my quandry is which one of you I'm going to attack first," her breathing a bit labored from the horniness she was feeling.

"Might not be an issue if Ellie and I attack you first," Trish quipped as she pulled into her driveway.

"Works for me," Jil cheerfully responded as she and Ellie untangled themselves to get out of the car, a smile on all three of their faces...

At Trish's urging, the three of them had Margaritas that Trish quickly blended for them, prolonging the longing, prolonging the anticipation of the promised sexual adventures. Oh, they kissed and touched each other as they lounged about the den, the soft sounds of Jazz in the background, fueling the desire that was present in the room, the 800 lb. gorilla that just wouldn't go away...not that any of them wanted it to.

Finishing her drink first, Jil stood, looking at Trish and Ellie in turn, while slowly removing her clothes, the sheen of wetness visible on her small patch of pubic hair. Walking towards the stairway, she turned back and said, "I'm going to Trish's bed, don't make me wait too long or I'll start without you," smiling seductively at her two older, soon-to-be, lovers.

Ellie and Trish silently watched Jil's young, firm ass as she slowly walked up the stairs, each envisioning in their mind, what lay ahead for the three of them.

"Girl's got a really fine ass, Trish," Ellie commented as her eyes followed Jil up the stairs.

"Wait 'til you taste her equally fine pussy," Trish responded.

The sudden sound of a small chuckle from Ellie caused Trish to turn and look at her.

"What?" Trish asked.

"When I moved here from Virginia, it was to start fresh, to leave the crap behind in Virginia, to start a new chapter in my life," Ellie said, looking at Trish now when she did so.

"And?" Trish prompted.

"So now, in two short months, I find myself sitting in my neighbor's home, a neighbor who is also a lover, and lusting at the thought of burying my face and tongue in some nineteen year-old college coed's pussy; I certainly didn't see that coming when I moved here for 'change'," Ellie replied.

"Well, off-hand, I'd say to you, Mission Accomplished!" Trish responded, standing to climb the stairs to their awaiting coed.

"Ya' think?" Ellie simply said...

Trish and Ellie paused a moment at the doorway of the bedroom to take in the sight before them.

Jil had lit several mood candles which cast a soft light about the room. She was laying in the middle of the bed, both of her hands busily playing with her pussy, two fingers of one hand slowly stroking in and out of her love canal, the other hand slowly rubbing her pubes and clit. Seeing them at the door, she continued to play with herself, her eyes telegraphing lustful messages to them both as they slowly stripped off their clothes, their eyes not leaving Jil's.

As they approached the bed, Jil removed her fingers from her snatch, holding them out, offering them to be sucked by whichever of these two forty-somethings wanted to. Trish took Jil's fingers into her mouth, slowly sucking on them, tasting Jil's juices as she climbed into the bed. Ellie, for her part, was moving to crawl onto to the bed between Jil's out-stretched legs, her need to taste this young thing's pussy driving her to do so.

Taking her time, starting at Jil's feet, Ellie began the process of kissing her way up Jil's firm, young legs, prolonging her lust to taste Jil. Trish laid next to Jil, smothering her with kisses to her breasts, biting at her nipples, her hand feeling and fondling the other breast as she did so. Moving her mouth to Jil's, Trish slipped her tongue deep into Jil's opened mouth, loving the feel of their tongues as they dueled with each other. Breaking from her kiss with Jil, Trish climbed to straddle Jil's head between her knees, on the pillows, Jil's hands on her ass as she guided Trish's pussy towards her mouth.

Just as Jil's tongue began its dance on Trish's clit, Ellie's mouth and tongue surrounded Jil's pussy, the smell and taste of which flipped on a switch in Ellie, turning her into one lean, mean, pussy-eating machine.

Moving her pussy back and forth over Jil's mouth and tongue, slowly at first, Trish settled into a rhythm that would result in one of the best orgasms that she had ever experienced and, folks, that was saying a lot.




Trish's Place... Ch. 09



Ellie came, a small orgasm but an orgasm nevertheless, from her frenzied attack on Jil's delicious snatch. And when Jil screamed as she climaxed, the sound was muffled by Trish's pussy covering her mouth.

And, so it went into the wee hours of the next morning, each taking turns at riding Jil's mouth, each taking turns at being ridden by the other two. The smell of sex was prevelent in Trish's bedroom, and on the gals, when they gave in to fatigue, called in a night and fell asleep in Trish's bed.

The rest of the weekend was a total fuck-fest; sometimes all three of them together, sometimes two of them fucking each other while the other tended to other matters or just watched. No jealousy, no feeling of being left out, none of that. 

The highlight, for Ellie, was allowing Trish and Jil to bind her to the bed and to take turns fucking her with Trish's strap-on cock, a first for Ellie but one that she quickly took a liking to, no doubt about that...

And when Ellie finally returned to her own home, next door, after Trish left to take Jil back to her dorm, Ellie's mind was starting to scheme on ways to get that gal from work to her place one night for dinner and, if Ellie had her way, into her bed. Maybe not the first night, but she certainly would keep trying until she succeeded.

Yeah, that's exactly what she planned to do, smiling to herself as she showered and thought of ideas as to how to do that...

Stay tuned, folks.



Trish's Place... Ch. 10



"Well, good luck, kiddo, let me know how it works out for you," Trish said as she hugged her neighbor, friend, and lover goodbye.

Ellie had stopped in at Trish's Place, for a quick after-work drink before going home to get ready for what she'd hoped would be a fun evening with Pauli, the gal from work that she had been obsessing about for a couple of weeks.

After that weekend of marathon sex with Trish and her young coed lover, Jil, Ellie had no doubts about her new found love of sex with women. Pauli worked with a firm that shared the tenth floor of the building, along with Ellie's firm, and they often rode the elevator together in the mornings, also seeing each other at lunch, though at different tables. Since discovering girl-girl sex, thanks to Trish, Ellie found herself paying more attention to other women, ignoring random attempts by guys to hit on her since she had moved to Denver.

Pauline, or Pauli as Ellie found that she preferred to be called, was one of those women that, well, that flipped on a switch inside of Ellie whenever Ellie saw her. She was a bit taller than Ellie, appeared to have nice boobs, like Ellie, and wore her red hair short, almost butch-like. Ellie was sure that the 'vibes' she felt around Pauli were nothing more than pure lust on her part. Still, Ellie rationalized, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Since that weekend with Trish and Jil, Ellie stormed her brain trying to come up with ways to approach Pauli, the end-game for Ellie, of course, being to seduce this woman that captivated Ellie's attention.

Fate works in mysterious ways sometimes, folks...

The ground floor of Ellie's office building housed a cafeteria-styled eatery that stayed busy from the worker bees that worked in the building. On one such busy day, Ellie had found a small two-top and had just sat down when she saw Pauli, standing, tray in hand, looking for a seat. Waving to her, Ellie caught her eye and with a head-nod to the empty chair, indicated to Pauli that she could sit with her.

"Crazy busy, as usual," Ellie said as Pauli set her tray on the table.

"Yes, it is," Pauli replied, "I was beginning to think that I'd have to eat standing up," laughing a bit.

"Can't have that," Ellie said, "Hi, I'm Ellie; I've noticed you for the past few months in the elevator and all, so I almost feel like we know each other," saying it with a smile.

"Hi, Ellie, I'm Pauline but, please, I prefer to be called Pauli," came the reply.

They talked as they ate, the sort of banal chit-chat that people make when just meeting another. Pauli confirmed that she, too, had noticed Ellie over the past few months. She went on to explain that she was new to this branch of her firm, having moved to Denver, as it turned out, only a couple of weeks before Ellie. She was married but her husband was on a project at the South Pole. He was a microbiologist, worked for the Federal Government and was chosen to be part of an elite team that was searching for, well, she admitted, she wasn't really sure what.

"A lot of his work is classified and he doesn't, or can't, really talk about it," Pauli went on to explain.

Ellie gave Pauli a 'quick-pic' of her life since her divorce and move to Denver, leaving out, of course, her discovery of girl-girl sex. No, thought Ellie, no sense in scaring this little cutie away too soon.

Over the next couple of weeks, Pauli and Ellie managed to have lunch together almost every day, and even did a couple of shopping excursions, the both of them getting acquainted with both Denver and each other. Toss in a couple of movies and you had the beginning of a new friendship and, with that, the sharing of more personal and intimate facets of their personalities. Ellie talked about the cheating that her husband did that resulted in the divorce; Pauli talked about the lonliness she felt in a new city, of life without her husband, and of how she was thrilled to have found a kindred spirit in Ellie.

"I had a dorm-mate for a couple of years in college that you remind me of," Pauli shared one day as they lunched, "'course, she was a bit of wild child when we were in school, but then, so was I," laughing after she had said it.

"Yeah, I had my moments as well," chuckled Ellie, "kinda' miss those days, ya' know? Going out, partying, getting hammered, regretting it but doing it again, ya' know?"

"Oooh yeah, I do know," Pauli replied with a small shake of her head, "I'm long overdue for a party and getting seriously fucked up, excuse my French," laughing when she said it.

Seeing a golden opportunity in front of her, Ellie seized the moment.

"Let's do it!" Ellie said, suddenly.

"What? Do what?," Pauli replied, her face screwed up in confusion for a moment and then, getting it, she said, "Ooh, you mean, let's get seriously fucked up?".

"Yeah, exactly; Come over to my place Friday night, I'll whip up something for us to eat and, hell, plan on spending the night so you don't have to worry about getting a DUI or something worse," Ellie tossed out onto the table.

"Huh!" Pauli said, her face clearly showing that she was weighing the offer and the suggestion.

