0 comments/ 144795 views/ 4 favorites Jill By: forfun44 My name is Steve and I am writing this story to tell other people that if you don't have any hang-ups or jealousy, inviting another person or persons into your sex life can be a very erotic experience. My wife & I had a three way experience with another man a few months ago and ever since we had planned for another get away to the city and hopefully have another sexual encounter like our first one. I am 44yrs old and Jill is 48, blond hair, 5'7", 150lbs, with 36c tits that are as firm as any 25yr old & all covered in a beautiful golden tan. After we arrived in the city and into our hotel room, Jill told me that she had some shopping to do and would be back in about two hours. While Jill was away shopping I decided to get some rest & eventually dozed off. I woke up when I heard Jill talking to someone in the hallway outside our room, when Jill came in she told me she was talking to a couple of guys that were here for a baseball tournament & they wanted to know what the happening places were in town, she told them that we were going to the stampede club and they were welcome to come with us if they wished, they said they would let us know before we went out. After Jill had her bath she told me she was going to show me what she got while she was out shopping. She went into the bathroom and came out about 10 minutes later, what a site for sore eyes, she had on a short sun dress with a low cut front that showed of her cleavage and a pair of black stockings with built in garter and thong panties. I started to feel my cock stirring & she said save it big boy you'll need all your sexual energy before the night is over, then she gave me a little laugh and a horny little wink. We decided to have a couple of drinks & smoked a joint to get a bit of a buss on before we hit the town. I went in the washroom to have a shower and get dressed before going out. While I was in the shower the guys that Jill was talking to came over to see if the invite was still on for the stampede club. When I came out of the shower I could hear Jill talking to someone & heard one of the guys ask if that smell in the room was what he thought it was. I came out just as Jill was telling them that we just had a couple of drinks and a joint. Jerry the oldest of the guys asked if Jill and I would like to smoke another one before we go out. Jill said as long as we opened the sliding doors to the balcony to air out the room so it wouldn't drift out into the hallway. After Jill introduced the guys to me, we smoked the joint had another drink and then headed out to grab a cab and head for the Stampede club. On the way to the club Jill asked if the guys were married, Jerry then spoke up and said only when we're home and laughed. When we got to the club it was getting crowded and we found a table at the back of the club next to the dance floor. Blair the youngest and best looking of the three ordered a round of shooters & I ordered a round of drinks, after downing these we were starting to get a good buss on. Lenny the quiet one of the three asked if anyone wanted to go outside for a joint everyone was game but I decided to stay at the table and save our chairs so Jill, Jerry, Blair & Lenny went outside, while they were walking out I noticed Jerry put his arm around Jill & whisper something to her and then let his hand slip of her shoulder and down across her ass. About 15 minutes later everyone came back in and I ordered another round, as we sat around talking and just getting to know each other, the band started to play and I asked Jill up to dance, while we were up dancing I asked Jill what Jerry whispered to her and she told me that he said that I was a lucky guy to have a woman as sexy looking as her and if he was me he would have me back in the room screwing my ass off. I asked Jill if she was insulted by his remark and she told me that he said it in a joking way & that she took it as a compliment. After a couple of dances we went back to our table and Lenny ordered a round of tequila shooters and Jerry ordered a round of beers, when the drinks came Blair asked Jill up to dance, as they headed to the dance floor Jerry the joker of the three told Blair to keep his hands to himself and Jill shot back and said to Jerry that she will decide if he will keep his hands to himself and gave a little sly smile and winked at me. We then all started giving catcalls and laughed. As I talked to the other two they said that I was some lucky son of a bitch to have a woman as easy to get along with as Jill is, Jerry said that if someone said that to his wife she would probably slap their face, I told Jerry and Lenny that I was married before and had a real stuck up bitch for a wife and that she would have done the same thing. While Jill and Blair were up dancing, Jerry asked another women up to dance and the four of them danced side by side while doing the bump and grind with each other and acting the fool on the dance floor, I could see that Jill was having a good time with Blair & Jerry on the dance floor. When the song came to an end the woman that Jerry was dancing with went back to her seat and Jill, Jerry & Blair stayed on the dance floor and had another dance with just the three of them, While they were frolicking around on the floor, Lenny asked me if I wanted to go outside and smoke a joint, so I waved to Jill on the dance floor and motioned to her that I was going outside with Lenny she nodded her head and out we went. When we come back in there was a slow dance playing and Blair was sitting at the table and Jerry & Jill were on the dance floor. When I looked for Jill& Jerry on the dance floor I couldn't see them right off so I took a walk to the washroom and there they were dancing back in the corner of the floor away from everyone, Jerry had Jill pulled real close and was feeling her ass as was Jill his & necking up a storm, well I tell you the site of them was making my dick start to stir. I quickly went to the washroom and went back to our table, Jill & Jerry were back at the table and were all laughing at a joke that Jerry just told. I sat down and asked Jill if she was enjoying herself, she said that she was getting awful horny with all the booze and dope that was smoked, I asked her if maybe we should head back to our room for a drink. Jill said that we should invite the guys back for a nightcap. I asked the guys if they would like to carry the party on back at the room, they said sure but they wanted us to go back to their room. I called a cab, when the cab arrived Jill sat in the back seat with Jerry and Lenny while I sat in the front with Blair and the cabbie. It got awful quiet in the back seat, so I turned to take a look at what was going on and to my surprise Jill was sitting in the middle and Jerry had his hand between her legs and was playing with her cunt, Jill was obviously enjoying it because she had her head back and looked to be breathing quite hard. While Jerry was feeling up Jill, Lenny was passed out and didn't have a clue what was going on. When we arrived back at the hotel I went to our room while Jill went with the guys back to their room, I told Jill I'll just be a few minutes and to enjoy herself, she gave me a kiss and said that she thought that the guys would see that she was looked after. At that last remark I new that Jill was in for a wild night & that she was game for any thing. I decided that I would take some beer and a bottle of wine for Jill so it would at least look like I went back to our room for a reason. When I went to join them in their room I noticed the door open a crack and then I heard what seemed like a lot more than three guys in the room. I opened the door and walked in and was introduced to Arnold & Greg a couple of fellow baseball players that happened to see us get back from the club and decided to pay a visit & have a drink. I looked around the room but didn't see Jill anywhere so I asked if Jill stepped out and Blair said she was in the washroom so I sat down and talked to Arnold, he was a 41 yr old black man and very friendly to talk to. About 15 minutes have passed and I was into a conversation with Arnold about hockey when Jill came out of the washroom and sat next to me, she stuffed something into my pants pocket and told me it was a little present, I pulled out what she put in my pocket and found that it was her panties and very wet panties, she then got up and went over to talk to Greg, that's when I noticed Jerry coming out of the washroom, then it dawned on me what Jill was doing in the washroom for so long. After awhile Lenny spoke up and suggested we do something to brake the boredom so he brought out a deck of cards and then Jill spoke up and took me by surprise when she suggested that we play strip poker, everyone went quiet and looked my way to see my reaction, I shrugged my shoulders and said why not. Before the game started Jill came over and whispered in my ear that she wanted her panties back, she then stepped into the bathroom and slipped her panties back on. When she came out of the bathroom she winked at me and said she needed all the extra help she can get. The first hand Greg was the winner and the rest of us took our socks off except for Jill, we decided that where Jill wasn't wearing socks we would let this one slide. The next hand Greg won again, we all took off our shirts and Jill turned away from everyone then reached up under her dress and slipped her panties off, everyone went silent and watched Jill as she threw her panties on the bed, Jill spoke up and said what's the matter hasn't anyone ever seen a woman take off her panties before. The next hand Jill won and everyone except for Greg took off their pants, Greg being the winner of the first two hands only had to remove his socks. I looked around at everyone and noticed that every man there had a ragging hard on and Arnold was without a doubt the largest of all, by the bulge in his shorts he must be at least 10". Jill had a hard time concentrating on her dealing and looking at all the hard cocks ragging in every ones shorts, when she looked at Arnold's crotch I could tell it was having