6 comments/ 70961 views/ 18 favorites High Maintenance By: evilernie Part I. Prologue Sara jumped up from her seat as Jack slammed the phone down. Interrupted from her otherwise ordinary afternoon magazine reading, she instinctively turned around and asked him what happened. She saw Jack’s face all red. “That stupid brother of mine is trying to hit me for money. He is broke and the bank is threatening to foreclose his house. He is so stupid. I don’t even know where to start.” He was fuming as he went to the bathroom to take a leak. Jack and Peter Baker are brothers. They grew up in a small town outside of Chicago. Their parents were immigrants from Italy and didn’t speak a word of English when they arrived in the US. Realizing that their mother was a very good cook, his father’s friend helped them open a bakery in the city. Their mother’s creations were a hit. Consequently, the bakery did very well. That was when they decided to change their last name to Baker from Cannelozzi – not that they were ashamed of their Italian heritage. As the business grew, they needed to hire more people. They hired and trained any person that was willing to learn and work, regardless of race. In addition, their stubborn father finally admitted that he cannot handle the bookkeeping, purchasing and marketing all at the same time by himself. So they hired help for the back-office, as well. With the bakery running like a well oiled engine, they settled down and had two boys one after the other (Jack and Peter). Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. For the Bakers, it ended tragically. To sum it up – Mrs. Baker died, Mr. Baker married his secretary and the boys were sent to a private school out of state. They went to college and never seen their father again. Part 2 – Jack cums Jack had not seen his brother since he got married 3 years ago. As he pushed at the doorbell, he was contemplating whether to give him a hug or to punch him in the face. He looked around the porch of the colonial and realized that the evidence of their hard work was still standing. When Peter bought the house, it was in shambles; paint was peeling; sidings were worn; walkway was cracked. They worked three long months with help from local contractors to restore it. He glided his hands along molding that surrounds the door while reminiscing the time that he painted it. Although he wanted to inspect the house further, a minute had past and still nobody answered the door. He pressed the button again and waited for another minute. He resigned that maybe the couple went out so he picked up his luggage to head back down the steps and dialed the number for a taxi service to pick him up. Before he could press send, he heard a voice called out, “I’m coming!” It was his sister, Megan. He slid the phone back into his pocket and faced the door. He scratched his eyebrows impatiently as he heard her heels tapping on the hard wood floor. He planned to just disregard his brother’s pleas, but Sara convinced him that he should, at least, visit him and try to find out why he had problems. After a four-hour flight, a no-show pickup, 2-hour traffic jam and, to finish it off, lightly spraining his ankles on his brother curb, he patiently waited at the doorstep. As the door knob turned and the door cracked open, he was expecting to see his cute mousy sister in a sundress with her hair tied behind her back dressed in her bathrobe. However, he almost dropped his luggage on his feet as he was almost blinded by the sight of a goddess on earth. She looked nothing like the person he remembered his brother married. “Megan?” “Jack! It is so nice to see you. How long has it been? 3 years? You looked exactly like that last time I saw you.” “Look at you! I can barely recognize you.” Jack was not exaggerating at all. Her once limp, dirty-blonde hair was now full shiny platinum and cascaded down one side over her shoulder resting at her breast. She used to have small breast. He remembered that very well because during Steve and Megan’s wedding, his wife, Sara, complained that she can never dance as well as Megan. As a joke, he told her that at least she had bigger hooters than her. Not anymore. Her breast was now full C, perfectly shaped and begging to be touched. Her nose, her cheek, her lips… They were all perfect. Megan stepped down and hugged him. “This is the result of a lot of hard work with a little help from my doctor. Do you like it?” She twirled around for him - showing off her tight buns, slim waist and sculpture legs and thighs. He looked up and down her body in awe as he swallowed hard and felt the stirring in his pants. “You’re gorgeous!” He cannot believe he just said that, especially with that longing tone. Megan blushed from his comment. “Thank you. Flattery will certainly go a long way.” She held his hand and led him to the den. “Come on. Let me show you around.” Megan was very proud of what she had done on the house. Every picture and every artwork had a story to tell. Every piece of furniture had history behind it. No room was spared. During the tour, he found out that Peter was out of town for business and won’t be back until next week. He regretted not getting the chance to see his brother in person - he was flying back Sunday. By end of the tour, she had her arms around his and laughing hysterically about her tales. “Oh! How silly of me? I haven’t offered you anything to drink, yet. What would you like?” He told her not to worry and he better get going before the hotel gave his room to somebody else. When nobody picked him up from the airport, he got worried that his brother might not be home at all and he won’t have a place to stay. So he booked a hotel room from the airport, just before he called a taxi. Megan frowned at the idea, invited him to stay the night and called the hotel herself to cancel the reservation. “Now, that’s taken care of. What’s your poison? I know. I have been saving this bottle for the right occasion. I guess this is the time.” “Why don’t you bring your stuff to the guest bedroom and I’ll get our drinks.” He dragged his suitcase to the room and headed back to the den where soft music could now be heard and the lights were turned down low. “Come, Jack! Dance with me.” How could he refuse? She wrapped her arms around him and swayed her body to the music. They started slowly; his hands on her slim waist and hers were wrapped around the back of his neck. She then progressed to resting her