"What's your alcoholic poison of choice," Ellie asked, almost as if it was already a done deal.

"Wine for a mild buzz; Bacardi 151 and Coke if I want a world-class hangover the next morning," Pauli replied, almost as it was already a done deal.

"Any other vices I should plan for?," Ellie asked, her eyebrows raised in question.

"Well, I wouldn't turn down an opportunity to take a toke or two," Pauli replied, her eyebrows raised in question, as well.

Smiling, Ellie leaned across the table, Pauli following suit, and said in a low voice, "Oh, girl, have I got this covered," winking afterwards.

"Were you serious with the offer to sleep it off at your place?" Pauli asked as they rose to leave the table.

"Oh yeah, it's absolutely the smartest and, safest thing to do," Ellie confirmed for Pauli.

Riding the elevator to their floor, as they parted to go to their separate offices, Pauli said, with a smile, "It's a date, then." her hand raised in a friendly farewell wave.

Oh yes, yes it is, thought Ellie as she opened the door to enter her workplace, the smile broad across her face.

Ellie rushed home after leaving Trish's Place, starting her small bit of prep work for the dinner that she had planned for the two of them, finishing with a small glass of wine before showering. Checking her stash(she started using Trish's supplier, Bobbye, for herself) and finding enough already cleaned for the night's activity, she went upstairs to shower and get ready for her 'date'.

Letting the hot water run over her nakedness, she slowly soaped herself, her mind thinking about what lay ahead, hoping that it would go like she'd like it to. Resisting the strong urge to masturbate as she thought about Pauli, she quickly finished, drying herself, then walking to her closet. Ellie chose a simple skirt, one that complimented her ass and a soft, cashmier sweater, one with a deep v-neck, one that would show her cleavage to her advantage.

Simply put, had she been dressing for a date with a man, her choice of clothes would have screamed, "Fuck me, long and hard, Fuck ME!"

Hearing Pauli's car in her driveway, Ellie rushed downstairs in time to walk outside to greet Pauli. Hugging each other, Pauli then grabbed a small overnight bag, both of them looking to the ominous storm clouds that promised snow that night.

"Looks like we might get a blow," Ellie commented as she opened the door for Pauli to enter.

"Yeah, yeah it does," Pauli agreed, "Probably even a better idea, now, to stay over."

Neither cared to mix liquors but agreed that having one glass of wine before dinner wouldn't interfere with the 151 and Coke, later.

The meal was incredibly simple to fix and on the light side, Ellie not wanting either of them to be too full to do anything else, should it come to that. Oh damn, I sure hope it comes to that, Ellie thought to herself.

Dishes quickly rinsed, Pauli volunteered to mix them both a 151 cocktail, complete with the limes, while Ellie tended to the dishwasher and final wipedown of her kitchen.

Cocktails in hand, they moved to the den where Ellie had already had her gas logs burning, and soft Jazz in the background. Indicating to Pauli that they were going to sit on the couch, facing the fireplace, Ellie retrieved her stash box, placing it on the coffee table for use, later.

Sitting down on the couch, a bit closer than she really needed to be, Ellie raised her glass, clinked it against Pauli's, saying, "To us, wild and free...at least, for tonight anyway," laughing afterwards, Pauli nodding her head in agreement.

They drank their drinks, perhaps a 'wee' bit faster than normally, but soon enough, they both needed refills. Getting up, they walked towards the kitchen area to fix a couple of more, the strong rum mixture making its presence known within the first few steps.

"Wow, that shit is strong," Ellie said, giggling a bit.

"Oh yeah, an expressway to a strong buzz," Pauli agreed.

Looking out of the rear window to the back yard, there was at least eight inches of freshly-fallen snow on the ground with no sign of letting up. The ambient light from the streetlamps painted a Currier & Ives scene, though.

"Pretty," Pauli said, a bit wistfully, "but a good night to be inside."

"What say we kill the lights in the den except for the fireplace, open the curtains, share a little herb and watch Ma Nature do her thing?" Ellie suggested as she handed Pauli her drink.

"Sounds good to me," Pauli said with a smile.

And they did just so, taking their time with the joint Ellie had rolled for them, sitting on the couch next to each other, heads on the couch-back, each in their own thoughts at the moment, each in their own world.

"I'm getting seriously fucked up," Pauli said, turning to look at Ellie, who was turned to face her.

"That WAS the plan, was it not," Ellie replied slowly, the rum and weed having produced a nice buzz.

And in that quick second between thinking about it and then, doing it, Ellie leaned towards Pauli, hesitating for a nano-second as her eyes searched Pauli's face, and kissed her. A soft kiss, to be sure, but one with 'promises' of more to come, if wanted. 

For her part, Pauli's stoned-state prevented her from moving away from Ellie's lips, her eyes opened not so much in shock, as in surprise.

"Wha...why did you do that?" Pauli asked when Ellie's lips slowly left hers.

"Why not?" Ellie replied, her head resting on the couch back and still turned towards Pauli, her eyes still on Pauli's face, "Why? Was it so terrible?"

"Well...no, but...I mean I guess I wasn't expecting it, that's all," Pauli stammered in reply.

Ellie turned her head, still on the couch back, to face the window next to the fireplace, watching as more snow continued to fall, Pauli's eyes still on her.

"I just wasn't expecting that," Pauli repeated, her eyes still on the side of Ellie's face as Ellie gazed out the window.

"So, you don't want me to do that again, I guess?", Ellie replied her eyes still on Ma Nature's canvas that she was painting with big flakes of soft snow.

"Er, I didn't say...I mean, I don't know, I just wasn't expecting it," she reiterated for the third time, now.

Her excitement by the memory of her lips on Pauli's was kicked into high gear and, leaning forward to place her now-empty glass on the coffee table, Ellie slowly turned her head to face Pauli.

"And, if I was to do it again?" Ellie questioned, as she slowly leaned towards Pauli, Ellie's eyes dancing over Pauli's face for a sign that Pauli didn't want her to be kissed, again.

Pauli didn't answer the question but she didn't pull back either as Ellie's lips neared hers, and when Ellie's soft lips touched her own, Pauli let her kiss her again, her insides a tangle of emotions, a flush of warming shooting across her crotch, under her panties.

Sensing no resistance, Ellie worked her lips against Pauli's which, Ellie thought, started kissing back. Tentatively, at first, but as each second passed, more welcoming, enjoying the kiss, Ellie thought.

Holding the kiss, Ellie scooted a bit closer to Pauli on the couch, her tongue now dancing across Pauli's lips, softly prying, Pauli's breathing becoming a bit labored. Pulling her lips from Pauli's, Ellie kept her face close as her eyes, half-closed, searched her new friend's face for clues.

"How was that? Was that simply horrible?" Ellie asked, knowing it wasn't.

"No, no, not at all; it was fine, I mean, it was nice..." Pauli's voice trailing off into silence as she stared into Ellie's eyes.

Silently, Ellie pressed her lips against Paulie's again, allowing her tongue to slide between Paulie's lips which were slowly opening and defintely kissing Ellie back, this time.

Pauli opened her mouth to Ellie's tongue, her breathing harder and labored, her arousal quite evident. Ellie moved even closer as she held their kiss, their bodies up against each other's now. Softly, Ellie's hand caressed the back of Pauli's head, her fingers rubbing softly, and slowly, through Pauli's short hair, Pauli's breathing becoming more labored as she found herself unexpectedly aroused by Ellie's lips on hers. Pauli felt herself being pressed against the couch as their kiss increased in fervor, her mouth fully opened now, her tongue tentatively exploring Ellie's lips.

Pressing her mouth even harder, though not painfully so, Ellie slid her tongue into Pauli's mouth, letting her hand trail down Pauli's arms which were, now, sort of holding Ellie as they kissed. As the intensity of the kiss increased, Ellie slowly moved her fingertips up and down Pauli's arm, their tongues now fully engaged in explorations of the other's mouth, both of them breathing harder and harder from the sensuality of their kiss.

Sliding her hand down Paulie's arm, Ellie grasped Pauli's hand in hers, raising it until the tips of Pauli's fingers were just barely touching Ellie's breasts.

Breaking their kiss, Ellie stared into Paulie's eyes, their faces still close, their breathing still hard. While still looking into Pauli's eyes, Ellie brazenly placed Pauli's hand onto her breast, her own hand squeezing Pauli's in encouragement, moving Pauli's hand to softly caress her breast, her lips moving to kiss Pauli again.

Their kiss resumed, even more sensuous, even hotter, the sexual energy almost palatable in the darkened room, the fireplace's soft glow the only light. Removing her hand from Pauli's, Ellie moved hers to seek Pauli's breasts while Pauli continued to feel and fondle Ellie's breasts, her palm feeling Ellie's nipples hardened against it. Ellie quickly found Pauli's tit and began to fondle it, all the while, their kiss becoming more passionate, their tongues taking turns in each other's mouths, Pauli's 'free' hand now rubbing the back of Ellie's head, rubbing up and down Ellie's spine as she became more and more excited.

They continued to kiss and fondle each other, both, in would appear, equally turned on. Ellie's fingers started unbuttoning Pauli's blouse while her tongue worked circles along Pauli's ear, sliding down Pauli's neck as Pauli, with closed eyes, leaned back, raising her head, stretching her neck for Ellie's magical tongue to slide across. 

Gently pulling Pauli's blouse open as she unbuttoned the last button, Ellie's tongue slid slowly down Pauli's chest, tracing circles, leaving a trail of wetness behind it. Ellie suddenly pulled down Pauli's now exposed bra, freeing Pauli's breast and dropping her mouth onto Pauli's erect nipple, letting her tongue tease the large nipple, loving the feel of Pauli's nipple between her lips and teeth as she softly began to bite and chew on it. 