an effect on her on the way she was squirming around and the flush look on her face. The next hand Lenny won and every one except for Greg took off their underwear & Jill reached up under dress and slipped out of her hose, all the guys were horny as hell and were making remarks how they wish their wives were so open, at this remark Jill told them if there was any little bit of jealousy it wouldn't work & that means from both husband and wife. All that was left was Jill, Greg & Lenny with Jill & Lenny both down to their last piece of clothing, Jill got three of a kind and Greg got two pair, just when Jill thought she won, Lenny laid down a full house. Up to this point nobody seen Jill unclothed as she took everything else off except her dress. Jill then stood up in front of everyone and seductively slipped her dress off her shoulders and let slip to the floor. At this point Jill picked up her cloths and went to the washroom. We all thought myself included that everything was coming to an end, when Jill reappeared in just her garter hose and asked if anyone wanted to play another game. Lenny spoke up and said that he should be the one to suggest what game to play seeing where he was the winner. Lenny suggested that we play five card stud, winner gets Jill first. We all looked at Jill to see her reaction, she nodded her head and said "gets me for what", Jerry spoke up and said to Jill, gets to fuck you that's what. Jill dealt the cards and Arnold won the first hand. Jill took Arnold by the hand to the other bed, Arnold laid back on the bed and Jill straddled him and hung her 36c tits in his face and Arnold sucked and nibbled on them until he had Jill moaning, Arnold then moved up her body until his leaking cock made contact with her tits, he started rubbing his gigantic fuck pole all over her tits. At this point Jill was totally out of control and Arnold spit between her tits to get them well lubed and then started slowly fucking her beautiful tits at first nice and slow and then picking up the pace while Jill opened her mouth to take the giant black dick into her mouth. The scene before us was incredible & it wasn't long before Arnold spread Jill's legs and slowly started sliding his big black hose up and down her sopping wet slit. Jill was screaming at Arnold to drive his big black cock into her fuck hole. Arnold slowly pushed a couple inches into her wet cunt and then pulled it back out then pushed a little more into her until his big black balls were resting on her ass, at this point Jill told him to ride her hard and fast and don't pullout until you shoot your delicious wad up my cunt. While Jill and Arnold were fucking, we all started to stroke our cocks and Lenny moved over to Jill's face and fed his cock into her mouth. By now Jill was out of her mind with lust & Lenny was fucking her mouth like it was a cunt and Jill was loving every minute of it & every inch. Lenny started pumping his cock faster and harder into Jill's mouth until he shot his load deep into her throat, Jill was trying to swallow all of it but there was just to much and some of his spunk dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. Jill pulled her mouth away from Lenny's dick and by the way she was bucking her hips up to meet Arnolds and screaming "fuck my horny cunt", I new she was on the brink of a ball busting orgasm. Arnold pumped her fuck hole about four or five times and let out a loud grunt and we all knew he was pumping his sperm deep in Jill's womb. After Arnold withdrew his massive black fuck pole from Jill's gapping hole Greg took his place and Jerry slid his cock into her mouth. Jill was in a fuck frenzy humping her pussy up to meet Greg stroke for stroke, this went on for about ten minutes and Greg was spewing his nuts in her now sloppy sperm filled cunt. Greg pulled out and Jerry pumped his cock a couple of hard strokes down her throat and then pulled out jerked off all over her face and tits. I then moved up to her mouth and fed my dick slowly down her throat until my balls were against her cheek. Meanwhile Blair told Jill to get on her hands and knees, she turned around all the while keeping my cock in her mouth. Blair moved up behind her and reached between her legs and got some spunk from her cunt to lube his shaft and her asshole. Blair slowly put his cock in her ass, as he was getting her asshole ready for a reaming I could tell by the way Jill jumped on my cock that it was hurting her and I said to Blair maybe you shouldn't fuck her ass where I was the only one that has ever fucked her that way, then Jill popped my cock out of her mouth and told Blair not to stop. Blair started stroking his fuck meat slowly in and out gradually picking up the pace until he was slamming his dick in and out of her stretched asshole. At this point I couldn't hold off any longer and spewed my nuts down her throat. Everyone was quite and all you could hear was Jill screaming at Blair to fuck her ass harder and the slapping of Blair's groin against her ass. Arnold moved up to Jill's mouth & started to inch his monster dick into her mouth just as Blair and Jill started cumming, the bed was rocking and squeaking so loud that I thought the bed would break. At this point the booze and the dope was really taking effect on me so I asked Jill if she was ready to go back to our room, she looked at me out of the corner of her eye with Arnold's dick in her mouth, I new she wasn't ready so I went back to our room and Greg left for his while Lenny & Jerry we're passed out on the other bed sexually drained. I figured Jill would be back as soon as Arnold emptied his nuts down her throat. When I got back to our room it was around 3am. I woke up when Jill came into the room, it was 6:30am, she told me she had a surprise for me, I looked up at her she was naked except for her garter hose, she was covered in cum, in her hair, on her face and her hose were all ripped and cum soaked, cum was still running down her thighs. She laid down on top of the bed beside me and spread her legs. She had love bites all over her tits, her thighs, her belly & her cunt was saturated with fuck juice. She looked me in the eye and told me that she wanted me to lick the cum out of her pussy, I looked at her & said I didn't know if I would like that or not, she said to me that don't knock it until you try it. I got down between her legs and took a good close up look at her cum soaked cunt, it was oozing cum in a steady stream, I said to myself here goes nothing and I dived right into her sloppy fuck hole face first. I thought it would taste all funky but was surprised, it didn't taste bad just a little salty and musky. I licked the length of her gapping slit and sucked her clit until she had another wild orgasm, I then moved up her body and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and drove my now ragging hard on up her ass, my cock slid in easy & I knew more than Blair fucked her ass just by the ease that my dick slid into her. I pumped her ass for a good 20min, when Jill started to cum I had a hard time holding on to her, I never seen Jill so horny & her orgasms so intense, that I couldn't hold out any longer and my cock started spitting out load after load of spunk deep into her saturated bowels. When we finally caught our breath she pulled out a joint and we smoked it. Jill asked me if I thought she was slut fucking and sucking all those guys, I said that it was as much of a turn on for me as it was for her. She then told me that after I had left she doubled fuck by Jerry and Lenny, she said that it was a real turn on to feel two guys one up her cunt and one up her ass. I asked her what she thought of the experience and she told me that it was the wildest experience she ever had but that it isn't something that she wanted to do all the time, only once in awhile if the opportunity comes along. Jill said she lost count how many times she cum and how many guys she serviced, she told me her whole body was sore and that she needed to soak in a bath for about 2 hrs. After Jill had her bath we got dressed and went out for breakfast before returning home. While we were eating Jill told me that when she went outside with the guys to smoke a joint they spiked the joint with ecstasy and that was why she was so god damn horny & I told her she was always horny & she didn't need that stuff to help her along, she smiled and said that she couldn't argue about that. Next trip we are planning to invite Sharon a friend of Jill's along with us. What will happen, who knows, but one thing I will say is that Jill and Sharon has had a three way one time before with a friend of Sharon's & they were also intimate with each other during this. Jill I have worked for four years at my job, and without revealing too much, let's just say the dress code is casual. Almost every employee wears jeans and tees to work with uniform shirts/coats to wear over them. Jill came to work at our business every summer since she was the ripe young age of 16. When I first met her, she was a cute young 18 year old girl with long curly blonde hair and an infectious smile. She wasn't a drop dead gorgeous girl, but compared to the other older women that I worked with, she was the best piece of eye candy in the office. Every summer, she would come to work for us while she was on her college break, and every year, you could see her getting cuter and cuter. Last summer, Jill graduated college and came to work for us full time. Now by this time in her life, she was no longer just another cute face, she was a 22 year old woman. However, she still had the 18 year old innocence that she had always had. We would always joke with her and sometimes the discussions got a little dirty, but never graphic. She would just shake her head and start to blush. I had graciously volunteered to take her under my wing and help her get more accustomed to the new responsibilities she would have as a full time employee. The more I worked with her, the more infatuated I became with her. Until one day, she sent me over the edge. At the end of each day, we take off our uniform tops, which are usually just over our tee shirts, and leave them for the