head on his shoulders and her body wrapped around his. Not soon after she had her back to him and was rubbing her firm ass on his hard-on while his hands were fondling her enhanced breasts. They continued with their lust-filled action for a whole minute after the song ended. She lifted the hands of the entranced man from her mammary. As Jack absorbed the sight of Megan’s flushed cheeks, he realized what he had done. He apologized but he didn’t receive any emotional response. She just excused herself to freshen up. Jack felt guilty for what he had done. When Megan disappeared from his sight, Jack went into the guest room concerned of what Megan might think. “Had I just taken advantage of Megan’s moment of weakness? Could she be unhappy with my brother? Was there something Jack didn’t tell me? In any case, I shouldn’t have behaved the way I did.” He surmised while unpacking his things. “Jack! Here are some new sheets for you.” He turned around and tried to explain himself. “Megan, I’m sorry about earlier. I was caught up in the moment.” “Forget about it. I was too. Let’s just pretend it was an erotic daydream. Besides, I have not been touch like that in a while.” Jack sighed in relief but decided to delve further into what was going on with the couple. Ironically, his first statement was, “I don’t mean to meddle into your personal lives, but...” Megan avoided answering his questions with her own questions – about work, his life, the wife and why they don’t have children yet. But Jack was steadfast and pursued with his inquiries. It seemed that he made a breakthrough when Megan started nervously playing with her wedding ring and her voice quivered. Just then her ring fell off her finger and rolled under the bed. He smiled and bent down to retrieve it. It rolled way back but he was able to reach it. He turned around, raised his hand and presented the dropped treasure. But before he could look up and meet her gaze, he found her dress and underwear lying in puddles on her feet. Unable to resist, his eyes consumed her gorgeous body - from her feet to her beautiful face. The sight of Megan’s nakedness left Jack frozen. She took the ring from his fingers and, with her other hand, guided his unto her sopping cunt. His mind, now clouded with lust, was unable to resist the impulse of inserting his finger into her tunnel. The warm, slippery flesh coupled with Megan’s groan of pleasure urged him to push it deeper. His appendage vanished into her. Her cunt twitched as it swallowed the foreign object, relishing the sensation as it glided along its walls. As his finger retracted, her pussy clamped down on it, eliciting more stimulation on her sensitive skin. It was followed by a light stream of thick fluid. He licked his lips, longing to taste the nectar that flowed down his palm. He looked up at her. She was massaging her breast and pinching her nipples. She looked down at him eyes half-closed, biting her lower lip. They both wanted the same thing. She took a step forward, gently held him at the back of his head and guided him to her quivering love box. With her nether essence filling his nostrils and her glistening flesh so inviting, he closed his eyes and accepted the inevitable. His parted lips skimmed her freshly shaved womanhood as it closed on her clit, eliciting a moan of satisfaction from the woman. He extended his tongue and flicked the soft tissue. There was a moment when he realized that he should stop and resist this temptress. But how could he? He was just a weak man driven by lust. All thoughts of his wife, his brother, even his own morality were washed away by the captivating secretions of her sister. It didn’t take long before Megan reached her peak and humped Jack’s face for what it’s worth. Jack, in turn, pressed his face closer and extended his tongue deeper into her, encouraging her dam to burst and spew forth her delectable fluids. He was generously rewarded. Megan screamed at the top her lungs as orgasm after orgasm racked her body. “I want your cock in me, now!” She exclaimed as she tried to catch her breath and pushed Jack backward on to the bed. Jack understood her intentions, so he clumsily crawled backwards up the bed. Like a cat, Megan slowly climbed on top of him, sensuously brushing her soft hair along his body. She kissed his mouth tasting her own cum and continued to proceed upward until her nipples grazed his lips. She allowed him to suckle on her breast for a few seconds before sitting upright on his stomach. She caressed his face with the back of her hand. As her fingers brushed across his lips, he instinctively parted his mouth and swallowed her finger. Amused, she pumped her finger in and out as he sucked and licked on it. She finally dislodged it and scraped his skin with her sharp fingernail from his cheek, across his neck. When it reached his shoulders, the talons of her other fingers joined in, sending electric currents through Jack’s body. Her hand moved from Jack’s body back to hers. She wrapped her hands around her breast and squeezed. Jack bent up towards her, attempting to help her worship her body. But Megan gently pushed him back down. She looked him in the eyes and telepathically informed him that she wants to be in control. Jack’s mind was clouded with lust as he looked up at the sneering goddess atop him. Satisfied that her man is docile, she reached behind her and grabbed his throbbing penis. She stroked it gently and on occasion would rub the cock head on the pointy bones of her spinal column, smearing the precum on her skin. She scooted backwards until his stiff cock pressed firmly against her ass. She then raised herself up slowly, using his cock as a guide and brushed it between the valleys of her behind until his organ knocked at her opening. She parted her nether lips with her fingers and placed her other hand on his stomach for balance, as she prepared to impale herself on his tool. She closed her eyes and bit on her lower lip while she savored the sensation of the foreign object invading her body. She gasped with pleasure when the delicate skin of her vagina stretched to swallow the plump worm. “He definitely has a bigger dick than his brother”. Upon realization that she was now fucking his brother, Megan’s lips formed a mischievous smile. She looked down at Jack. His eyes were closed, focusing on the delicious sensation of her clenching cunt. She sealed her eyelids and joined him in the darkness. The sweet idea of sin was