As she suckled on Pauli's tit, Ellie took Pauli's hand in hers again, moving it to slide under her sweater, moving it to her braless tit for Pauli to fondle...and Pauli did just that, her head thrown back onto the arm of the couch, her eyes closed, her body and mind experiencing too many emotions at once.

As she sucked and licked Pauli's breast, Ellie moved and straddled Pauli's now out-stretched leg, between her own, grinding her crotch against Pauli's knee, soft sounds of contentment coming from them both now.

Pauli held Ellie's head between her hands, mumuring softly, her words a non-sensical blabber of thankfulness, of encouragement. When she felt her nipple released from Ellie's mouth and felt Ellie's tongue snaking its way up her neck, Pauli pulled Ellie mouth to her own, nosily kissing and grunting at the same time.

"Ohhh, sweet Jesus, oh dear God," Pauli exclaimed into Ellie's mouth when she felt Ellie's hand cup her sex, through her pants, squeezing and rubbing as she did so. Pauli was sure she was going to come, but wanted to wait, to let it build up some more.

"Wait, wait," Pauli implored, "I mean..." her voice falling off as she felt a rush to her snatch as Ellie continued to squeeze and fondle her cunt.

Stopping, Ellie suddenly stood and pulled Pauli to her feet, wrapped her arms around her and kissed Pauli deeply, her tongue trying to enter her throat. Stopping again, Ellie took Pauli by the hand and pulled her behind her as she walked towards the stairway.

Knowing, really knowing what she was about to do, Pauli went willingly. It had been soooo long since she's had sex, and it wasn't like she was cheating on her husband with another man, I mean, this was different, right? More private, right? Just between her and her new friend, right?

Almost as in a fog, almost as if she was having an out-of-body experience, Pauli felt hands quickly taking her clothes off her body, feeling soft touches and kisses, until she stepped out of her pants that Ellie had pulled down her legs, letting them gather at her ankles. Standing, naked now, Pauli watched and found herself becoming aroused as Ellie disrobed, found herself gasping softly when Ellie's gorgeous breasts were revealed when the sweater was removed.

Feeling herself being pulled towards the bed, she let herself be laid down on the bed, wanting to feel Ellie's lips, once more, on her own.

And she did...

Ellie tenderly kissed Pauli, her tongue less forceful, her lips more caressing as they kissed. Ellie moved her hand slowly down Pauli's smooth belly, finding the wet clit, softly pinching it between her finger and thumb which drew a sharp intake of breath from Pauli.

And when she felt Ellie's fingers (two of them) enter her pussy, she opened her legs wider, her tongue responding by trying to go down Ellie's throat.

"Mmmmph, mmmmph," Pauli cooed, "Oh damn, damn...", her crotch humping against Ellie's fucking fingers.

But it was when she suddenly felt Ellie's mouth on her clit, Ellie's flicking tongue on her clit, it was then that Pauli screamed her orgasm to the world, pulling a pillow over her face to muffle the scream of pleasure.

Again, again, the spasms from orgasms just kept rolling over her body until she was physically spent, her breathing very labored, her body wet with the sweat of good sex.

Lifting her head from between Pauli's legs, Ellie crawled up and smothered Pauli with light kisses and touches, finally stopping and, leaving the bed, saying, "Don't move; I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay," Pauli barely whispered in reply. Hell, at that moment she'd said OK if Ellie had asked her to go shoot someone; she would've agreed to anything that this Ellie would have asked her to do.

Pauli laid there, waiting, trying to sort out in her mind her feelings about what had just happened. I mean, it wasn't her first time with a girl. There was her college room-mate that Ellie reminded her, even more so now. Pauli and her room-mate had fooled around a couple of times, drunk when they had, but she had never experienced orgasms from those experiences. And hell, that had been twelve years ago, anyway.




Trish's Place... Ch. 10



Returning, Ellie jumped onto the bed, sitting at the headboard, her feet tucked up close to her body. Lifting the doobie to her mouth, she lit it, took a deep hit and passed it to Pauli who was now sitting as Ellie was.

They passed the joint between them, silently, letting the potent herb work its magic on them both. Stopping after the fourth toke, Ellie carefully killed the roach, saving the rest for later. Turning back towards Pauli, they kissed, Pauli's hand seeking, and finding, Ellie's very wet snatch, her fingers remembering the feel of another woman's pussy.

Breaking the kiss, Ellie gently pushed Pauli towards her now-spreading legs, the wetness on her pubes glistening in the street light that filtered through the curtains.

Pauli went willingly. Pauli allowed Ellie to guide her until she was laying between Ellie's legs.

"Now, eat me," Ellie said softly, "Eat me, make me cum, you know you want to."

And Pauli did. Pauli did know that, she knew that she wanted to do nothing more in that moment, as she lowered her mouth to Ellie's sweet-smelling pussy.

*********

"And she didn't go home until Sunday morning," Ellie finished saying as she ended the story she was relating to Trish, a few days later.

"Sounds like it worked out for everyone's benefit," Trish replied, her voice soft, her arousal pulling hard at her consciousness.

"Seems like we ought to go upstairs and do something about this horniness you've caused with your story," Trish said with a gleam in her eye.

And, they did, of course they did...



Trish's Place... Ch. 11



"Oh yeah, sweetie, just like that...yeah, yeah, that's good, baby, ohhhhh, yeah,just like that, just..., Ahhhhh....." Trish moaned as she continued to grind her pussy against Pauli's mouth, her orgasm causing her body to quake and tremble.

As she fought to catch her breath after that quick climax, Trish could hear slurping sounds from behind her back, the sounds being produced by Ellie who had her face buried into Pauli's wet-no, make that,very wet-pussy.

Trish climbed off of Pauli's face, smeared with Trish's juices, and sort of collapsed onto the bed, next to Pauli, who now had her hands holding on to Ellie's hair, holding Ellie's head to her humping crotch.

Just as Trish was about to reach over to cup Pauli's sweaty breast, Pauli came...her groans seeming to go on forever, her smile becoming broader and broader as she came down from her wild ride.

Crawling up to join Trish and Pauli as they lay catching their breath and composure, Ellie collapsed on the other side of Pauli, her own face smeared with pussy juices.

"Oh, damn girls, but that was fucking great," Pauli said to her two bed-mates.

"You'd think that by now, the three of us would be a bit bored by the all of the fucking that we've done," Ellie opined.

"Speak for yourself, bitch," Trish said, good-naturedly, "I don't ever get tired of good sex with good friends."

"I didn't mean that, Trish," Ellie retorted, "I meant that the three of us haven't really had any 'new stuff', ya' know?"

"It's all new to me," Pauli contributed.

"By now, girly, you're no longer a 'newbie'; you might have started late, but you're fast making up for all the pussy you didn't eat before banging us," Trish said with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess I have," Pauli said with a small giggle, her hands reaching to feel the wet snatches of her two bed-mates...

Winter had come and gone, well almost gone. In the Rockies, Spring snows are common and, usually, heavier. There was a promise of Spring in the air, though, the night time temperatures staying above the thirties for the most part. 

After Ellie had seduced Pauli a few months back, it didn't take Ellie very long to introduce her to Trish, and even less time to entice Pauli into a threesome with them. Since that first threesome, they had become a regular thing, the three of them, doing things together other than sex. But, make no mistake, there was a ton of sex between them. And, if one of them was unavailable? Didn't matter, the other two fucked each other. No jealousies, no hurt feelings, just good, body-wrenching sex with each other. 

Closing the door behind Pauli and Ellie when they left Trish's house from their last marathon fuck session, she headed upstairs to shower, to freshen herself. If someone was to catch a whiff of her now, they would've thought Trish's perfume to be 'Eau de Snatch'.

Taking the time to think, her second favorite thing to do under a hot shower, Trish took stock of where things were in her life, now.

-She definitely had zero interest in cock. -She definitely had zero interest in men, period. -She did have enormous interest in pussy, however. -She and Jil still managed to get together once a month or so, both taking care of sexual needs as needed when not together; Jil and she really enjoyed each other's company out of bed as well. So, win-win, clearly... -She found a friend and excellent lover right next door to her house. -She even managed to get in a couple of romps with Marge and Beth, her first serious rides on the lady-train.

Ok, she thought, soaping herself, that pretty much sums up my sex life.

-Business was good. No complaints there. -She'd begun taking more time off for herself, and her girls, of course. -Jon's really stepped up to the plate in running her place in her absence which Trish rewarded with a very nice pay raise, along with a few incentives to do a good job. -All good there, so she checked that off of her mental inventory...

So what the fuck is bothering you?, Trish asked herself, knowing something was, but not quite able to get a handle on it, ya know?

Could Ellie be right?, Trish questioned further. Could she be feeling the 'itch' for some strange, for some pussy, heretofore, unknown to her? Something to think about, Trish thought as she rinsed the soap from her body, from between her legs, her hand beginning to lead her to her most favorite thing to do when in the shower...

Walking in without knocking, Ellie found Trish busy on the computer in her home-office. Standing in front of Trish's work desk, Ellie placed her purse on the desk, sighing noisily, as she did so, causing Trish to look up from her monitor.

"What now?," Trish asked, clearly the intent of Ellie's sigh.

"You know how when a guy buys a sports car or some such toy when they hit their forties, people say that they are making up for having small dicks?" Ellie asked, a serious look on her face.

"Yeaah...", Trish replied, drawing out the word.

"Well, what do they say about a woman who does the same thing? Pussy envy? Shallow snatch?", Ellie asked her friend and lover.