wash. I happened to be walking out to the break room to take my top off and stumbled across Jill in the middle of taking hers off. I didn't get a very good look at the whole package, but believe me, what I saw sent a charge into my jeans. As she was taking off her top, her tee lifted up just barely enough for me to get a glimpse at the sexiest, cutest little navel I had ever seen. Her belly was so flat and that navel was just begging me to touch it. I just stood there with my mouth open, watching as she lifted her top off. She then noticed I was there, so she held her tee down while she took the rest of her top off. When the top was off, I could see her tee shirt straining over the most beautiful 34C cups (by my estimation) I had ever seen. She looked at me with her top in her hand and said in her bubbly voice, "What are you looking at" as if she had a spot on her clothes somewhere. I just gathered my tongue back into my mouth, muttered something incoherent at her, and went home. The next day, we worked together again, and I couldn't help but think of those perfectly round tits of Jill's. She must have noticed me staring at her all day because in retrospect, I wasn't really hiding my stares very well. When lunch time came, we both went into the break room again to take our uniform tops off as we do for lunch time. I think she was on to me by now, because she took an awfully long time taking her top off. Staring at her tits bounce in her tee shirt as she walked to the fridge, I felt my cock start to stir. I was starting to get hard staring at Jill as she strutted about the break room. There were too many people around the office that day, and my courage is not the best, but I had to take care of this growing hard on. I decided that I would have to go out to my car and jerk off with thoughts of Jill racing through my mind. As I walked through the office, I tried to hide the fact that my jeans were now bulging and ready to burst at the seams. My car was parked at the far end of the lot, and it's a good thing too. I sit down in my car, shut the door, and put on the radio. My jeans are unbuttoned and my cock springs from my boxers. Precum already making my head nice and slippery, I slowly start to stroke it. I close my eyes, replaying the images of Jill that I have over and over in my head. My hand gets wetter and wetter as precum now flows from my tip. I lean my head back into the seat as I slowly open my eyes. At the far end of the parking lot, I see Jill come out of the building and head for her car. Her tits bouncing more and more in her tee I start to stroke faster and faster. Suddenly, she notices me in my car. "Shit" I think to myself. Gotta act fast. What to do? Let her see and possibly lose my job, or try to cover up and come up with some excuse? In a moment of weakness, I quickly zip up my jeans, cock still raging in my boxers. She approaches my car and motions for me to roll down the window. I roll down my window and she leans her head in to talk to me, giving me the view I've wanted all day long. Her tits hanging in the pink bra that I can clearly see, I feel my cock start swelling up with cum. I notice her glance down into my lap as she says, "What are you doing out here Dave?" "Oh, you don't wanna know Jill". She looks down at the gaping front of her shirt as she realizes the great show she's giving me, but makes no attempt to stop the show. "I'll bet I've got a good idea what you're doing" Her eyes fixate on my bulge. "Oh yeah? then tell me if you're so smart" "why don't you just finish Dave?" "Is that a dare, Jill?" I look at her as I start to unbutton my jeans again. Looking around to see if anyone is gonna see this little show. She stands up as I notice that I can now see her nips start to poke through her bra and tee shirt. I can't beleive what's happening as I start to stroke my slippery cock again. The innocent, shy, little girl that I thought I knew just two days ago is now encouraging me to jerk off for her in the office parking lot. She leans back into the car to get a close view of my jerk off session, and I notice that her tits are now free of her bra. With my free hand, I start to fondle her young pointy nips and tits. I start panting and moaning as I feel my cock fill with hot sticky cum. I lift up my shirt so I don't get my work clothes dirty and proceed to spew my slippery cum all over my belly. She oohs and aahs like a schoolgirl at a fireworks display as each spurt jumps out of my cock and onto my belly. Her hand reaches into my car and she takes her finger, scoops up a fingerful of cum, and slowly licks it off her finger. She turns and starts walking back to the office, adjusting her bra as she walks back. I sit there in my car for the rest of my lunch hour wondering if it was all a dream. Feeling the cum ooze down my belly, I'm reminded that it was very real. Stay tuned for more stories about me, and maybe more about Jill. Jill Jill is the daughter of a friend. There is an age difference between us. She's 38 and single. I'm 55 and divorced. This past spring I got stuck with an extra theater ticket for the musical Camelot. I gave Jill a call and asked if she would like to join me. She agreed to meet me for dinner and the show. Let me describe Jill. She about 5' 7", about 140 lbs, 38B, shapely, dark brown shoulder length hair, nice legs, beautiful brown eyes. She is a very attractive package with a smile that lights up a room. She works as a graphic designer. We agreed to meet in front of the theater on Saturday evening and then go for dinner. Saturday night came and I waited in front of the theater. Jill finally arrived in a cab; carrying a briefcase. I couldn't figure out why she had that. Jill looked fantastic with a nice skirt. We walked to a nearby pub and had dinner and a few drinks. Before we went to the pub Jill asked if I could put the bag in my car. I asked what was in it. She said it was some projects she wanted to show me. Dinner was uneventful. Just some small talk. I told her about some consulting projects I've been doing. She told me about her work. We finished dinner and walked to the theater. The show was fantastic. We both enjoyed it. I suggested that we head back to my condo for some coffee. Jill had not seen it since I fixed it up. I said I would drive her back home to her apartment. Arriving at my condo I showed Jill around. She had not seen it in a while. We sat together on my sofa. I got some cold beers and put on some smooth jazz on my new sound system. I put my arm around Jill and we started making out. She got up and told me she would be back. I assumed it was just a trip to the bathroom. She seemed to take forever to return but when she did was I shocked. She was wearing just one of my long sleeved Brooks Brothers dress shirts, her panties and as I later discovered had also taken off her bra. I've never seen my shirt look so good! Things started to heat up. I unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and started to suck on Jill's ample breasts. I was like a starving man with food. Jill pushed me away. She said she was nervous because it has been a while since she had sex. I suggested using my bed instead of the sofa I lead her back to my bedroom and I quickly took off my clothes down to my briefs. Jill sat on the bed. I helped her to take off the dress shirt. I removed her panties without objection. I just slid them down her shapely legs. The foreplay was great. I wanted Jill well lubricated before I entered her since she said it's been a while since she had sex. I did not want to hurt her. I asked if she was on birth control and she said no. So I got out Rough Rider condoms and KY Jelly just to be sure she was well lubricated. I put some KY in her pussy. Jill had an orgasm two or three times during foreplay. I felt she was ready for me. I told her I would stop right now if she wanted me to. She told me she needed me inside her now. I got on top of her; nothing weird. Just the missionary position. I put on a condom. I gently spread her legs apart a bit more because I couldn't enter her the way she was positioned. I asked her one more time if I should stop. She didn't reply but she began to guide me in. She was very tight when I entered her; almost like a virgin. I'm glad she was well lubricated. I kept moving in a bit at a time until I was fully inside. I began to trust. She came a few more times before I finally came. We spent the rest of the night cuddled with each other. Sunday morning I awoke to find Jill naked on top of me playing with my dick. We spent the rest of Sunday morning having other round of sex. Jill was still tight but not as tight as last night. I got up and made us some breakfast. Jill looked 100% stunning in my shirt. She admitted to me that she was a bit sore but a good kind of sore. After we ate she asked me to get her briefcase and finally told me what was inside. A change of clothes and some toiletries. She figured that she would be spending the night. We started dating on a regular basis. Our usual ritual was Jill would come over after work on Friday and stay with me for the rest of the weekend; leaving to go back to her place after dinner on Sunday. We would have dinner at my place on Friday. Saturday Jill would finish some work and then in the evening we would go out; maybe to a movie, maybe to dinner or we would just stay home and relax. Each night during our time together was filled with wonderful sex. Each week Fridays couldn't come fast enough. After about three months of dating, Jill was my "steady". I convinced her to give up her lease and move in with me. I helped her financially to buy out her lease. Initially her parents were not too happy with the difference in our ages but they finally came around. I surprised her with plane tickets for a trip to London for 10 days. Once we get to London there is another surprise waiting for her. With the help of her sister I got her ring size. I bought her an engagement ring. Jill AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was my first real attempt at erotic fiction, and was written in 1999. It is rough on form, but the story has been well received on other sites. I enjoy feedback on all of my work, so feel free to give me your opinion on this piece. ------------------------------------------------- Notice: This story is a work of fiction, told in the first person. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story has been copyrighted in the year 1999 by the author known as "The Collector." The author has agreed to place this story onto specific sites on the Internet for the purposes of enjoyment by adult readers who wish to view this kind of material online. Any questions about this story, including questions about the possibility of publishing this story on other websites and/or by using other media, should be directed to the email address given above for "The Collector". ------------------------------------------------- It was summer. The day was somewhat cool, which was surprising due to the recent hot weather. I had been going to the swimming pool in the town park every day for the past week, but on that day I decided to go shoot some hoops on the court behind the high school. The car was in the shop, so I grabbed the keys to my dad's truck and headed off in the direction of the high school. I was dismayed at the sight when I got there, as the court was full with two teams going at it in five on five action, with more people sitting in the grass waiting to get in on the next game. I guess I shouldn't have expected anything less on a cooler day like that one. I decided that I really did want to play basketball, so I stuck around. I got in on the second game and scored two of our team's points on the road to winning the game eleven to eight. I'm not really a great basketball player, but I did what I needed to do in that game. Surprisingly, about half of the guys who were there left after the game, leaving just enough for three on three. After picking up teams, we began to play. As we did, four girls stopped by to watch us. The game ended rather quickly, and all five of the other guys left, taking three of the girls with them. The only people left were me and Jill, who just happened to be my dream girl. Jill has blonde hair that surrounds her beautiful face and cascades down onto her shoulders. On that particular day she was wearing a white T-shirt and jean shorts overtop of a bikini, because she had just finished swimming before walking over to the high school. While her breasts aren't large, they were big enough and very well rounded. Her suntanned legs looked better than ever in the glow of the sun that was decending in the western sky. "Hey, you want to play some one on one?" At first I was startled by the question, and my dirty mind instantly thought of other ways I could go one on one with Jill. I simply nodded as she grabbed the ball and began the game. I told you before that I'm not great at basketball, but I am decent. Jill could have played for the girls team, because she was pretty good. She was defeating me by the score of six to two when I tried to steal the ball from her. I slapped it away, and it went bouncing towards the grass surrounding the court. We both ran after it, but she grabbed me around the waist and held me back, then ran ahead of me. Before she could reach the ball, I tried to pull the same trick by grabbing her around the waist, except that our combined momentum caused me to tackle her more than hold her back by the waist. We both landed in an awkward pile on the grass a few feet from where the ball was. Jill was face down and closer to the ball than I was. My face was in the grass, and when I looked up, I was staring straight at her jean short covered ass. Jill started crawling after the ball, and I continued the game, grabbing her ankle and pulling her in my direction. After a few seconds, I managed to drag her back so that she was even with me, staring me in the eyes as we both lay on the grass. We both laughed at the same time, and then she gave me one of the best surprises of my life when she suddenly pushed her lips to mine. We kissed for at least ten seconds, and I began to feel something stirring in my shorts. Deciding that she was going to get up off of the ground, Jill moved her legs and then put her hand down on my leg for support. She stumbled as she got to her feet, and her hand brushed over the tent pitch in my shorts that was becoming obvious. I wasn't sure she had noticed at first. "Looks like somebody's getting a little bit excited!" Jill cooed. I looked up at her, then followed her gaze to where my tent pitch was now blatently obvious to anyone who was standing anywhere near me. Fortunatly, Jill was the only person there other than myself. I blushed slightly and said "To be honest, I can't help it. You're just too damn sexy, Jill." I always did think it was best to just come out and say what you mean. Jill pulled off her white T-shirt, showing me her bikini covered breasts. Then she walked over and said "We're going to have to do something about this" as she grabbed my hardon through my shorts. It was all I could do to keep from coming right then and there. Here was the hottest chick in school and my dream girl grabbing my prick and telling me she was about to do something with it. I did the only thing I could. I leaned forward when she lowered her head and kissed her full on the lips for the second time. She began to help me pull off my shirt, and then we kissed again. She started to tug on my shorts, but I stopped her. "You get to see my chest. It's my turn to see yours." She hesitated only to look around for other people, but with the sun rapidly setting in the western sky, there was no one else around. She quickly untied the back of her bikini top and then let it fall to her side. I took in the view of her perfectly shaped tits, which had no tan lines whatsoever. "No tan lines?" I said in the form of a question. "Yeah." she said. "I just came back from vacation with my family in France. When my mom wasn't around, I took my top off." "Nice" I mumbled and moved forward to feel just how nice they were. As I was massaging her tits, Jill again tugged on my shorts, pulling both shorts and underwear down to my ankles in one fell swoop. My erection sprang up to meet her, almost hitting her in the face. She grabbed it, but I stopped her. "Not yet." I said. "I want to see your sexy body first." Jill stood up and pulled off the jean shorts quickly, then untied her bikini bottoms and let them fall to the ground. It was better than I had ever imagined in any of my dreams. Her flat stomach moved down to where a trimmed triangle of bushy blonde pubic hair began. So she was a true blonde! Jill got back down beside me where I lay and once again took hold of my prick. Her hands felt so soft as she began to gently caress it and jack me off. While that felt good, I wanted to touch her body badly. I moved so that I could see her pussy, and the combination of seeing such a beautiful pussy along with Jill's soft hands gently milking my penis sent a shiver up my spine that told me I was going to come in about ten seconds if I didn't do something quick. I stopped Jill from jacking me off and spun her around. "I want you so bad, Jill." I said. "Then take me." she replied. "Are you a virgin?" I asked her. "Well, yeah. But I want you to fuck me. I really do." She wasn't going to get any arguement from me. I pushed her legs up and then used one hand to aim my penis, which was harder than it had ever been, at her opening. "Are you ready?" I asked, and she nodded in response. The feeling of sinking my cock into my dream girl was something I will never forget. That first entry into her hot, wet pussy was undescribable. She was tight, and pretty soon I encountered her cherry. I didn't want to hurt her, so I hesitated. I moved my penis back out of her a bit, and she moaned loudly as her pussy clamped down on my penis very hard. That did it. I was going to fuck Jill, and if she had some pain, it would only be momentary. I thrusted in as hard as I could, and felt a breakage and then my penis moved into her completely. I remained there for a second and held her as I asked "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just keep going." she said. She didn't need to tell me twice. I pulled her up so that her calves were on my shoulders, then grabbed her hips with my hands and began to thrust, gently at first. When I heard her begin to moan, I began to thrust harder in response. Eventually, as I got more and more excited, I actually put my hands underneath of her back and lifted her completely off of the ground. I pumped into her pussy as hard as I possibly could, and was soon rewarded. Jill began to scream my name as her orgasm hit, causing her pussy to clench around my penis like a vise. That did it for me. I began squirting my cum up inside of her pussy, thrusting like mad and screaming "OH JILL" for all I was worth. I pumped what seemed like five gallongs of cum into her. Her juices mixed with my cum and began to flow out of her pussy around my still hard cock. I stopped thrusting, but by this time Jill had begun rythmic motions of her own. She turned us over and got on top of me, then reinserted my dick into her pussy. Again the feeling of penetration was undescribable. Jill began to at first rock back and forth on my dick, then as she got more excited, she began to thrust herself up and down upon it. After a minute or so, I got back in on the action and began to meet each of her downthrusts with an upthrust of my own. Within a minute or two, Jill began to orgasm again, yelling out "Ooooo my god that feels so good...yes...yes...yes...YES...YES...YEEEEEESSSSS" as she ground herself into me. Once again, her orgasm triggered my own as I exploded into her pussy for the second time. There wasn't as much come this time, but by now her pussy was soaked in a mixture of her own juices and my cum. We lay there together for a few minutes with my cock still in her, the sweat clinging to our bodies as our breathing slowly became less labored. Suddenly a thought dawned on me. I had just fucked Jill, and I was still inside of her. The thought caused me to instantly get hard again. Jill, feeling my arousal, said "That was awesome, but it feels like you're ready to go again." I replied "I'm