so erotic that she came again within a minute. After recovering for her tremendous orgasm, she was like a limp blanket wrapped on top of her man. Jack was still furiously pumping up into her sore pussy. Too tired to take charge, she rolled onto her back and pulled Jack atop her. Jack finally opened his eyes and looked at the blushing beauty under him. He bent down and drowned himself on her inviting lips while his thrusts regained new vigor. He groaned with every heave as rapture was fast approaching. He disentangled himself, took deep breaths and shut his eyes in preparation for his eruption. Megan had other plans. She reached up, grabbed his cheeks and asked him to open his eyes. “Look at me when you cum.” She grabbed her breast with her free hand and mashed it, while she licked her lips in anticipation of his prize. “Cum for me, Jack. Spill you seed into your sister’s womb.” She saw the shock in Jack’s face, but he was too close to the brink to stop. For assurance, she wrapped her legs around him and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. She felt his cock twitched inside her. She gasped and quickly grabbed him by the hair - forcing him to look into her eyes. As his warm fluids bathe her vagina, it triggered another orgasm for her. After a minute continuous twitching, the lovers finally collapsed in each other arms. Part 3 – Steve cums Jack woke up in the middle of the night. He could not believe the things that happened. He was married and she was his brother’s wife. How could he have succumbed to his own lust? He sat up, covered his face with his hands and cursing himself for what he had done. A loud thump outside the room snapped him out of his self-pity. After realizing that he was buck-naked, He dug through the closet to find something to wear. He found one of brother’s pajamas and put it on. He slowly crept through the open door and looked out at the dark foyer. Sensing no danger, he slowly tiptoed out of the room. He looked around him. The light was on the upstairs bedroom. He stealthily moved towards the staircase that leads to it. He can faintly hear mumbling as he gets closer to the staircase. Curiosity got the best of him that he decided to investigate further. He went up the staircase and proceeded to the lit room. The door was slightly open and he peaked in. What he saw shocked him. Megan was sitting at the edge of the bed - naked except for the garter belt on her hips and a pair of high heeled shoes. A man was crouching under her; kissing her thighs. The man was older probably in his 50’s. His sister’s long, soft legs rested on the man’s shoulders as she reached forward and ran her fingers through his hair. She looked at him adoringly while he continued worshiping her body. She took some of her shimmering locks and put it in her mouth. There was no doubt that she was getting pleasure from the man. She released the man’s head and placed her hands on her breast. She grabbed and squeezed at it while the man’s lips got closer to her fountain. Instead of getting angry, Jack was stiff with excitement watching a scene straight from a porn movie unfolding. She leaned back her head as the man finally wrapped his lips on her pussy. He was now nestled firmly between her thighs nibbling and sucking away. She moaned in delight. Her fingers found themselves pinching her nipples as her excitement grew. The man was breathing in gasps as he slipped his warm tongue into her tunnel. Unable to control her excitement, she placed her hand on the back of his head and mashed his face into her pussy. He willingly obliged. He held on to her hips and bobbed his head fucking her steaming cunt with his tongue. Megan’s moan was getting louder. In a state of excitement, she started rubbing her clit with her own finger while he continued lapping on her pussy. “Oh yes... oh yes… Stick it in deeper… Oh my god… Shit… I’m going to come… hah…hah… I’m going to cum… Shit… Shit… I’m coming… I’m coming… Ahhh… Shiiittt…” She heaved her hips up and down as each salvo passed through her. He was latched onto her throughout her ordeal. He lapped up and savored her juices as they came out of her love box. As her ecstasy died down and she opened her eyes, she saw her devoted pet still gently nipping at her sensitive clit. She sat up and ran the back of her hand upon his cheek. He looked up, in response, while stretching his tongue and flicked her pussy lips. She smiled at him adoringly. “That was wonderful, darling. Now, it’s your turn.” She gently pushed him back and signaled him to stand up. She peeled down his boxer shorts exposing his engorged cock. She stared at it for a moment and started rubbing it up and down. She cupped his balls with her other hand and seemingly tried to weight it in her palms. Her indexed finger scooped the precum off top of his head and spread it throughout. She then stroked his cock head with a twisting motion using his oozing juices as lubrication. Her actions seemed to have sapped the strength from his knees, for he bent down and groaned. He was now gasping for air as she worked her magic on his cock. Wanting to prolong his climax, she slowed down and changed to just caressing the whole length of his cock. The man seemed to have regained his composure as he stood back up and started rubbing her shoulders. She also stood while still holding the man’s penis in her hands. He bent down to kiss her. She turned and pushed him on the bed. Before he can react, she had her high-healed foot between his legs. She rubbed the pointed tip of her shoe along the shaft of his cock. He held her leg as she gently caressed his manhood. She asked him to remove the shoe. After which, she made him took off the other one, as well. She backed off a little bit and removed her garter belt. She approached him, garter belt in hand, and put it around his neck. He held her hand and lovingly kissed it as it made contact with his cheek. He was reluctant but she managed to free herself. She instructed him to sit tight and that she’ll be right back. He hypnotically watched her beautiful ass sway as she strode away from him. As Megan disappeared from his view, Jack seemed to have regained from his trance. Shocked, he turned away from the door and leaned against the wall. While catching his breathe, he looked down and caught sight of the tent that formed on his stretchable PJs. His cock head was clearly outlined through the thin fabric. Surrendering to the desire to touch himself, he