"Huh. Never thought about that," Trish replied, really thinking about it, now. As she thought about the question, she glanced back at Ellie who was now smiling like a Cheshire cat, a gleam in her eye.

"What? What'd you do?," Trish asked, a grin creeping across her face.

"Come outside and see what momma just bought for herself," Ellie said excitedly.

Following Ellie out of the side door, to the portico, Trish whistled as her eyes took in the Camaro convertible that sat under the covered space.

Brilliantly yellow, with black accent striping, and with a black top and tonneau cover, the Camaro looked like it was going over a hundred just sitting there, not to mention that the chrome on the wheels was practically blinding to the eyes.

"What brought this on?" Trish questioned as she slowly circled the convertible, admiring it in every way, running her fingers across the smooth, new finish.

"Well, I fell in love with Pauli's VW convertible, but wanted something a bit more macho," Ellie explained, the pride in her new car showing.

"Ya' think?" Trish said, chuckling.

"'Course you know we have to break it in, right?" Ellie said further.

"Break it in? What, you want to fuck me in it?" Trish asked in reply.

"Well, maybe at some point we'll do that but, no, I was thinking...ROAD TRIP!" Ellie exclaimed, almost screaming the last two words.

"When? And, Where?" Trish replied, quickly warming to the idea of a road trip in this bad boy.

"Two weekends from now, leave on Thursday, spend a long weekend in VEGAS, BABY, and back on the following Monday," Ellie explained.

"Who?" Trish asked further.

"You, me, Pauli, and maybe, Jil?" Ellie replied,

"No, not Jil, she'll be in the middle of exams then," Trish explained.

"Okay, then, just the three of us," Ellie responded.

"Vegas, huh?...Fuck it, I'm in," Trish said, clearly on-board with the idea.

Ellie and Trish hugged in agreement, both giggling like school girls at the idea of a road trip.

"Meet me in my garage," Ellie said as she got into her new car to back it out of Trish's drive, and into her own, then, into her garage.

"Your garage? What for?" Trish answered and asked.

"To break it in, before we break it in," Ellie explained with a sly smile, "You did ask if I wanted to fuck you in my new ride, didn't you? Well, I want to fuck you in my new ride," Ellie explained before backing out from under Trish's portico.

Grinning to herself as she made her way next door to Ellie's house, and garage, Trish wondered if she had ever been fucked in a convertible. Sucked a couple of cocks in cars, maybe, when she was doing guys. Didn't remember any convertibles, though.

Deciding that she hadn't, she reasoned that there was always a first time for most everything...

The three friends hit the road on schedule, choosing to leave early that Thursday morning, the plan being to make the 750 mile drive in one day. It was Spring in the city but still cold enough in the mountains that had to be crossed, to prevent them from putting the top down on Ellie's new ride. It wasn't until they reached the Colorado-Utah state line that the temperature allowed for them to lower the top.

By lunchtime, they had put about half of their trip behind them, and since they had skipped any form of breakfast, they were famished. Stopping at the next Utah town that offered an opportunity to grab some food and fuel, they sated their hunger. As they were getting ready to leave the diner, Trish glanced at the gathering angry clouds that lay ahead.

"Might want to put the top back up, sweetie," Trish said to Ellie, "looks like we're going to catch some weather," gesturing with a head nod at the darkening clouds.

"You're probably right," Ellie agreed, the three of them taking off the tonneau cover to raise the top with a push of a button.

Top up now, the trio were back on the road less than ten minutes when the first big drops of rain began to fall.

"Use your fucking cruise control, Ellie," Trish admonished, "We don't need to be stopped by the Po-Po."

Like Trish, Ellie loved to drive fast. The big engine and six-speed transmission of the Camaro made it hard not to drive fast. But, Trish was now rolling a joint for the three of them to share and being stopped for speeding just wasn't a good idea with the smell of herb in the car, Trish correctly reasoned.

"Then, why don't you drive for a bit," Ellie said as she exited suddenly at a rest area on the interstate, "I don't trust myself to drive when I'm smoking weed," explaining further.

The three women quickly used the facilities and, with Trish now behind the wheel, hit the road again, rain pounding the windshield now. Lighting the joint, Ellie took her hit, passing it to Pauli in the backseat who then passed it to Trish, after her toke.

Setting the cruise at three above the limit, Trish let her mind go into remote control, enjoying the mellowness that was taking the three of them into the ozone.

"Where are we?" Trish heard from the backseat as Pauli slowly started waking from her herb-induced nap, Ellie still asleep in the front passenger seat, her head against the rain-streaked door-glass.

"Just leaving St.George, and not far from the Nevada state line," Trish answered with a glance to Pauli in the rearview mirror.

"How far to Vegas?" Pauli asked as she stretched the crampness from her body, her breasts straining against the tee shirt as she did so.

Damn, but she has nice boobs, Trish thought as her eyes took in the sight of Pauli stretching, her nether regions warming in lust, at the sight.

"A couple of hours more, that's all," Trish answered.

"What's the game plan after we get to the hotel?" Pauli questioned, leaning forward between the two bucket seats that was the front of the car so that she didn't have to raise her voice, not wanting to wake Ellie.

"Check in, unload and after that, no plan," Trish answered with her voice equally soft and low.

"Maybe a quick roll in the hay?" they heard Ellie say, her eyes still closed, a small smile on her lips as she slowly started waking.

"Are you ever not horny?" Trish asked, chuckling afterwards.

"Are you complaining?" Ellie replied, her eyes opened now and her body moving to sit upright.

"I'm jus' sayin'," Trish teased her friend.

"I'm horny," Pauli contributed from the back seat, "I'll roll with you, Ellie if Trish isn't in the mood," Pauli teased.

"Ahhhh fuck, I can see a daisy-chain in our future," Trish added.

"What's a daisy-chain?" Pauli asked innocently.

Trish and Ellie looked at each other, both smiling broadly at Pauli's question.

"You'll see," Trish slyly replied...

The girls arrived at their hotel at around seven'ish that evening, their bodies tired from the twelve hour drive. Checking in, the suite was to their liking; large, with a California-sized King bed and a queen-sized pull out available, should it be needed. The bed itself was more than large enough for the three of them, which was the thought anyway. The suite had a wet bar, a spa/hot tub and 2 large showers. Add the walkout balcony and view of the 'strip', our kittens were almost giddy at their good fortune to score such a suite.

Trish actually got the deal for them by talking to the company from which she leased her pool tables and pinball machines at her bar. That company was long-thought by Colorado Law Enforcement to be 'mobbed-up' and, truth be told, Trish would not have been suprised to find that to be the case. She didn't care if they were or weren't; they weren't the only game in town but they had the best lease deals, so that's who she went to when she opened her place.

It's also generally accepted that Vegas had cleaned up its act, that Vegas no longer had ties to organized crime and that the 'mob' influences were gone from the scene in Vegas. Many people chose to believe that.

Many people also believe in the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus...

No matter to the girls what the reason for the great deal they got, thanks to Trish's supplier, they were stoked at their good fortune. 

And for them, that was the bottom line.

The girls were all running on adrenalin now, the excitement of having finally arrived, taking over their demeanor. The two showers were quickly used to clean up, to freshen up, to get ready to hit the town. The daisy chain promise to Pauli? Shelved for the moment, but not discarded, no, there would be plenty of time for Pauli's introduction to that sapphic staple.

Cleaned up and dressed, the gals were ready to get a drink, get some food, and check out the strip. Checking each other out before leaving the suite, the general consensus was that they were 'En Fuego', hot, sexy and looking good.

They were, folks, they really were.

Cleavage showing on all three, the gals hit one of the casual lounges in the hotel first, ordering Mojitos to start off their evening from their shapely, skimply-dressed, waitress.

"I'd do her," Ellie commented as she lustfully looked at the girl's firm ass as she left to retrieve their drinks.

"You'd do a fucking goat if you were horny enough," Trish sarcastically remarked.

"While that may be true," Ellie laughingly conceded, "You can't deny that she is very doable."

"I'd do her too," Pauli contributed.

"Remember what I just said to Ellie?" Trish remarked to Pauli, "the same can be said for you too, Ms. Pauli."

Well, that brought about a discussion of some intensity, each of them accusatory of the other two, each of them saying that they were more discreet and discriminate about which women they'd fuck, if given the opportunity. All in good natured fun, of course, none of them taking offense in any way. No, the problem was that none of them noticed that their waitress had been standing there for a while, trying to break in on their discussion to deliver their drinks. 

"Oops," Ellie said when she noticed their server standing there, a slight color of blush on her face but also, a whimsical smile on her lips. Setting down the drinks, she left the tab on the table, then stood to leave but hesitated just a bit.

"Ladies, it's none of my business but if it's other women you're interested in, there's a couple of clubs here in town you should know about, that is, if you'd like to," she said, her voice low, meant only to be heard by them.

"Do tell, sweetie," Ellie answered for the three of them, "Care to share those names?"

"I'll write them down for you when I get a sec but I have to go and deliver more drinks first," she said with a smile.

Tossing a ten dollar bill onto her tray for a tip, Trish said, "Yeah, why don't you do that when you get a chance," smiling afterwards.

"My pleasure, ladies," she replied with a short, mock curtsy before leaving.

The girls sat back, took in all of the eye candy walking around the casino, both male and female, sipped their Mojitos and chit-chatted as they did so. Taking advantage of the darkened lounge, Ellie amused herself by sneaking quick tit-feels of the other two when they weren't looking. All in good fun, of course; well, that, plus the fact that Ellie really liked to feel tits. They had discovered, never having really talked about it before, that none of them had the gambling 'bug', take it or leave it was generally their feelings about gambling.