game if you are." Without responding verbally, Jill simply repositioned herself astride my body and we began to fuck again. After that next fuck, we put our clothes back on, and I gave Jill a ride home. We kissed before I dropped her off, and I said that I would see her in school. "You're going to see me more than that." she replied. I started to say something as her mother came out of the house, then stopped myself short. Jill simply winked at me, smiled that sexy smile, and waved. I drove off, knowing that I might again get a piece of the finest ass I had ever seen. I later did just that many times over. Jill The first chapter of this story was posted under an alternate nickname. (For some reason, that nick has stopped working.) The story received a lot of positive response, so I thought it deserved a second chapter. Thank you all. Please remember that voting and feedback help a writer improve. Both only take seconds to do. It will help the site improve. This story could fit into several categories -- lesbian, fetish, group sex, etc. I chose the one that fit the first chapter the best. Since Lit rejected the second chapter (due to the name change), I've reposted the first chapter as Part 1 of this one. Part 1 - Dan I usually wake up very early -- sometimes as early as 3AM. I am the kind of person who, once awake, has to get out of bed. Then, several hours later, I find my eyelids drooping and end up taking a nap. Fortunately, I am self-employed and work from home, so this is not a conflict. The morning I am writing about was no exception. Up at 4AM, coffee, reading and internet until 6, and then back to bed. The sun was bright coming through the window. I rubbed my eyes and decided to get up again on that Saturday morning. We had stayed up rather late the night before anyway, entertaining my wife's brother and sister, who had been our guests for the previous three days. The last I had heard, they were all going to some kind of a seasonal festival in a nearby community that morning. After I had returned to bed, I remembered hearing the commotion of them leaving. 'Ah!' I thought, 'I have the house to myself.' I rolled out and padded naked to the kitchen. There was still some coffee in the pot. I was standing there sipping the coffee and gazing out the window at the back yard. I was considering some nude sunbathing when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey! Is it your birthday?" I whirled around in surprise. My wife's sister had entered silently and was standing just inside the kitchen doorway. She had on a short terry robe and a broad grin. "Huh?" I responded intelligently. Then I got it: I was naked, so, "birthday" = "birthday suit". Pretty funny. Okay. Ha-ha. I smiled sheepishly. "Busted!" I said. "Actually every day is my birthday if I don't have to go anywhere, or if we don't have house guests." "Hey, it's okay with me," she said, crossing to refill her own coffee cup. Paul and I go naked at home, too." Then she asked, "Is the coffee okay? I didn't know how much you usually put in." Okay, if we were going to just ignore my nudity, I could go with that. "Oh, sure. I thought Mary had made it." It tasted like my wife's coffee. "No. Those two soaked the first pot up before they left." That reminded me. "I thought you were all going to the craft fair today." "I begged off. I can't stand that country craft crap," she said. Then she was standing next to me and leaning against the counter. I turned back to look out the window again. Mary and Paul are ten years apart in age. I am five years older than my wife, which makes me about the same age as Paul's wife, Jill. She is an attractive woman. Just over five feet tall, slender and taut. She is a runner, so she has that thin and wiry kind of runner's body. Her tits are very small. As she stood there next to me -- almost touching -- I caught a scent from her. Not perfume, soap or body odor. Or, if it was a natural aroma, it was a pleasant one. I was just about to excuse myself to go put a robe on when she said, "So. If it's your birthday, that must mean you have to get a birthday spanking, eh?" I looked down at her, smiling and frowning at the same time. She was grinning again. She reached behind me and slapped my bare ass sharply. The swat was loud in the kitchen. I jumped and I'm sure my eyes bugged out. I moved out of her reach. My thoughts rolled over and over. My wife has a spanking fetish. It always leads to extremely erotic sex when I spank her. I've even let her try spanking me, but it doesn't usually turn me on as much as her. Now I found myself wondering if the fetish ran in her family. I pictured Jill spread over her husband's knee and yelping as he delivered a sound paddling. My cock twitched. I raised an eyebrow at Jill and said in my best villainous voice, "Don't start something you can't finish, Shorty!" Well, being a runner made her a competitor. She rose to the challenge. She swatted me again and spun out of range when I reached for her. The coffee cups were left on the counter as I stalked her across the kitchen. She backed away, jerking her arm when I made a grab for it. But moving backwards in an unfamiliar room isn't the best defense. She bumped her hip against one of the chairs around the table. When she glanced to see what she'd hit, I pounced. I wrapped her in a bear hug and tossed her over my shoulder. I carried her into the living room, with her wriggling, shrieking, and pounding her fist on my back all the way. She was, however, almost out of control with her laughing and shrieking. I flopped her onto the couch. In the struggle, the sash of her robe had loosened and her robe was almost completely open. She was, as I had thought, as naked as I was under it. Before she could escape again, I gripped one side of her robe and lifted. It had the effect of rolling her out of the garment and leaving her on her belly on the cushions. I quickly restrained her with an arm across her back. I wasted no time returning the swats she had given me in the kitchen, with interest. Her slender butt showed my pinker hand prints and I felt myself hardening. She continued to struggle and called me names that would have made a sailor blush! She had almost worked her way off the couch in her struggles. I picked her up again, one arm under her stomach (just below the molehills that were her tits) and the other wrapped around her thighs. Turning, I sat down and deposited her across my lap, my stiff cock poking her belly. She could not have missed the phenomenon either. I also felt the heat radiating from her crotch. My hand on her back still held her from escaping. When I started to spank her in earnest, she tried to put a hand between her butt and my hand. I simply gripped it and held it under mine on her back. To assure my position, I moved one leg out from under her and threw it over her legs. Having thus effectively "hog-tied" her, I took the opportunity to rest a bit. The move also plastered my hard cock snugly against her hip and thigh. I caught that scent again, now that she was laying naked across my lap. This time, however, it was mixed with a different aroma. I recognized this one: Woman. I knew then that she wasn't just playing any more. Nor was I. I had every intention of giving her what she had really been asking for when she began this scenario. But first I wanted to give her a good spanking as a warm up. "So, Shorty," I said to her. "You think you're so tough?" My hand slapped across her ass and she jumped. "YEOWCH! You COCKSUCKER!!" she shrieked. She sounded like a comic book! "Ooh! Such nasty talk from those pretty lips! You kiss your mother with that mouth?" I swatted her again. I gave her a couple more and she squealed. She wasn't so much trying to get away now, but she was writhing against my thigh and dick. I pushed her farther over my lap, until I felt her sparse pubic hair on my leg. She immediately pushed down, grinding herself against me. Then she moaned. I swatted her several more times. I released her hand and she placed it on the floor with the other one. She arched her back and I spanked her five times on each cheek. She groaned and ground her cunt into my leg. My dick was still imprisoned under her hip and it was throbbing for release. I pushed her legs apart and slipped a finger down along her wet slit. I brought the finger to my lips and tasted her sweetness. I had to fuck her! All Jill did was moan. There was no objection to my intimate touch. I lowered her onto her back on the floor. I followed, moving her left leg out away from the right and leaning forward. I inhaled her musk before I opened my mouth and began to eat her. She twisted her fingers in my hair and brought her knees to her chest, giving me total access to her tender flesh. I licked, sucked and bit her, being careful not to leave marks. She was going to have to try explaining her red ass to Paul as it was. She tightened up and exploded with her first orgasm. I slowed my tongue down and waited, just keeping her going a little as the strongest waves washed over her. I wasn't ready to let her go just yet, however. She calmed down enough for the next level. I tightened my grip on her hips and returned to licking her. I plunged my tongue as deeply into her as I could. She began the climb to another climax. Before she reached it, however, I rolled her onto her side and slipped two fingers inside her. I used my free hand to pry her cheeks open and I began to tongue her ass. It drove her wild. I rubbed the ball of my thumb around her clit as I ate her ass the same way I had her cunt. The next orgasm came surprisingly quickly. It seemed stronger than the first. She was wailing all the way through it. When she again caught her breath, she opened her eyes and looked at me. They held that satisfied gleam I always love to see in a naked woman's eyes, knowing I am the author of her pleasure. I slid up her body and brought my aching cock to her heat. I took her hands, raising them above her head on the carpet. I moved my hips to rub my cock head along her oozing slit. Then I tipped my hips to begin to enter her. "Ooh!" she whispered, "No hands! I love that!" This is a trick I had learned