rubbed the helmet with his palm and eventually wrapped his whole hand around it. It felt so good that he started to massage it. He felt disgusted, but yet aroused, by the sight of his sister coupling with another man. But, how can he be disgusted? He had just fucked her a few hours ago. His thoughts were interrupted by muffled murmurs inside the room. He peaked through the opening again. Megan was handing over a legal sized folder to the old guy sitting at the edge of the bed. Jack only caught part of the man’s objection. “…. I can’t do this.” High Maintenance Woman Rita Hyman had a tired look as she sat down at the head table. It had been a hell-of-a-year. At one point, she had worked twenty-two days straight. Tonight, she would receive the Million Dollar Trophy for being the top real estate salesperson in all of Virginia for Century 21. Fred Atwater, her boss, was to make the presentation. There was no doubt that she was the Rainmaker for their little, six-agent office. No only had she had a wonderful year, with her twenty-eight sales, but she had shared leads that she did not have time to handle with the other agents. They all loved her for that, you can be sure. As Fred droned on with his prepared speech, Rita had a bemused smile on her face. She wondered what the reaction would be of the fifty agents if she told the truth when asked, as she expected to be; So that we can be better salesperson, please tell us what you believe to be the secret of your tremendous success? She thought that she should stand on a table, while explaining," I heard a rumor that Farnsworth Pharmaceutical was buying land to the North of Roanoke for a new headquarters and manufacturing plant. I flew to Newark, New Jersey. After a brief meeting with the relocation officer, Mr. Mark Goldstein, we retired to his downtown apartment. That was on a Friday afternoon. Between then and Sunday night, he fucked me at least forty different ways. (Now lifting her skirt and lowering her panties and thrusting her hips forward.) So, you see, the secret to my success is this, my pussy. In exchange for the use of my pussy for the last year, Mr. Goldstein has forwarded to me the names of those to be transferred before they even knew it. The fact is, of course, that her contacts just got her foot in the door. She had worked her butt off, sometimes working from six AM until midnight. She would meet the couples at the airport, and stay with them until they flew back to Newark. When Fred finished his speech, and presented her with the trophy, Rita gave a short acceptance speech. Its theme was that the Century 21 system, and national advertising was the reason for her success. The award came after a dinner. Most of the attendees would now retire to the hotel lounge. The rest of the evening would be spent drinking and flirting, with the men agents doing their best to bed a female agent. Rita thought to herself. I am going to get laid. I just don't give a damn who does the honors. She walked up to the bartender, a not too bad looking college kid making a few bucks. "How about a Screwdriver...double?" "Gee, lady, I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to make doubles." Rita's eyes met his. No man meeting Rita said to himself, hey this is a hot girl. Instead they thought, Hmm, full bore woman. I would like to bed that. Take her home to Momma, if I could. Sweetly, she said, "I need a double." She got a double. By the time that she was on her third double, she was not seeing too well, and had to blink a lot. Unsteady on her feet, she sought out a small table in the corner. Carl Lane, an agent she had met before from Lynchburg, forty miles to the East of Roanoke, joined her at the table. Rita thought, well finally. Damn men fumble-fuck around coming on to me. Might just as well speed things up. Knowing that Carl had a room at the hotel for the night, she said, "Carl, I'm too drunk to drive home. Could I go lie down in your room for a couple hours." Carl, who had been playing the role that he was politely just chatting with her, while in his heart was hoping that some miracle would happen so that he could bed her, just once, got a shocked look on his face, like a man who just won the Lotto. When he looked Rita in the eye, he saw no blinking, no indication that she did not fully intend to let him have his way with her. "I'm ready to go now," she added to drive the point home. As they rode up in the elevator, Carl stood looking at Rita. He wanted to take off her dress now so that he could see those tits. They had to be real hangers. Rita, let her eyes cast over Carl, as she wondered, I hope that he has a nice cock? She would soon find out. One guy she had fucked, sent down to Roanoke from Newark, had a little four inch cock. She smiled to herself. She had come twice with him. Carl's room was like a million other hotel rooms. "I have to pee," she said. When she came out naked, Carl was naked, sitting on the bed with a hard on. Rita thought it to be funny that no two men have cocks that appear the same, just like faces. His was small at the end, very fat in the middle, and had a bend to the right of forty degrees. "Ha, ha. Does your cock have a bend so that it can see around corners?" "My wife says that I got it caught in a door chasing some woman." Carl stared at Rita standing there before him. She had a dark tan, which made the lower half of her breasts covered by her bathing suit stand out like white beacons, as did the white triangle around her black bush. There was something very sensual about her breasts. They hung low, but stood out proud and full. Carl correctly guessed that she had never had a child, which brought a smile to his face thinking of her tight pussy, that would be the holder of his cock for much of the night. Rita, tired as she was, as well as drunk, was not in the mood for long foreplay, or anything fancy. "Here is the play, Carl. I don't need any licking, or fondling. I am ready now. I don't feel like giving you oral sex, or going doggy. Let me lie on my back. You climb on and put your bender in me. Do me as long, hard, and fast as you want. If I fall asleep, roll me on my back and do me again. I am horny and am in the mood for sex." "I don't believe you? Are you real? I'm lucky to get it once a week at home." "I'm real, Carl. I like my sex. Oh, did I see a vodka bottle in the bathroom?" "Yes." "Mind if I have some?" "Certainly." Rita got it and returned to the bed. She unscrewed