"Ain't no fucking casino ever been built on players' winnings," Trish observed to the other two. True enough was the general consensus about that statement.

Bringing the gals another round of Mojitos, their server, Jen, as it turned out, handed a slip of paper to Trish.

"Those three are, in my estimation, the best of that scene here in Vegas," Jen commented when she handed Trish the paper.

"Any personal opinions about any of them?," Ellie said, flirtingly.

"Check out 'Pussy Galore's' first," Jen replied smilingly to Ellie, "that's my favorite," winking at the three of them, then turning and giving them a world-class view of her world-class ass as she strutted away, a twenty on her tray now as a tip.

"Well, damn," was all that Ellie could say as the three of them stared at Jen's ass.

Downing the second Mojito quickly, they chose a well-known eatery in their Casino-Hotel, all choosing to eat light, not wanting to be 'full', ya' know? 

Dinner finished, they opted to take a cab to their first stop, Pussy Galore's, rather than risk a DUI infraction or worse, an accident. Their driver showed no curiosity or emotion when Trish informed him of their destination. Much like New York cabbies, there's very little that would surprise Vegas cabbies.

"Have fun ladies," the cabbie cheerfully replied when he accepted the fare plus generous tip from Trish. The girls had decided that Trish would be the 'banker' of the group. They all input money and Trish simply paid for everthing or charged it to their shared room. Much easier to have just one person handle the funds.

"Wow," they all said in unison upon entering the clearly upscale club/bar, the lights bright where it was needed and softly muted around the large dance floor and sitting areas surrounding the 'activity area' of the large club. 

All of the servers were women, the bartenders were all women, and the clientelle as far as they could see, were all women. The only male presence were the two large doormen/bouncers who checked all I.D. at the door.

Led by a young, attractive Asian beauty to a seating arrangement of plush couches, ottomans and chairs enclosed on three sides by clear lucite-type panels, the girls settled into their respective spots from which to observe the world around them.

"Your server will be right with you, ladies," the Asian beauty smilingly informed them.

It was relatively early by clubbing standards, just short of eleven P.M. but the club was filling rapidly, the music enticing women of all shapes, sizes and ages onto the dance floor, the throbbing rhythms bouncing from the walls that enclosed the club. 

Our intrepid threesome took turns dancing with each other at times, at other times dancing with women who approached one of them and asked. Oh, of course they were hit upon, they would have been disappointed had that not happened. But, not yet, not quite yet, they had decided. Much too much fun to 'sample' the candy, as it were. No, it wasn't until the time was approaching two in the morning that the trio made their move, so to speak.

There was this one gal, Lori, that all three of our gals had danced with repeatedly. Lori, it seemed, had been pretty much abandoned to her own devices by her 'friend' with whom she had come to the club. Her 'friend' was off in some darkened corner of the club making out with a couple of butch-dykes and so, Lori was just sitting by herself when not dancing with someone. They, well, Ellie really, had convinced her to sit with them in their little nook rather than sit alone at the bar.




Trish's Place... Ch. 11 Pt. 02



Slowly, Ellie came out of the fog that was her awakening, her head throbbing, a dull ache in her nether regions. Finally opening her eyes, she quickly shut them again, the light from a high sun causing a bit of discomfort.

Oh, the heavy drapes were closed but, still, it was the middle of the fucking afternoon and light made its way into the room, much to Ellie's dismay.

After two or three tries, Ellie was able to keep her eyes open at last. Turning her head on the pillow, Ellie discovered that she was alone in the huge bed.

Huh? Ellie would've sworn that when she finally called 'Uncle' sometime after dawn, their new friend, Lori, was in bed with her. Hearing some noises of awakening coming from the other room, Ellie willed herself from the bed, slowly making her way from the bedroom of their suite.

Standing in the doorway, Ellie saw that Trish and Pauli were in the pull-out sleeper of the couch, Pauli's arm and hand draped across Trish's body. Glancing to the doorway, Trish smiled at Ellie and then grimaced quickly as the throbbing headache made itself known to Trish.

"Fucking Rum," Trish grumbled as she slid her body from under Pauli's arm, "I hate Rum, it always hurts the next morning," Trish's grumbling continued, which caused Pauli to start stirring.

"Where's your new girlfriend?" Trish asked Ellie as she fumbled with the in-room coffee valet to make a much needed pot of java.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Ellie answered, "She's not in the bedroom or either bathroom," Ellie continued as she checked the second bathroom.

"Oops, here's a note," Trish said when she saw the piece of hotel stationary laying on the counter of the wet bar.

"Had a wonderful time, girls, a really good time, but I had to go and didn't want to wake any of you." XOXOX Lori.

"My jaw hurts," they heard Pauli say as she sat up to wake up, "and my pussy's sore."

"Waaah, waaah; quit your bitching, you didn't complain last night when you were eating pussy," Trish said, teasingly.

"Ooooh damn, my head hurts too," Pauli continued, unfazed by Trish's teasing.

"Welcome to our world," Ellie said, "Trish's right; Rum is some evil shit the next morning."

A lot of aspirin and coffee later, the three braved the bright sun to sit on their patio to complete the wake up process, all of them in some sort of robe or cover dress.

"Now that wasn't a bad first night of a road trip," Trish opined to the other two.

"You're right, but, speaking for myself, I think I'm giving my honey-pot a break tonight," Ellie replied, "I think I'm going to be a good girl, tonight."

"Probably not a bad plan," Trish agreed as Pauli nodded her head to that statement.

"What time is it?" Ellie asked.

"Looks like a little after two," Pauli answered after glancing to her cell phone.

"So, what's up for tonight?" Trish asked her two road buddies.

"Think we can get into a show or something?" Pauli asked.

"Let you know in a minute," Trish replied as she rose to call the ticket desk in the lobby of their hotel, from inside of their suite.

"You looked like you had a good time last night," Ellie commented to Pauli.

"Oh El, I did, I really did, but I'm starting to wonder what will happen after my husband returns from his assignment," Pauli answered.

"Don't get me wrong," she continued, "I really do miss him and having sex with him..."

"But?"...Ellie prompted.

"But, what if it's not enough, now, what if the sex with him is not enough, now?" Pauli replied, squinting against the sun's bright rays.

"Cross that bridge when you get to it; IF, you get to it," Ellie consuled her friend. Yes, Ellie loved sex with Pauli but she truly liked her as a friend and truly cared about her.

"Yeah, I suppose...but, still..." Pauli answered, her voice trailing off as she went to someplace private, inside of her head.

"Any more coffee, Trish?" Ellie called from the patio into the suite.

"Got some room service on the way with more coffee and I scored us some tickets to see 'Blue Man Group' at the eight o'clock show," Trish replied, "Y'all listen for the door; I'm jumping into the shower to get this pussy smell off of me."

"Yeah, well, good luck with that!" Ellie laughingly called back to Trish, the remark causing Pauli to join her in laughing at the truthfulness of the statement...

The girls were good that Friday night. No drinking, no weed, and, suprisingly, no sex for any of them with any of them. They had dinner, enjoyed the show and were asleep by midnight. Boring? Perhaps, but the girls truly needed to get the rest that their bodies craved.

After a leisurely breakfast on Saturday morning, the three hit the spa/gym of the hotel, all three getting in a good workout. Skipping lunch, they opted to sunbathe at one of the pools, laying out in their two-piece suits.

"Get anybody something to drink?," The familiar voice asked.

Raising her head to look, Ellie broke into a big smile, saying, "Well, hey good-looking, what in the world are you doing working the pool?" she asked their server from the other night, Jen.

"They rotate us between the lounges and pools," Jen explained, "fresh faces and all that crap," laughing as she said it.

"So, how'd it go the other night? Get to check out any of the clubs I suggested?" Jen asked, taking a seat on the corner of Ellie's lounger, Ellie flipping herself and raising her reclining chair-back so that she could face Jen as they talked.

"Fucking great!," Trish answered from the next chair, her body still laying face down, back up, her top's strings, undone for tanning purposes, "thinking about hitting it again, tonight."

"Lots of fun," Pauli contributed as she flipped over and sat up in her lounger, her hands holding the cups of her top to her breasts as she did so, Ellie reaching to tie her top's straps.

"Well, good," Jen answered, "Which clubs did you go to?" She asked further.

"Only Pussy's", Ellie said, adding, "Can't imagine the others being any better."

"They all have their niche, I suppose," Jen answered as she stood, "But, I think Pussy's is the best of the bunch; now, anything to drink?"

"Last time we ordered a drink from you, we wound up in a sex orgy," Trish jokingly commented.

"And...the problem is???" Jen joked back.

"Aah, screw it; Mimosas all around," Trish laughingly conceded, "What's the worse that could happen, right?"

The thing about Champagne cocktails is that they taste so good one generally forgets about how many they've had until they've had that 'one' which puts them over the edge.

Not a bad thing, mind you...

"So, what time do you get off?," Ellie asked as Jen set down their fourth or fifth round of drinks on the table in front of the girls, the umbrella shading them from more sun to their reddish skin.

"Depends on who I'm with," Jen joked, in answer, causing all to laugh along with her.

"Want to come out with us tonight?," Ellie asked.

"Love to, but, the 'bosses' frown upon the help partying with guests here at the hotel," Jen explained further.

"Didn't say we had to party at the hotel," Ellie pressed further, "We can party someplace else, maybe one of the other clubs that we haven't checked out yet."

Jen looked at the three of them, as if trying to decide 'something', then, quickly smiling, replied, "Pick me up at eight, and bring your 'A' game," scribbling her address quickly on a scrap of paper and placing it in on the girls' table.