that made most women happy if they noticed it. It doesn't always work, but this time it did. I pushed forward steadily until I was fully penetrating her cunt. I released her hands and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. She covered my mouth with hers and plunged her tongue in hard. She was hungry! We humped and fucked in that position a while. Then she rolled us over and rode me like a cowgirl on a bucking horse. It was my turn to moan and buck under her. She grasped my nipples and twisted them hard. That was the last straw. I began to spurt deep inside her juicy pussy. She started moving her hips rapidly back and forth, increasing the friction between our parts. It was the best orgasm I had had in a long time. She told me later that she had another climax when I did, though I didn't notice it at the time. After a few minutes, she flopped off to the side and we lay there without speaking a while longer. As a treat, she sat up and bent to clean our juices from my softening cock, but only for a few minutes. We stood up and walked down the hall to the bathroom hand in hand. We showered and dressed. I fixed us some eggs while she sat at the table drinking coffee. "You are spectacular, Dan," she said calmly. I looked over my shoulder at her and smiled. I gave her a little bow. "Thank you, Ma'am," I clowned in my terrible imitation of a southern accent. "This was the first time I've been with anybody but Paul since we got together, you know. That was also the first time ever...I mean, when you stuck your tongue in my ass. Nobody's ever done that before to me, even Paul. God, it made me cum so hard!" "Really? Well, I love it. I like my ass eaten, too. But it's something people have to develop a 'taste' for, you know?" We suddenly were discussing her sex life with my brother. I didn't really want to hear about it, but I guess I deserved it. They hadn't been having sex all that much lately, she said. In fact it had been several weeks since she'd gotten laid. "I guess that might be the reason I responded so strongly to you -- that, and your talents, of course," she grinned. So, I fell into the role of sex therapist. I asked about whether they were adventurous, what positions, when (during the day or week) they had sex, all that. It sounded like they had just fallen into a rut. But it also sounded like, except for spanking her sometimes ("Not nearly often enough," she said with a laugh.), Paul was kind of a dud. All I could do was suggest she try to spice things up with videos, or toys. I told her to plan out a scenario and try it on him. "The only thing about that," I cautioned her, "is that you have to be prepared for rejection if he doesn't get into it." I knew what that felt like -- from both sides. "The thing is, if you love each other, you'll be able to absorb the disappointment. Just understand that two people aren't always on the same wave length, sexually. Ride it out. If the relationship is strong enough, it'll all work out." I zipped the toaster down and glanced at her again. She was leaning on her elbows and staring into the depths of coffee in her cup. 'Uh-oh,' I thought, 'That doesn't look good.' I managed to change the subject and we discussed her work as a graphic artist while we ate. She made some phone calls and I read the newspaper. An hour or so later, Mary and Paul came home. Two days later, I shook Paul's hand and hugged Jill as they left to return home. Six months after that, Paul called to tell us that he and Jill were splitting up. The next day, the phone rang. It was Jill. I told her that Mary was at the grocery store. "Good. I really just wanted to talk to you, Dan," she said. "I guess Paul's already given you guys the bad news." "Yeah, last night. We were really sorry to hear it. I guess my advice didn't work, eh?" "Actually, it did some good. No, it wasn't our sex life that drove us apart. Paul's been having an affair with one of his students. I caught them in bed together." Paul had told Mary about that already. She had lost her temper at him, since she and Jill had gotten so close over the years. It eased some of the residual guilt I'd felt about fucking Jill. "The reason I wanted to talk to you was to let you know that our...well, what we did made it possible for me to handle it without going totally ballistic. I couldn't really give him all the crap he deserved, because I had been unfaithful, too." We talked a while longer. When I asked what she would do now, she said she was thinking about going back to school and finishing her degree. "Maybe I can find myself a hot young professor that likes to spank and be spanked," she laughed. "Well, I'm sure Mary would want me to tell you to keep in touch. You're still family to us." I told her sincerely. As far as I'm concerned, you divorced Paul, but you didn't divorce us." "Hmm...okay. Do you think we could ever...I mean...maybe have some more fun?" she asked. Actually I had been fantasizing about that very thing. While Mary didn't know about Jill and me, we had been discussing broadening our horizons by inviting another person into our bed. So far it was just a fantasy. Mary had said she wanted to keep it that way, so far. Part of the problem was finding the right person. Now that Jill was available it all might fall into place. "Well, it could happen, I think. Just keep in touch, okay? I mean that. Things are changing here for us, too. I can't go into it right now, but keep an open mind." I told her. We ended the call, just as I heard Mary's car in the driveway. I told her Jill had called. When I told her I had told Jill to stay in touch, she hugged me and thanked me. "I'd hate to think we'd never see her again." she said. In my mind I told myself, "All things are possible." =============================================================================== Part 2 - Mary I was really glad I had worn my sunglasses. The tinted glass of the airport terminal did little to lessen the reflection off the runway and the jumbo jets parked at the jet ways up and down the concourse. Dan and I had arrived way too early to meet Jill's plane. I didn't mind since the air conditioning worked well. The only thing I minded was the horrendous prices the little bar charged. Still, there was little else to do but eat or drink. We sat by the window and were sipping our third drink when the PA system announced the arrival of the flight from Phoenix. When the door finally opened at the gate, we were standing outside the security checkpoint. Jill wasn't the last person off, but she was far enough back in the pack that we were beginning to wonder if she had missed her flight. Then she was there. She looked great. Living in the desert agreed with her. Her face and arms were almost a mocha color and her light brown hair was shot through with lighter streaks. She spotted us and her face broke into a grin. Her teeth were bright white in contrast to her tanned face. She threw her arms around me, then Dan, and we spouted all the usual things people say when they meet someone they love after a long separation. She hooked each of us with an arm, her carry-on bag hanging from her shoulder. We headed for the baggage claim. Dan was pretty quiet, but I didn't think much about it. Jill and I had been sisters for 6 years until she divorced my brother, Paul, the year before. Since the split, I had stayed in closer touch with Jill than with my brother, in spite of the fact that he still lived in the next town. Jill had moved down to Arizona. We retrieved Jill's bag and Dan wheeled it behind us as we made our way through the crowds to the parking garage. Jill rode in the middle in front and we spiraled our way out of the garage. Soon we were zipping down the freeway and Jill was still catching us up on things that didn't make their way into emails and the occasional card. My arm was along the seat back. Jill gave off a scent combined of her light makeup and a faint coconut aroma. I didn't know if it was some new scent, or if the sunblock had just soaked into her system. It was pleasant, in any case. I noticed that Jill's hand found its way to Dan's leg. I didn't mind, but I didn't recall any previous expressions of such closeness between them. I mentally shrugged and let it go. I let my hand drop onto her opposite shoulder and hugged her. She leaned into me, and her hand on Dan's leg squeezed at the same time. I glanced at Dan's face. I was amused to see he was blushing slightly. He had his own sunglasses on, so I couldn't see his eyes. Oh well, she was family after all. She liked to say that she had divorced Paul, not his family. This week was going to be fun. Dan pulled the car into the garage and cut the engine. He got Jill's bag from the back seat and followed us into the house. Jill offered to take custody of her bag, but Dan said he'd put it in her room. I made a bee-line for the bathroom while they trundled down the hall. We have two bathrooms. Ours is off the master bedroom and the guest bath is shared by the two smaller bedrooms. It has two doors – one for each bedroom. That one was closer and I really had to pee. I jerked my jeans and panties down and let loose before I realized that the door to the other bedroom was slightly ajar. Oh, well, it was too late then. It was just my husband and 'sister', both of whom had seen and heard me pee before. What I didn't expect were the sounds I heard after my stream faded to a trickle. I frowned when I heard low voices -- obviously trying not to be overheard -- and then, Jill's giggle. I sat still and silent wondering what all the whispering was about, the last drops of pee falling from my crotch to the bowl. Then an abrupt silence fell over the next room. I realized they had noticed the open door and were probably trying to decide what to do. Then Dan (in a normal voice) said, "So, what's your job like in Phoenix?" I knew then that he was trying to cover. We had known for months "what her job was like", since we got nearly daily emails. My curious bone twitched. My eyes narrowed and I began to reassess my trusted husband and my trusted 'sister'. I vowed to get to the bottom of my little mystery, and soon. Then I smiled because I remembered