the top. She took a last long look at Carl, her eyes boldly locking on his. Then she upended the bottle, drinking from it until a third was gone. She handed the bottle to Carl. "If you keep me supplied with vodka, you can fuck me until Sunday." She lie back, as her legs opened wide to accept his body. Her hand guided his bender to her waiting slit. A push. Carl had entered the gates of heaven. A second push. Rita joined him. Carl, an intelligent man, savored it all; the fragrance of her perfume, how her body supported his, how her pussy, so small, so tight, gripped his throbbing cock. She was more woman than he had ever known before. Who did she belong to, if anyone? It also dawned on him that to have won the award, she must have earned over one hundred thousand dollars last year. This was no tramp that he was fucking. Rita interrupted his thoughts as she moaned and twisted as her body responded to an orgasm. She took his head in her hands and kissed him full on the lips. "Bender is doing a good job down there," she whispered. Soon, she came again, as did Carl. "I have to pee," she announced. Walking to the bathroom, she turned to say, slurring her words with drunken speech, "I'll wash my cookie, so that it is ready for more of you." Just before getting back onto the bed, she took another long swig from the bottle. She is an alcoholic sex machine, came to Carl's mind. Soon after Carl and she both came the second time, the booze caught up to Rita in a big way. Not only was she asleep, but he could not get any response from her either by sticking a finger into her, or by playing with her tits. Carl had brought a video camera to film the awards dinner. He put a new tape in it and set it up buried in a stack of clothes. He then put on his pants and went to the next two rooms, which were occupied by Phil Owens and Ron Butler. "How would you like to be married to that?" Phil asked while looking down at Rita, spread out naked on her back with her legs open. "I'd wear out my dick fucking her." Ron said, with a laugh. Carl turned from making himself a drink. "Go ahead and fuck her. I'm sure that she won't mind. She told me to hump her even if she was passed out." They did. All night. Carl had some peter-beater material video that he would watch again and again. All woke up at the same time, just before ten AM. Rita knew instantly that she had been the object of their attention. "Well, Carl, did you tell these guys that it was a thousand a night to be with me?" They all laughed. Ron asked, "Are you married, Rita?" "No. Was. Being with you guys makes it sort of a joke. The reason that I divorced him was that he never paid any attention to me." "That man was some sort of fool." Phil, softly observed. "Just your standard brand workaholic attorney, interested more in money and power than his wife." Carl got a knowing look on his face. He knew that she was not trash. He, happily married, knew that she was not for him, but for the right guy, this was a real tigress, one hell of a lot of woman. "How old age you, Rita?" Came from Phil. The answer came, "I will be thirty-one in July." Sunday, shortly after Rita returned to her small condo, just Northwest of the Roanoke airport, she lay out on a lounge on her balcony, naked, as was her habit. Being on the forth floor make it impossible for anyone to see her, except the air traffic controllers, who she was sure could see her well enough to count the hairs on her cookie. She had a three week vacation starting tomorrow. She was thinking of getting away to somewhere where the humidity was not so sticky. North near a lake would be perfect. She had been to a girl's camp in Vermont as a youngster. Vermont's Lake Champlain was where she would go. Tuesday, at just after ten PM, she pulled into the Days Inn. It had been a pleasant ride in her Mustang convertible. To be an ornery shit, while on Interstate 81,she had worn a loose tube top, knowing that along the way she would break up her boredom, as well as a lot of truckers, by lowering her top so that he breasts were completely exposed to any driver sitting higher than she was. If she saw a Bear approaching her, she would cover herself, wondering if the Bear, who had to have heard about the "Seat cover," with the "Naked Jugs," in the Red Mustang, was hurrying to hassle her, or to get a look. Probably both. The life guards at Burlington's North Beach noticed her right away when she placed her blanket near their tower, at just above the water's edge. She did not want to burn her feet walking to and from the water, which she would do several times, since she liked to cool off when she got hot and sweaty. When wet, her suit clung to her swaying breasts. Only the Canadians from Quebec wore smaller suits them she had on. Often only throngs. Her intention was to spend her whole vacation away from a phone, eating any damn thing that she wanted, while reading Nelson Demille's book, "Up country." Two people had told her that they thought that she was like one of the main characters, Susan Weber. That and sleep. Lots of sleep. Laying on her back in the sun, her mind drifted back to when she last was in Vermont, at Brown Ledge Girl's Camp. It had been a great summer. She, Jill Murray, Kim Brown, and Jane Wintergate were lucky that they had not been asked to leave. They smoked, snuck out at night to ride with boys in their boats, and drank beer. If she knew then what she knew now, they would have done more then just ride in the boats with the boys. By Friday, she was bored, and yes, horny. She started thinking of her pussy. She started looking at the crotches of the men who walked by her along the lake shore, in the wet sand. She also had a need to get a buzz on. More than that, she wanted to be drunk, let it all hang out. Like a tigress, she eyed the men in sight. She was picking someone to do to her what needed to be done. She had to have it. One guy with a big cock pouch in his suit was with a woman. Probably Canadians. Just then one of the Guards came walking down the beach. Tall, bronze as a Greek god, not an bit of fat on him, he had that walk of an athlete. Age? With the white Guard hat, and the flyer's sun glasses, she could not tell. She stood up and walked in front of him. "Hi, I wonder if you could help me?" "Yes, Ma'am, I'll try." Rita could tell that he was only early twenties, maybe younger, but she continued on. "I'm a stranger here. I noticed in the paper that there is a Phish concert