"The only game we have," Trish replied for the trio as they watched Jen strut away from their table, her ass begging to be stroked, it seemed.

"Dibs." Ellie quickly said to the other two.

"Fuck you," Trish jokingly answered, "She's fair game for any of us."

"Maybe, for all of us?," Pauli questioned as her eyes stayed locked on Jen's fine ass...

Trish stopped drinking since it was decided that she'd be the driver that night. Pauli and Ellie had a couple of more Mimosas that room service had delivered as the girls got ready for their night out on the town. Before leaving the hotel, they shared a small doobie to 'take the edge off' and by the time they retrieved Ellie's Camaro from the Valet service, they were all feeling pretty damned good.

Trish plugged Jen's address into the GPS, following its directions to the outskirts of the Vegas metroplex, to a nice ranch-style, single level house, a bit removed from its nearest neighbor by a quarter-mile or so.

"Nice spread," Trish commented as they walked to the door, ringing the bell as they continued to admire the neat, trimmed lawn and landscaping.

"Hi, ladies, come on in, I'm almost ready," Jen said in greeting, "Wine's on the counter, beer's in the fridge, 'kay?", she said over her shoulder while walking down a hallway to the rear of the house.

"Nice pool and hot tub," Ellie commented as she sipped her glass of wine that Pauli had poured for her, looking out into the backyard of the house, a view of the far off mountains as background.

"Thanks," Jen said as she joined the girls, looking spectacular in her tight pants and bosom-hugging shirt, the 'look' producing whistles of approval from Trish and Ellie.

"Why, you silver-tongued devils," Jen acknowledged with a smile, "You do know how to turn a girl's head," laughing along with them, now.

"So do you, " Pauli contributed, "You look great!"

"Love your place, Jen," Trish commented.

"Thanks, we feel fortunate to have found it at such a good price," Jen replied, "But, with the real estate market in the dumper here in Vegas, it was just too good of a deal to pass up."

"We?" Ellie questioned.

"My two house-mates and I," Jen answered, "You'll meet them later, tonight; Now, are we ready to get seriously fucked up?," Jen concluded while producing a pipe and film container of herb.

"My kind of gal," Trish smilingly said...

"Definitely a top-down night, don't ya think girls?," Trish observed, and was answered by an enthusiastic chorus of approval.

Bolstered by Jen's excellent herb, the four gals hit the road back into Vegas with music blaring and shrieks of laughter from all as Jen and Trish shared 'bar-war' stories about customers.

They had drinks and danced for a couple of hours at Pussy's, went on to another of the suggested bars from Jen but found it boring compared to Pussy Galore's crowd.

"Almost midnight, ladies, let's head over to the other place I recommended," Jen said with a bit of a slur, a result of the many beers and shooters that they had. Well, all but Trish since she was the designated driver. Still, she kept her buzz controlled with one or two tokes from a road-roach that she had in her purse.

The 'other place' was a strip club; excuse me, 'Gentlemen's Club', I believe they prefer to be called.

Jen's two housemates worked there; one as a dancer, the other as a bartender. Taking seats along one of the elevated dance areas (complete with pole, of course), they hooted and hollered along with the rest of the crowd as each dancer came on for their set.

They were having a great time, slipping dollar bills into the g-strings of dancers, joking with them, and drinking like there was no tomorrow, except for Trish, of course. All was going well until a woman walked up to them and asked them to quiet down, that they were making too much noise and blocking the view for her boyfriend when they stood to tip the dancers.

Turning to look behind them, the 'boyfriend' was a lot of things but being male wasn't one of them. No, she was a stone-cold butch dyke complete with tats, piercings, and spiked hair. No judgement here; it is what it is.

"Settle down, sugar, we're all here to have a good time...so chill, why don't you?," Trish answered for their group.

"Fuck off, bitch," the woman said rather nastily.

"You fuck off, cunt," Ellie said, standing as she said it, "You're the one getting in our faces; why don't you settle down and rejoin your girlfriend."

"Boyfriend!," the woman screamed, pushing Ellie back onto her seat, which, of course, brought the bouncers moving towards them, now.

Should have ended there but, no, the woman had to take a last 'shot' as she was being led away by the bouncers.

With a flailing free hand she took a swipe at Trish, catching her on the side of her face with a fist, flush against Trish's cheekbone.

That's when the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan, folks.

Moving quicker than she knew she could, Trish was up and punching the woman, connecting with two quick shots to the woman's nose and cheek, breaking the nose which caused a torrent of blood to flow almost instantly. The 'boyfriend' was out of her seat, charging into the melee, but stopped by one of the bouncers before she could throw a punch.

The bar was in total chaos with cheering, jeering, shrieking, and the like from the other patrons as Trish took the woman to the floor, pounding on her as if a pile of bread dough. Off in the distance, the sounds of sirens could be heard approaching the club...

"Of all the jails in all the world, you just had to get thrown into mine," our four ladies heard as footsteps approached their holding cell at the Clark County Detention Center.

Looking up when she recognized the voice, Trish put her head down, slowly shaking it back and forth.

"Bob, your Bogart impression still sucks," Trish said to the detective standing in front of their cell.

Jen, Ellie, and Pauli looked at the detective, then at Trish, then to each other with raised eyebrows of curiosity.

"I knew you missed me, Trish, but you really didn't have to get thrown into jail to see me," Bob said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Ladies, meet my ex-husband," Trish said to her pals.

"Ladies," Bob said with a slight nod of his head, "Pleased to meet you."

"So what do we have to do to get out of here?," Trish asked her ex-husband.

Bob launched into a list of charges, possible penalties if convicted, yada, yada, yada, seemingly having great glee in doing so.

"ROBERT!," Trish almost screamed in the middle of his speech, "Get to the bottom line."

"Oops, she used my formal name, ladies; that means she's pissed," laughing afterwards. Nodding his head towards the end of the cell block, there was a heavy sound of metal clanking and Bob pulled at the cell door, opening it.

"Go on, get out of here before I change my mind," Bob said to the four gals.

Hesitating only a second or two, Jen, Ellie, and Pauli rushed out of the cell with Trish walking out last.

"Seriously? We're free to go?" Trish asked when she stopped to talk with her ex.

"Yeah, you are, Trish; the other woman and her friend are getting the collar on this one; too many witnesses said that she hit you first and you were just defending yourself. Besides, those two are known to us and this isn't their first time being arrested on public intoxication charges. You're also free to press charges against them, if you'd like to," Bob said, his look one of caring and concern.

"Nah, I'll let it go,and....well, thanks, Bob, good to see you," Trish said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Good to see you too, Trish, be careful out there will ya?" Bob said as Trish walked to join her friends, waiting at the door to be let out of the block.

Taking a cab back to the club, they were standing by their car as Trish fished for the keys, the other three women staring at Trish, waiting for her to say more.

Looking at them before unlocking the car, she simply said, "It's a long story and I don't want to talk about it, okay? Got it? Now, where the fuck are we going?"

"My place," Jen declared, "All this excitement has me too ramped up to sleep. Let's go back to my place for a drink, and some swimming, okay?"

By the time they arrived at Jen's, false dawn was showing its gray light in the east and the car was loud with laughter at the events of the night.

"Son of a bitch! But that was fun!," Ellie declared from the front seat, laughing afterwards. 

"Not so much," Trish declared, "My cheek hurts and I think I bruised my knuckles on that bitch's nose," laughing a few seconds after she said it, bringing on another round of guffaws from the other three.

Laughing like hyenas, they walked into Jen's house, quickly finding booze, and collapsing on various chairs and sofas.

"Well, if it isn't the Fight Club'," Jen's dancer-housemate, Flo, said as she came into the house from swimming laps, drying herself, naked as a jaybird and not caring that she was. Quckly following was Marie, the bartender-housemate, equally as naked as Flo.

"'Sup, Bitches?" Marie jokingly asked, taking a fight stance in front of Trish, then dropping it and laughing along with everyone else at the jest.

They talked for a bit, Flo and Marie staying naked with just towels around their waists, laughing at the events of the past evening, drank some more booze, the laughter not stopping for quite a while.

But, when it did?

To be continued....



Trish's Place... Ch. 11 Pt. 03



"C'mon, sugar, let's get something cold on that cheek of yours," Marie said, holding her hand for Trish to take, leading her to the kitchen for some 'ice therapy'.

"Bitch caught you good," Marie observed as she placed an ice pack gently onto Trish's left cheek, the bruising starting to show the early signs of yellowing and swelling.

"Yeah, sucker-punched me, the skank," Trish replied with a chuckle.

Lifting the ice pack from Trish's cheek, Marie leaned in to look closer at the bruise, turning Trish to a more favorable light, to do so.

"Oh, babygirl, that's gonna' hurt for a few days, I'm afraid," Marie said after looking closely, then, kissing it, gently, sweetly, compassionately, "Sorry that had to happen to you last night."

"Thanks, Marie," Trish said with a smile, working her jaw muscles, gently, trying to gauge her pain level as she reapplied the ice pack, wincing from the tenderness of the bruise.

"Come on, hit the hot tub with me," Marie said, taking Trish's hand in hers, "You need to relax for a while, let your adrenalin get back under control."

Stopping in the living room, just off the patio that housed the pool/tub area, Trish slipped out of her clothes to join Marie in the tub. She noticed but, made no comment, that Ellie and Jen had sorta' paired off, in private conversation on one of the couches. On another couch, Pauli and Flo had done the same, Pauli's eyes darting between Flo's face and her bared breasts.

Inside of her head, Trish just smiled...