that my birthday was in just a few days. It was part of the reason for the timing of Jill's visit. They were likely cooking up some kind of surprise for me. I heard Jill make some bullshit covering remark and their voices faded, growing louder as they passed the other bedroom door, and then fading completely as they moved away. I wiped and flushed, sliding my pants up quietly. Jill Jill had not visited us since the last time she and Paul had stayed with us, shortly before their divorce. I washed my face with cool water and tried to control my curiosity. What I wanted to do was to go out and ask what all the whispering was about. I'm terrible about surprises. But I might be wrong. It might not be about my birthday, but about something else entirely. I just didn't know what it could be. I patted my face dry. Then, in the back of my mind, a light went on. One of Dan's favorite fantasies was to have a threesome. I found the idea of sharing our bed with a third person attractive, but I didn't think I could ever find the courage to actually go through with it. He had started by telling me about his fantasy of having two women at the same time. We had even discussed inviting another man into bed -- "Fair's fair," Dan said. -- I liked that idea even better. Still, the appropriate candidate hadn't been found, even if I thought I could go through with it. We had gone as far as trying to decide if we knew women and men that we thought we might be comfortable sharing our bed and bodies with. During our fantasy discussions about possible partners, Jill's name had never come up. At first, she was still married to Paul. Then she moved to Phoenix and was too far away, I guess. Besides, she was family. How weird would that be? I knew Dan had always liked her and found her attractive. He had never tried to hide it. One thing that we had made a part of all the scenarios – after Dan pledged to do it if I did -- was full participation. In other words, the partner of the same sex would not balk at interaction with the third person. That was another reason that made it so difficult to come up with a likely candidate. I suddenly found that it was extraordinarily easy for me to imagine Jill in bed with us. Jill, all skinny, with her newly tanned skin next to Dan's extra hairy body, then my pale, pudgy (but, Dan assures me, sexy) self. I found the picture fit well, maybe too well! I even began to think about what it might be like to go down on her – my own ex-sister! The idea smacked of incest...well, sort of. Then I frowned. I wasn't sure I wanted to broach the idea. Dan has convinced me that my body looks great to him, but I can look in the mirror. Still, who am I to argue when he calls me "Rubenesque", and "voluptuous"? The way he makes love to me, the pleasure he derives from my body is evident, so I long since stopped worrying about the ten or fifteen extra pounds I wear around my waist and hips...okay, and my ass, too. A knock at the closed door brought me out of my reverie. Jill opened the door and stuck her head in. "Everything okay, Mary? We were wondering if you flushed yourself down." I laughed a little and turned away to hang up the towel and to compose myself. I felt my face heat up from the thoughts I'd been having. By the time I turned back around, though, I felt okay. Jill's expression looked worried now, for real. I smiled at her and put my arm around her shoulders as we walked out to the living room. Dan had drinks made for us all (as if he and I needed more!) and we sipped them while we talked. I watched them for clues to their big secret, but they were sitting across the room from each other. There were no stray glances or guilty looks between them. Maybe I had jumped to conclusions. Dan is always telling me I do that. I tried to repress the memory, of the images of them -- of us all -- naked and writhing on the sheets. I lifted my glass to my lips and found it was empty. Dan's eyebrows rose in surprise when I held it out for a refill. "Whoa! Is this a race?" he asked. I rattled the ice noisily in the glass and smiled at him. He set his half drink down and went to the kitchen. I turned to Jill. "So, are there any new men in your life, Honey?" I asked her. First she grimaced. She shook her head. She told me she had been on a few dates since she and Paul had divorced, but nothing great. "I haven't had sex with anyone but my friend, "Buzz" (her pet name for her vibrator), since Paul." Then her face lit up and she grinned a wicked grin. "I have a sneaking suspicion that is about to change, though. There's this one guy at work, Hal. Well, it's Harold, but everybody calls him Hal. At least that's what the guys at the office call him. The girls call him Harry, mostly in private. You know, as in "Harry the Horse"? They say it's because he's hung like one." She sipped her drink. I laughed and waited for her to go on. "Anyway, that's the report that came from the only one of them who has had the opportunity to...sample the goods, so to speak. She says it's true. Somebody else said this girl has only had, like two boyfriends -- she's only 19 or twenty, though, and she seems pretty naive, so we're not sure she really has the experience to decide." She stopped and grinned at me again. "Most of the other females in the office are married or attached. They've all been urging me to make a move on him to find out the truth – and solve my horniness problem at the same time. They're eagerly waiting for me to report back." "Are you going to go out with him?" I asked. Jill fluffed her short hair back dramatically, then looked at me and batted her eyelashes. "Oh. He has asked me to go as his 'companion' on the...overnight...white water rafting trip the office has set up next month. I figure it will be a great opportunity to see him in his swimming trunks -- and hopefully out of them, too!" She winked at me. "Also, it will be a good time to let him see what I look like in my little white bikini when it's all wet and clinging to my sexy little body." Dan came back from the kitchen then, drinks balanced and clutched precariously. "What about your sexy little body? And who is going to cling to it when it's all wet?" I thought his interest seemed a bit too eager, but that's just Dan. He's always ready to explore anything that has to do with sex. "Hey," Jill said, "If you're going to eavesdrop, you need to turn up your hearing aid, old man!" Dan's eyebrows rose as she and I chuckled. Of the three of us, I'm the baby. Dan and Jill are about the same age, five years older than I am. Dan was quick to point that out. "Listen, Shorty! Remember we graduated from school the same year. If I'm old, Grandma, you are, too. That remark deserves be punished." Jill laughed, but I saw her tan turn a little bit ruddy. I found myself with a new movie running in my head. This one was even hotter than the last one. I like Dan to spank me sometimes as part of our foreplay. I never knew that my brother had the same fetish -- or at least a form of it, since he liked to be the one doing the spanking -- until one time Jill asked me about it. She and Paul had been wrestling one night and he flipped her over his knee and started swatting her. She said it had hurt at first, but the effect on Paul was so dramatic -- extra hard, extra energy! -- so she allowed herself to explore that side of herself. It wasn't too long after that she admitted that it had begun to excite her, too. She told me they had made it a fairly regular part of their sexual repertoire. I've often wondered what it said about our parents that Paul and I had both developed that fetish. Anyway, the picture that popped into my mind when Dan made his threat was of Jill's skinny little ass upended over his lap (both of them naked, of course), his rampant cock trapped between them, while I watched the whole thing. I felt my panties getting damp at the thought. Then I wondered what it would be like to be the one spanking her. I must have been more toasted than I thought, because I closed my eyes and dwelled on the scene as I sipped my cold drink. I only half heard the continued banter between Jill and Dan, until I heard Dan saying, "Earth to Mary! Hello-o-o! Is anybody in there?" I blinked my eyes open and it was my turn to blush. For some reason I found myself imagining that they -- or at least Dan -- could tell what I'd been thinking. He was grinning at me. "I thought we'd lost you, there, Sweetie! Are the drinks too strong?" I looked at my glass. I had thought I'd been sipping when I apparently had been gulping. It was nearly empty again. I set it down on the coffee table as if it had bitten me -- which, in a way, it had. I tried to blame my lascivious thoughts – and the wet panties they caused -- on the booze, but inside I knew it was just my horny imagination. "Ahem!" I cleared my throat, making the noise sound the way I've seen it written in books. "I think I'd better start dinner." I rose to my feet, more to demonstrate to all concerned that I wasn't drunk, than for any other reason. A little wave of dizziness passed and I headed for the kitchen. Dan grabbed my hand as I passed and I stopped. "Why don't we go out to Mario's? We haven't been there for a while." Dan's suggestion was a relief. I hadn't been looking forward to kitchen duty that night. We agreed we'd go soak up some pasta and Italian atmosphere. I collapsed back on the couch. Jill went to the bathroom and Dan came and took the seat she had vacated next to me. He leaned in and we kissed. I guess I put some extra passion behind it because when we broke -- quite a few seconds later -- he sat back, eyes wide and said, "Whew! What got you so hot?" Then I saw the light behind his eyes. "Were you thinking about me "punishing" Jill?" When I couldn't meet his eye, he chuckled. "That's it, isn't it?" He raised my head, his fingertips under my chin. "What a naughty, naughty girl you are, Mary Fields!" he whispered. "Maybe you are the one who needs the spanking." His voice had that quiet but husky quality that tells me he is getting aroused. "Just imagine it, though: Jill's tanned behind, naked and stretched out over my knee. I bet she sunbathes in the nude down there in