tonight. I would be afraid to go alone. Do you know of a group going to it that I could go with?" There was a look of total confusion in the boys eyes. "Ma'am, darn, I don't know what to say. I don't have a car. If I can borrow my brother's car, I would be happy to go with you." It was a line that always worked, Rita reasoned. She had him, hook, line and peter. "I'm Rita Hyman." "I'm Matt Jock. Be right back." he said as he turned and trotted down the beach to the other Guard tower. In moments, he was trotting back to her. "My brother Paul said that we can all go in his car." It was not exactly what Rita had in mind, since she lost control of the transportation, but what the heck, she had gotten an offer to go to a concert. There would be booze, maybe some ecstasy, and some young peter. Had to be a good time. "Tell your brother that it was sweet of him to ask me along. Pick me up at the Day's Inn at seven?" She was gone. Paul had not seen Rita up close. After she had left, he asked Matt. "What to hell is going on? You invited red suit to go with us? "Not exactly, she asked me if I knew of someone that she could go with." "Do you think that she screws" "How to hell would I know if a woman will screw. I have never been laid in my life. You?" "Nope" "She isn't a local, so I say let's try to fuck her?" "Yo, Boy oh boy, how I'd like to do that." Matt took a deep breath. "Paul, this is not just any woman. She is older then we are and is the sexiest woman I have ever spoken to. She is the kind of woman I dream of marrying. She has it all. I think that if I saw her naked that I would come in my pants. And her eyes. Damn, Man, when she puts those babies on you, all you can think of is wanting to be the daddy to her kids." The Phish concert was a hum-dinger. Some said there were seventy-five thousand people at the fair grounds. Rita bought two hits of ecstasy. That and the quart jug of screwdriver with 80 percent vodka made for a very happy Rita by the time they rolled down the highway to the Jock's boys hunting camp, a stop that Rita knew nothing about. Tom Jock, the boys father, who was an electrical geek, with several owned patents, heard his sons discussing this Rita when they were home changing clothes. He surmised that they would try to take her to his hunting camp. He went there in time to set up a camera in the boy's bedroom, and to get himself comfortable in the garage where he had a TV monitor set up. Whatever happened, he would see in living color, as well as hearing every word, moan, or sigh. Rita sat in the rear of Paul's Honda with Matt. Rita had the same loose tank top on that she had worn during her drive to Vermont. She sat with her head back, mouth open, wearing a vacant smile. Her legs were apart. "I, I, love... love everybody, especially you... Matt." Dimly, Rita was aware of her pussy. She rubbed it. "Oh, that feels good." Matt, who had never had any, knew that in the state that Rita was in right now, that anyone could fuck her. "I love you too, Rita." Matt said as his hand cupped a breast. Matt kissed her. There was no immediate reaction to his hand. "Do you like my breasts, Matt?" "They are lovely, but I really can't see them all that well." Rita's eyes closed for a second, as her hands lowered her top so that her breasts were free for Matt to see and feel. Matt thought that if anything rubbed his cock that he would come in his pants right then. They arrived at the camp. Both boys supported Rita as she stumbled into the camp, and was put on the boy's bed. Naked, she was beautiful. Both boys took off their clothes. Tom, in the garage, took out his cock. He rolled the head in his fingers as Matt played with Rita's pussy. Tom could hear every word Rita said. "Hmm, Hmm, I like it when a man is with me and I can see his cock. I knew when I saw you on the beach that you had a cock. You're young, you, you... Lots of cock in me. Paul has a cocky too. I love cocks." A sad look came over her face. "My husband did not give me enough cock." Matt thought that his cock would exploded killing them all. He rammed his tool deep into her and came with the first shove. Paul only lasted until the forth shove, and he too come. Rita got up on her elbows. "Oh dear God, please get hard again. I need it so bad." Tom burst out of the garage, his pants at half-mast, with his stiff cock bobbing up and down as he hurried into the camp. As he bounded through the front door, the boys heard him exclaim, "I'm coming, I'm coming. Jesus, God, let me live long enough to put my cock in her." He tripped as he entered the bedroom. Both boys laughed at him as he took off his pants while pulling himself up. He lunged onto the bed. Rita opened her legs to accept him as he found her slit and slammed his cock into her. The boys noticed that she raised her hips so that what he had was driven home, deep within her pussy. Just as she came, Tom did. He was replaced by a now hard Matt, who lasted long enough this time to bring a woman to orgasm for the first time. Paul was next. Rita came again. The next day, after the Jock men had each been into her twice, Tom cooked a great breakfast. Later, sitting on the front porch, Tom asked Rita questions about her past, which she answered honestly. Rita, then asked Tom about his situation. "My wife, the boys mother, died six years ago. I have been looking for a wife for the last two years. Rita, would you consider marrying me?" "I've had bad luck with men. Besides, I have had sex with your sons. I am a high maintenance woman, who needs lots of attention. What do you do?" "I own several patents, which make me financially independent. I have an interest in traveling. So, if you were to marry me, I would be around most of the time, and we would travel a lot." "How about my need for attention and sex?" "Oh, I think that the boys and I can take care of that problem for you." "Tom, I'm yours. I will gladly marry you. Let's go to the bedroom and seal the deal. I have an itch for Jock's cocks. Within the next three years, Rita gave birth to two strapping boys. Tom is not sure if they are his sons, or if they are his grandsons. Who cares? I'm Softly Please take the time to vote, and post a comment. High Maintenance Megan sat between his legs. “Oh, come on, Steve. Do this for me. You know that I am going to make it worth your while.” She sensuously pleaded while rubbing his thighs with her hands. “This is too much. I can’t do this anymore. This will ruin your husband. It may even send him to prison.