"Here, sit here, next to me," Marie said with a beaming smile as Trish entered the tub, sliding over on her seat to make room for Trish.

The water felt great, Trish thought, as she sank herself into the bubbling froth, sinking to the bottom for a second or two, the warmth easing her soreness.

"You're right, this feels wonderful," Trish observed as she took her seat next to Marie.

"Momma knows best," Marie said with a laugh, "I've had my share of bumps and bruises since I've been bartending."

They spent a short while with 'bar-war' stories, Marie thrilled to learn that Trish was an owner and therefore understood the tribulations of the business. 

"We're normally a quiet club, by strip club standards, anyway," Marie said as she leaned her head against the tub's edge, letting her body 'float' away from her, "But, those two? Almost a guarantee that there'll be problems; In fact, the owners are thinking about 86'ing them from the place."

"Probably should if they're trouble makers," Trish replied, her eyes taking in Marie's floating nakedness, admiring her flat stomach and perky tits.

Bringing her body back into a sitting position, Marie turned when she felt Trish's fingertips rubbing her shoulder, then moving to her neck, softly squeezing it between her fingers.

They stared at each other for a while, their eyes starting to fuck each other, Trish's fingers rubbing on Marie's other cheek, now.

And, as if it were ordained, their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss, their mouths opening to accept the other's tongue. Moving her hand to cup and fondle Trish's breast, soft moans escaped from Marie's mouth. Breaking from the kiss, Marie's head and mouth moved to suck Trish's tit, her tongue playing over Trish's hard nipple.

Marie changed positions so that she could kneel on the tub's bottom, pulling Trish's body from the seat, lifting it, and, at the same time, sliding between Trish's legs. Holding onto Trish's ass-cheeks with both hands, she brought Trish's pussy out of the water and to her mouth, her tongue slipping into Trish's pussy as her top lip massaged Trish's clit.

"Oooooh yeah, that's gooood, sweetie," Trish cooed as the quick, first sign of orgasm made itself known.

Marie smiled to herself as she blissfully ate Trish; she knew it was good, she knew she was very, very good at eating pussy. Why wouldn't she be? Jen had taught her well......

Pauli and Flo were now alone in the living room. Jen and Ellie had left some time ago, hand in hand, walking the long hallway to Jen's bedroom. Pauli was now on her knees, naked, kneeling between Flo's splayed legs, Flo's hand on Pauli's head guiding it to her awaiting pussy. 

Pauli didn't mind. Pauli was very ready when Flo told her, after Jen and Ellie left the room, to strip, to take off her clothes. Pauli did as told, loving that the lust in Flo's eyes increased as she bared more and more of her body.

Pauli didn't mind it either, when Flo stood and kissed her hard, almost hurting her in doing so, or when Flo grabbed her hair with force, causing some slight pain at the roots as Flo kissed her.

"Kneel," Flo had commanded Pauli when she sat down on the couch, "Kneel and pleasure me," Flo said with a heavy breath.

And Pauli did so, confusion in her head as to why she was feeling elated at being treated this way by Flo. Confusion aside, though, Pauli felt stirrings in her crotch as she noisily dined on Flo's tasty snatch....

"On your stomach, Ms. Ellie," Jen said with a smile as she attached the strap-on harness to her body, "Prepare to get royally fucked."

"Only if I can do you afterwards," Ellie responded but moving to lay on her stomach as she said it.

"Don't worry about that, sugar, you're definitely going to fuck me afterwards," Jen answered as she knelt between Ellie's legs, her hand guiding the tip of the strap-on's cock to Ellie's awaiting slit.......

"Ooooh sweet Jesus, Oooooh damn, damn..." Trish panted excitedly as wave after wave of pleasure shook her very being to the core, Marie's tongue feeling like a cock inside of her pussy.

Lifting her mouth from Trish's excellent-she thought-pussy, Marie released her death grip of Trish's ass, licking her lips afterwards, smiling at the taste of pussy juices.

Getting out of the tub as Trish slowly recovered from her orgasms, Marie grabbed a couple of towels from the cabinet near the tub and began drying herself. When she was done, she tossed one to Trish who had just emerged from the tub, on shaky legs, at that.

"Damn girl, where'd you learn to eat pussy like that?" Trish asked, in awe of Marie's abilities at cunnilingus.

"My lezzie roomie, Jen," Marie answered, "Hell, before she got me drunk, naked, and in bed, I never thought about women sexually; liked to ride the bone a lot, ya' know?"

"Yeah, me too," Trish admitted, "don't miss fucking guys though, don't miss it at all."

"Good," Marie said as she moved in to hug Trish to her body, her hand falling to stroke Trish's ass as they kissed, "Come and show me how much you don't miss the bone," Marie said as she took Trish's hand in hers to lead her to her bedroom for some 'payback'.....

"More?...do you want more?," Flo asked as she eased the vibrator deeper into Pauli's ass.

They were in Flo's bedroom now, coming here after Pauli had 'pleasured' Flo to many climaxes in the living room. Within seconds of climbing into bed together, Flo was fingering Pauli to an orgasm while biting, and not softly, on Pauli's tits and nipples. After Pauli orgasmed that first time, Flo retrieved a large vibrator from her nightstand and used it on Pauli's snatch for a few more climaxes, Pauli's moans filling the room.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now, sweetie," Flo said softly as she leaned in to slide her tongue into Pauli's mouth in a lustful kiss while her finger toyed with Pauli's ass.

Sucking Flo's tongue into her mouth, Pauli pulled Flo tightly to her as she felt the tip of that monster dildo vibrating against her puckered hole. Still wet with Pauli's own pussy juices, the tip of the vibrator slipped in, slowly but suredly, as Flo applied pressure.

Pauli's eyes closed tightly as she sucked on Flo's tongue, almost coming from the pain/pleasure that she was feeling from the dildo, and, from the pinching of her breasts by Flo's strong fingers....

"Aaaah, aaaah, aaah.....," Jen's voice cried out as she moved herself up and down rapidly, kneeling over Ellie's crotch, the fake cock of the strap-on sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah...come, baby, come," Ellie coaxed as her hands freely squeezed, fondled and pinched Jen's breasts, her hips bucking upwards in a fucking motion as Jen straddled her, cries of pleasure filling her bedroom.

And when Jen came, she came with a Captial 'C', her screams of release obviously able to be heard within the house, if not the nearest neighbor, a quarter of a mile away.....

It was late in the day, Sunday, when the traveling trio dragged their well-fucked, well-eaten, well-sucked bodies to Ellie's Camaro to go back to their hotel.

Not much was said by any of them as Trish drove them back to their hotel for (1) Showers, (2) Food(they hadn't eaten in many hours and were famished) and (3) Rest, much needed rest...

Top down, and with Vegas in the rear view mirrors on the interstate, Ellie drove the girls out of town on Monday morning, little being said for the first hundred miles or so.

"Have to say," Ellie announced as she concentrated on the road ahead, "This may have been the 'mother' of all road trips."

"Ya' think?,Sherlock?," Trish exclaimed with mock indignation, feeling a sharp pain to her cheek when she did so.

"My pussy hurts!," Pauli complained from the back seat, "and so does my ass."

Ellie and Trish shared sideways glances with each other before breaking out in laughter...



Trish's Place... Ch. 11



Lori was a cute, twenty-something, with dark blue eyes that seemed to bore into your soul when she was looking at you. Her build was that of a jogger, trim, fit, hard and soft in all the right places, and medium-sized breasts sitting firm and high on her frame, a bra not needed for support. She was a good dancer with good moves on the faster tunes, a comfortable partner when dancing slow and close to ballads and the like. She and her 'friend', like our girls, were visiting and had also taken a taxi to the club.

"Where are you staying?" Ellie asked her as they were returning to the nook from such a slow dance, holding hands as they made their way off of the floor. Her hotel was two spots down the strip from their hotel, it turned out.

Lori suddenly stopped at the edge of the dance floor, giving Ellie's hand a soft squeeze, and followed by a sweet,quick kiss to Ellie's lips.

"I need to find out what the bitch is planning to do," Lori explained to Ellie, then walking off to find her 'friend'. 

Returning from her search for her 'friend', Lori sat down, looking a bit dejected.

"Well, it's official," Lori said to the trio, "I'm on my own for the rest of the evening, what there is left of it. Liz is going home with her two buddies, I've been informed."

"Pissed off or jealous?" Trish asked of Lori from out of the blue.

"A little bit of both, I guess," Lori exclaimed, "I mean, this was suppose to be a get-away for us, just the two of us," her voice a bit more angrier now.

"We're not in the club an hour and she's off in the corner making out with those two butches," Lori went on to say.

"Ouch," Pauli said, "that can't make you feel good."

"Got that right," Lori confirmed, "Well, fuck it, I'm not going to worry about it. I'll grab a cab and go back to the hotel," clearly bothered by her 'friend's' actions.

"Or," Ellie said in a low, sexy, seductive voice, "You could ride back to our hotel, with us, and maybe have a night of your own to brag about whenver the bitch shows up again."

Lori looked at Ellie for quite a while after she had said that, her eyes moving over to the couch where Pauli and Trish were sitting, watching she and Ellie on the ottomans, Trish's arm around Pauli, Pauli's head leaning into the crook of Trish's arm. 

And with Lori looking on, Trish casually moved her hand to fondle one of Pauli's tits, down her blouse, through the deep vee of the neck-cut, the motion of her hand softly squeezing Pauli's breast visible, under the fabric.

So mesmerized was Lori from watching Trish and Pauli, she barely took note of Ellie moving closer to her on their shared ottoman seating, only registering the fact when she felt Ellie's hand slowly rubbing her back, along her spine, all the way down to her ass in her tight pants.