“ Steve complained as he flipped through the pages. “As for myself, if I do this, I may lose my licen…” His words were cut short as Megan wrapped her lips around his cock and swirled her tongue around the underside of his mushroom head. “Oh… Megan…” He moaned as he clasped at the bed sheets with his free hand. “Ahhh… God...” He closed his eyes and groaned some more as the temptress applied more sweet torture on his manhood. As she sensed that he won’t be able to take much more, she allowed her hand to slowly stroke the length of his shaft and take over where her mouth left off. With a pop, she released the sensitive cock head and looked up at him. Sensing the tension of his groin ease up, he was able to open his eyes and look down at the nymph between his legs. She grinned as he was out of breath with her ministration. She continued massaging his meat as he looked down at her and said, “You are not playing fair, Megan. We should discuss this in the morning. I cannot think clearly.” Megan giggled. “I think that is the point, Steve. You have seen that document before. It is the same document my sissy husband, Peter, brought to your office last week. He already signed it. All you have to do is to witness it and certify that he was legally capable in executing it.” “I… have…. to talk… Oh God….” He tried to explain as Megan’s hand was pumping furiously around his meat coaxing his balls to churn for the biggest load of his life. He dropped the folder on the bed and held on the sheets preparing for the explosion. However, she immediately released his cock and watched it twitched and bobbed in front of her. “oooohhhh... why…. Oh god…” He frustratingly groaned between breaths. They both knew that one more stroke from her magical fingers could have triggered a continuous orgasm that would not end until he sees stars. “Oh Megan. You know I’ll do anything for you. But not this.” It was his turn to plead. “We can find another way around this.” He caressed her arms while trying to make her understand the situation. “Steve, we don’t have enough time. We have to get this done soon or else I will be dragged down by Peter’s debt. Besides, don’t you think it will be better that he’s locked up? We can play more often.” She slowly dragged her fingernail along the rough underside of his cock and secretly smiled to herself. After all, she was the one that spent all their money and not her husband. “I don’t know, Megan. I am just surprised that Peter will do this. I know he loves you very much. But..” As Megan gently caressed his sperm sac, his resistance to her power of persuasion was slowly but surely fleeting. “Oh…” He moaned as she started stroking his cock again. With the tingle from her previous ministrations barely settling down, she was bringing him to an even higher state of arousal. “Oh Steve, you know that I always get what I want. I will let you in on a little secret. This was the same position Peter was in when he signed those papers.” Steve knew that he was being used by this manipulative bitch. However, he doesn’t have the power or the desire to stop her. He knew that she wouldn’t let him cum until he signed the papers. But he was hoping that she would miscalculate and pull one stroke too many. After which maybe he can get his sanity back and get away from her. “Don’t think that you can get away from me this time. I have you, or I should say your cock, exactly where I wanted.” She slowed down again just as Steve was about to pop. The man was going insane. “Oh poor baby, I know you soooo wanted to cum. Those fluids inside you had been building for a while now. It will feel so good to let your geyser erupt. Mmmm. You know that I will certainly resolve your desperate need to cum, if you just do me this little favor.” She informed him while continuously increasing his need without sending him over. The helpless old man just watched in desperation as he realized his defeat was inevitable. “.. Or… I can do this..” To eclipse the last vestiges of his defiance, she spread the precum all over his cock head; grabbed tightly at the base of his shaft and pumping his now slippery cock head with her other hand at an incredibly furious pace. Steve felt the cum rushing from his balls. However, it was effectively blocked by Megan’s tight grip. He pumped his hips in desperation but the pressure just builds on itself. He was going insane with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. “Oh god… Please…” he begged her. Megan just gave him an evil grin. She felt his will crumble. “Let me cum. I’ll do it… Oh… Let me…” He yelled. Megan halted her assault on his cock head but retained her vicious grip at the base of his shaft. “Sign it and I will let you cum.” Steve hastily grabbed the pen and tried to steady his shaking hand as he scribbled his name on the sheets. Megan smiled in victory while she spread more of his fluids on his cock. “A few more pages to go.” She said while keeping an eye on the trembling man. After the final piece of paper has been signed, he dropped the pen, looked at his captor and pleaded for his release. She started with slow and twisting strokes bringing him to the edge again. She was tempted to just leave him hanging. However, she knew that she would need him again. And after this experience, she was certain that he belonged to her. “Are you ready?” She teased as he dumbly nodded. While still gripping his cock, she pulled him closer to the edge of bed. He was barely sitting on it as she slowly released her hold on its base. “Cum for me now, my pet. Cum for your mistress.” She pointed his cock between her two globes as she pumped his meat. The man screamed as the enormous amount of semen that had been building inside him erupted. It ripped through his urethra in thick streams. He felt like gallons passed through his penis in a matter of seconds. “Oh yes… Give it to me. More… more… Give me everything. Oh… yes… yes…” She urged him. She looked up and continued squeezing as he was still pumping more semen out. Tears were now forming on his closed eyelids as his hips jerked a few more times spilling more of his seed before his cock finally started to soften. He fell back on the bed panting. She squeezed out the last drops as he collapsed in exhaustion. She smiled at her accomplishment and stood up. She grabbed the signed papers with her clean hand and kept it inside the dresser drawer. She looked at herself in the mirror, scooped up the man juice running down her tummy and walked towards the door. Part 4 – Jack cums again Jack awoke from his daze realizing that Megan was almost at the door. He quickly but stealthily stood and jumped into the nearest room he found. It was too late when he realized that he went into the bathroom. Megan pushed open the bathroom door and flipped the light switch on. Jack cowered against the bath tub hoping Megan won’t notice him. She turned on the faucet, grabbed a towel by the sink and drenched it in warm water. “Hello Jack.” She said in a calm and sultry voice. Jack was dumb-founded as he watched the naked Megan wiped the old man’s semen off her breast. She looked at him at the corner of her eyes and smiled. “So did you enjoy watching me take care of Mr. Hunter?” “Slut! What the hell are you doing for Christ’s sake? Don’t you even have a hint of morality left in you?” Jack retorted against Megan’s challenge. “Spare me the lecture, choir boy. I didn’t hear you preaching the words of God when you ejaculated inside me earlier.” She replied dismissively as she wiped her body with the wet towel. “Admit it, Jack. I bet you were hard as a rock while watching me squeeze that old man’s cock. Was it as erotic as the time you watched your father fuck his secretary and future step-mother behind your mother’s back?” She glanced over at Jack observing his reaction to her words. “Don’t look so surprised. Peter told me all about your voyeuristic days. While your mother was busy running the bakery, you boys were jacking off while watching your dad cheating with his secretary in the basement of your own house after school. How long have you known about the affair? It was almost a year and you never mentioned it to your mother. She had to find out herself and, as a result, died of a heart attack. Oh! Your pitiful mother.” She said as she slipped into a slinky red dress. “Two months after your mother died, he married that pussy. Your new step-mother didn’t even pretend to care for you boys. She just spent all your parent’s savings on herself. Your dad knew that she was just using him and didn’t really love him. But he cannot do anything. Because as soon as she shook that tight ass at his face, he gave her whatever she wants. All the stores and shops were liquidated just to keep your step-mom happy. Fortunately for you, your parent setup a trust and all your college dues were already paid for.” She continued as she put on her mascara and bright red lipstick. “Unfortunately, the memories of your dad being pussy-whipped had scarred you for life.” She said as she almost done primping. Jack felt the painful memories. “You want to be used yourself.” Jack looked at her questionably. “Oh, come on Jack. Your brother is the same way. Did you know that he was not really out of town? I asked him to live in the basement until he can find some cash. That is why he asked you to come. Isn’t it?” After she applied the final touches of her lipstick, she turned and walked towards Jack. Jack was awestruck at the beauty of the temptress in front of him. “What if I tell you that he was watching every second when I was seducing you in the den?” She bent down the laundry bin, picked up one of her used panties and continued to approach the man sitting on the frame of the bath tub. “I knew of your brother’s weakness when my friend told me about him. Your brother went to my psychiatrist friend of mine to resolve his issues. Little did he know that he will be led to his own demise? He was an easy prey.” She placed her hand on his cheek to force it open and stuff the panty in his mouth. “I know the power I have over men. But when you arrived, I am not sure if I can break you. Peter helped me dressed earlier so that I will look irresistible when you see me. When I saw you ogling my body, I knew that you are mine.” She backed away and asked him to stand up. She rubbed a generous amount of lotion in her hand and slipped it into his pjs. “Just in case, you attempt to resist me. This is something to remember me by.” She grabbed his penis and started jacking him off inside his pants. Jack cooed in pleasure. He held one hand on the wall and the other on the glass door of the bath tub. “Peter treats me like a goddess as I should be. I own him. His only concern in life is my pleasure. And so will you.” She grabbed his penis tightly and pumped vigorously. He writhed and thrashed as he felt that his cum being expertly drawn out of him. “Bring my panty home with you. Breathe in its scent everyday. Jack off to it if you want. Just remember. Nobody can bring you to this level of ecstasy as I do.” With that said, Jack screamed as his semen spurted into his pants. He heaved his hips as his cock pulsed and spewed out more cum than he ever imagined he can produce. And yet, the unrelenting hand of the seductress continued to squeeze and milk his meat until nothing was left. He collapsed on the floor and looked at his conqueror. She washed her hands and dried it off with a towel. She checked herself out in the mirror and she snickered at her reflection after doing a final inspection of her makeup. She closed the door and left without saying a word. Epilogue A month had passed. Jack sat on his bed, bent down and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek – a daily routine he does when he worked late. His wife purred, turned around and looked up at her husband. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him in. Their lips touched and her arms wrapped around him. They were locked in tender embrace for about a minute. “Mmm… Let me have a shower first honey and we will definitely continue this.” Jack reluctantly disentangled and gave Sara a final peck on the lips before standing up. As he was about to enter the bathroom, Sara said “Oh, Jack. There is an envelope for you on the counter. Did you see it?” Wanting to get all his business done before going to bed, he looked back at his wife and smiled. He proceeded back to the hall and saw the envelope. He found a greeting card. As he realized who it was from, the hair in his arms stood up. He swallowed hard and read the content Hello lover, Thanks for the cash and as promised I sent something to remember me by. M. Jack looked inside the envelope and found a ladies handkerchief. There was a red lipstick stain on it. He brought it up to his nose and inhaled his mistress’ essence. He got hard in an instant and started to rub himself while savoring the womanly scent. The End