"Yeah, I could do that," Lori said slowly, the possibilities for a night of own with these three, making itself known. 

"Let's grab a cab, sugar," Ellie whispered into Lori's ear, then kissing it afterwards, a tongue-swipe at her earlobe, the puncuation mark of the statement.

They rode back to the hotel in silence, the four of them, now, in the large back seat of the Towncar. Sitting next to Lori, Ellie kept her hand moving on Lori's body; gently rubbing her fingertips up and down Lori's arm, her other hand gently playing with the back of Lori's hair. Moving her fingers as they traveled up Lori's arm, Ellie casually cupped Lori's breast, softly squeezing it, feeling Lori's nipple hardening against her palm as she did so.

As Trish was paying off the cabbie, Lori and Ellie were off to the side, just the two of them, Pauli standing with Trish at the cab.

"Will it be you and me, and those two with each other?" Lori questioned as she allowed Ellie to place soft butterfly kisses to her neck and cheek as they waited.

"Maybe, at some point," Ellie replied between small pecks at Lori's skin, "Maybe the four of us should just get naked and figure it out from there," Ellie's hand now brazenly fondling Lori as they stood outside of the hotel, their lips locking together in a passionate kiss after she said it.

As soon as the elevator door closed and started its journey to the suite level of the high rise hotel, Ellie and Lori resumed their lustful exploration of each other's mouths with their tongues, their hands full of each other's boobs.

With the weed smoked before leaving their suite to go out, and the liquor consumed as they partied, our intrepid Colorado trio were feeling little of anything other than their individual horniness, and there was plenty of that to go around.

As she closed the door to their suite, Ellie placed a 'do not disturb' sign on the knob, locking the door behind her. Turning, she was greeted by the sight of Trish in a lip-lock with Lori now, and of Pauli with her hands on both of the women as they kissed, feeling and fondling them both. 

Ellie quickly stripped off her clothes, her eyes bright with lust she took in the scene before her. Moving to the other three, Ellie started unbuttoning and unfastening blouses, skirts and pants, Pauli joining in now, to help.

Taking Lori by the hand when Trish stopped kissing her, Ellie led Lori into the darkened bedroom, practically throwing her onto the large bed before laying next to her, her lips and hands quickly all over Lori's body, her fingers pulling down Lori's panties and tossing them to the floor, her mouth dropping to suckle Lori's tits, afterwards. Slipping two fingers between Lori's legs as she sucked on Lori's nipples, Ellie started slowly fingering Lori's pussy, deeper and deeper as Lori's breathing became intensely labored from her excitement.

Trish and Pauli stood watching for a short while, their hands and fingers occupied with each other as they watched Ellie kiss her way down Lori's body until her head was between Lori's legs. Taking a spot on either side of Lori, Trish and Pauli each suckled and kissed Lori's breasts, their tongues dancing on her nipples. 

Lori was torn by a million different emotions, all of them good, as these three strangers attacked and devoured her body with mouths, tongues, and hands. Ellie's tongue and mouth were sucking and licking Lori's clit, driving her even more crazy with the need to climax and the need to taste pussy, herself. Our trio of lovers were about to find out just how much of a pussy-hound, Ms. Lori was.

Reaching in the dark, Lori pulled at either Trish or Pauli, she didn't know or care which at that point, until she had that person sitting on her face. The lucky rider that first time was Trish, but the other girls would get their turn to ride on the Lori-train before the sun rose in the east.

Leaving her suckling of Lori's tits behind, Pauli moved herself in the bed, pulling at Ellie's legs as she did so until she was finally able to get her head between Ellie's legs to taste her, as Ellie continued to nibble away at Lori.

Moving her crotch slowly across Lori's mouth and tongue, Trish felt her orgasm slowly rising to the surface, slowly building inside of her which caused her to increase the grinding of her snatch against Lori's talented mouth and tongue. 

"Aaah, aaah, aaah, oh crap," Trish's voice cried out in the dark room when her climax exploded, Lori's fingers digging into her ass-cheeks as Lori pulled Trish's pussy even harder against her sucking mouth and flicking tongue. 

After her orgasm, Trish slowly moved to lift her pussy from Lori's mouth, her legs trembling as she did so. Lori gasped aloud, her hands flying to Ellie's head, pulling Ellie's mouth and tongue harder against her crotch, as her own climax made itself known.

"Oh damn, damn," Lori murmured as her climax subsided, her body quaking a bit as Ellie continued to lick and suck at her pussy, a new orgasm starting to build within her. Leaning up onto an elbow, Lori's eyes now accustomed to the darkness of the room, she could see Pauli's head busily bobbing between Ellie's legs as Ellie continued to lick and suck at Lori. 

Moving herself on the bed and pulling at Pauli's legs as she did so, Lori slipped her head between Pauli's legs, her mouth flying to Pauli's pussy afterwards, the three of them totally absorbed in the act of eating each other.

It didn't take long before the three of them, in turn, reached lift-off, the sounds and smell of sex prevalent in the darkened hotel room. Trish was sitting in a chair, near the bed, her fingers busy between her legs as her eyes took in the tableau of sapphic lust before her.

And when the trio on the bed were done?

Lori laid her head back onto the pillows, pulling Ellie up from between her legs, guiding Ellie until she was poised with her pussy lips just out of reach from Lori's seeking tongue. Slowly, and with a smile on her lips as she did so, Ellie lowered her snatch until she could feel Lori's probing tongue swipe across her swollen pussy lips which brought about a shudder of pleasure to Ellie as she boarded the Lori-train for her ride.

"Come here, Pauli," Trish's voice commanded as Pauli was leaving the bed. Doing so, Pauli knelt on the floor before Trish's chair, between Trish's splayed legs, lowering her head as she did so. When Trish's fingers slipped from her pussy, Pauli took them in her mouth, slowly sucking at the juices as she slipped her hands under Trish's ass. Letting Trish's fingers slide from her mouth, Pauli lowered her head as her hands raised Trish's ass, bringing Trish's pussy to her mouth, a shudder of pleasure making itself known to Pauli as her tongue flicked across Trish's 'little man'...

To be continued... 



Trish's Place...



With deliciously slow and long tongue swipes, Marge had me humping against her mouth quickly while her hands busied themselves with my breasts and nipples. Holding her head to my pussy, I was humping and grinding as if I had a man between my legs, fucking me.

"Oh Damnit, sugar, I'm going to come..." and just that quickly, I exploded with a climax as good as I've ever had in my life, and I've had some real nut-busters, let me tell you. I've been eaten by some very talented women and men but no one, not anybody, ever got me off that quickly or with that intensity before.

Marge allowed me to come down from my orgasm, all the while amusing herself with nibbles to my clit, and later to my nipples. Her excellent mouth got me all excited again, and sensing that, she continued to bite and nip at my breasts and nipples while her fingers fucked me slowly.

In less than five minutes, she had me yelling 'Bingo!' once more, and I'm not one to cum quickly.

Recovering quickly from my latest and greatest climax, I flipped Marge off of me and onto her back, dropping my head to her breasts for some sucking and licking fun of my own. While biting and chewing on her large nipples, I busied myself with her pussy, my hand and fingers finding it a delightful place to play.

As I said before, I consider myself to be bi-sexual, not lesbian, but on this particular night, Marge could have converted me to the Sapphic Sisterhood just because of the fun I was having.

As I began my own tongue-travels down her body, I sort of twisted myself around so that I found her pussy from her belly-button side, as opposed to reaching it from between her legs.

Her hand reached out to play with my ass as I took my time nibbling and sucking on her clit; then, without warning, she pulled on my legs until she had me on top of her, with her head between my legs.

Knowing what we both wanted to happen next, we entertained each other in a most satisfying sixty-nine for a wonderfully long time before the both of us orgasmed, shaking the bed when we did so.

"Oh damn, girl; many nights of this with you, and you'll have me marching on Gay Pride day," I exclaimed while trying to catch my breath. Moving to lie with our heads next to each other, we teased with kisses and nibbles to each other, both of us feeling the sandman knocking at our door.

Kissing each other goodnight, slowly and tenderly, we settled into each other's arms and fell asleep; I can't really speak for her, but for me? It was one of the better nights of making love I had ever had, with anyone.

The next morning we began round two of our personal sex-fest, ending with me going down on her in the shower, which I found to be totally hot, I don't mind saying. Looking out of my second floor bedroom window, I could see that the snow had stopped, the city plows had done their magic, and my lot was plowed out by the guy I contracted to for that service.

"Looks like all we have to do is to knock the snow off of your car, baby," I said to her while I poured us both fresh mugs of coffee.

She nodded to me in acknowledgement while taking a sip, then reaching into her purse, she pulled out a business card, flipping it to write on the back.

"My personal numbers," she explained as she slid the card towards me, "you know, if you'd like to get together again."

Reaching into my purse at the end of the small dining table we were sitting at, I did the same, pushing my card to her, and saying, "Yeah, I think I'd like that a lot," smiling afterwards.

"Thanks for your hospitality, Trish, and thanks for turning my night from a bummer, into a stunner," Marge laughingly said to me as we finished removing most of the snow from her SUV.

"Not a problem; worked out for me as well," I replied truthfully.

Standing next to her car while waiting for it to warm up, we were silent for a bit, before Marge spoke again.

"I'm serious about getting together again, okay?" Marge said when she opened her car door.

"You'll be hearing from me, Marge, and don't be a stranger either, okay?"

What the hell, I thought, as I watched her drive away, it's not like I've got a waiting list of guys that want to fuck me.

Well, that wasn't entirely true...