Arizona. No tan lines, just those little browned half moons of her butt cheeks rising up from the tight cleft between her thighs. I would hold her down with one hand and...Wait! YOU can hold her down for me! Yeah, and then I'd begin to swat her: SMACK! SMACK!" He went on whispering in my ear, describing her spanking, with me as his lewd, nude assistant. As he spoke, his hand was slipping under my shirt to play with my aroused nipples. I closed my eyes, leaned back, and pictured his fantasy as he went on telling me about it. He had just reached the point where he paused in his spanking and ran a finger down between her thighs to test her arousal. I let my eyes open halfway to look at him. My hand went to his crotch and found that he was as hard as a rock. We both noticed the motion at the same time. Jill had come back and was standing there listening to his scenario. Her mouth was hanging open, but I couldn't tell if she was shocked or surprised...or excited. I also couldn't tell just what had caused her reaction the most -- the scene Dan was verbally sketching, or the fact that he had freed my left tit from my bra, baring it to pinch and twist the nipple. We reacted like two teenagers caught in the back seat. By the time we'd jumped apart and I had pulled my clothes back into some sort of order, she was all but falling down laughing, holding her sides and shrieking. Between gasps for air, she howled out, "Oh my God! I'm so glad...I just peed! If I hadn't, I'd be wetting my panties now! You two are the guiltiest looking married couple I've ever seen!" Dan and I, not being the kind of people who miss the humor in even the most bizarre situations, soon joined in the merriment, even though we were the butt of this joke. Our laughter seemed to take forever to abate. For myself, I was glad of that. I was afraid we would have to really look with a (semi-) sober eye at what Dan had been saying. And at the fact that it had gotten us -- particularly me -- so goddamn excited. I covered my embarrassment by pleading my need to pee again and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom. As I closed the door, I leaned against the vanity and caught my breath. My composure began to return, but not totally. There was a sense that I had taken a step I wasn't sure I was ready for, or that I was even sure I wanted to take. Again, I splashed cool water on my face. Then I looked at the mirror, into my own eyes to see if I was the same woman I had been just a couple of hours before. I watched my reflection. That head slowly moved back and forth in a negative motion. The face that looked back at me had been suddenly unmasked. Our (intentional?) slip and being caught by Jill in the middle of fantasizing about adding her to our sex life had released me from myself. I could look at my private side of the picture Dan had been painting. I had been imagining that, while I held Jill down, her face was buried between my thighs, her tongue licking and her lips sucking at my pussy. My eyes blurred. My reflection disappeared. I felt myself go lightheaded and I thought for an instant I was going to faint – or have a spontaneous orgasm. My hands gripped the edge of the vanity, the knuckles white from the power of the image in my mind. I lowered my head to the cool surface of the counter. My mind cleared. I stood back up and looked at myself in the mirror again. Another thought popped into my head: I couldn't believe Dan could have constructed that fantasy on the spot. It must be something he'd been thinking about before. Suddenly, I knew what I wanted for my birthday. I admitted to myself that I had wanted it for a long time. That it would be Jill that would be the one to help Dan give it to me was perfect. I somehow felt certain that she would agree to the idea. I loved Jill as a person, and I knew she loved me. What I was contemplating would be next door to incest. That didn't bother me though. I took a deep breath and let it out. More cool water, then the towel again. I opened the door and stepped out into my new life. Jill "Well, like you I used my pillow, my hands and various other things to rub myself. But all it did was feel good. I never hit the top." That changed on her third 'official' date. She was fourteen. She and the boy -- Stanley Harris – were walking back to her house after a movie. A stop in the woods earned the boy a hand full of 'barely there' tit (Jill's description), and then of 'barely haired pussy' (Jill's exact words again). He kissed her sloppily as his fingers ground against her little clit, the way she directed him. Then she felt herself overwhelmed with a feeling she had never felt before! "I thought I was going to die and go to Hell for sinning! I pulled his hand out of my wet cotton panties and took off! When I found out later what had actually happened, I was so embarrassed! I could never look him in the eye again. Poor guy! He must have thought he had damaged me or something. At the time I even wondered the same thing." "Tell her about your first orgasm, Dan," I coaxed. Dan blushed. He had blushed when he told me the story. I thought it was a pretty cute story, but he didn't want to tell it. Then Jill slid her chair over close to his and put her arm around him. They looked good that way and I smiled at my husband. He smiled back, but he was still uncomfortable. He shrugged. "It's no big deal, really. Like you," he told Jill, putting his arm around her waist, "I thought I had broken something. In my case, since it was accompanied by this puddle of milky goo, I really thought I was in trouble." "Come on, Honey! Tell her how you did it," I urged him. He rolled his eyes. But he told her. "We had a little shed out back that my brother had set up as an art studio when he came home from college that summer. I was eleven years old..." "Wow!" exclaimed Jill, "Pretty precocious!" She jumped when Dan poked her in the ribs. At least I chose to assume it was her ribs he poked. "Anyway, I went out there when he was home and practiced sketching while he painted. He even had my dad's old Navy hammock strung up so he could sleep out there sometimes. He thought he was a real...well, back then, they were called 'Beatniks', precursors of the 'Fringies', and then the Hippies. Anyway, one afternoon when everybody was at work, except my sister (who was off somewhere with her boyfriend, probably screwing his socks off), I went out there to draw. So I was home alone. It was really hot, so I had only put on a pair of shorts that morning. No shirt, shoes, or even underwear..." "Sort of the way he goes around the house now," I interjected. "Only now, he usually doesn't bother with the shorts." Dan flipped me off, casually and Jill chuckled. "If you want me to finish this before our dinner comes, just shut up, okay?" I made a lip-zipping motion. I thought he was really enjoying telling his story by then. I noticed that Jill had moved her arm from his shoulders and (probably – I couldn't see) had it on his leg. I imagined she was holding his cock under the table and I felt a little internal gush in my panties. "So there I was in this stuffy little shed. It smelled like hot wood, paint, turpentine and the canvas of the hammock. Oh, yeah, and blackberries! There was a big blackberry bush just behind the shed. God! I haven't thought about that for a long time! He looked away from us for the first time since he started talking. "So I spent some time drawing, and then began to poke around in Dick's stuff. I found some Playboy magazines. I'm sure he kept them there to study anatomy for his painting." We had a good laugh at that. "So I pushed the sketch book aside to begin poring over the pictures of naked women in them. My dick -- which by then was somewhat larger than my finger (but not much) -- got stiff. I played with it a while, then had this great idea." All the time Dan was telling his story, I watched. I didn't know about Jill, but my panties were definitely getting moister, imagining Little Danny with his little brand new hard on and budding sexuality. Jill's arm went back to his shoulder and her fingers started kind of playing with his ear lobe. "So, with my mind full of the air-brushed bodies of playmates – that was before they could show even pubic hair in magazines -- I took my shorts off and climbed onto the hammock, face down. The canvas was coarse, but pretty soft. I raised myself up and moved my legs over the edge of the hammock. When I lay back down on it, I pushed my dick and balls between the compressed sides. I humped against that hammock and felt my excitement build rapidly. It was light years beyond the pleasure I got from just playing with it by hand! Then my orgasm hit me. I felt like something was pulling my intestines out of me through my penis. I felt like I was suffocating and had a hard time getting my breath. "The throbbing in my cock was tremendous! And tremendously scary! I jumped off the hammock and saw my come still oozing out of me. I was still throbbing. I knew for sure I had broken some vessel or other and grabbed my cock. That renewed my orgasm and it throbbed some more. I let go of it and just stood there shaking while the semen oozed from the tip." "Aw, poor Dan," Jill said. Her arm came down again and went to his leg – or lap, or cock – while Dan went on. "When everything finally stopped, I was relieved to see that there was no blood anywhere. But when I pulled the sides of the hammock apart, I was horrified to see my first puddle of come laying there on the canvas. I grabbed a rag and scrubbed it away as best as I could. The hammock was white, too, though, so nobody ever knew anything about it. I stashed the magazines back under the stuff where I'd found them and got into my shorts. I went back into the house and took a shower, wondering just what the fuck I'd done." Jill leaned back in her chair. "Whew! That was pretty hot, even if it was about an eleven year old boy! You should write stories, Dan." Luigi brought our dinners. Our conversation flagged as we set to working our way through them. I was pretty sure we were all thinking some of the same thoughts. We also worked our way through the wine, plus another bottle. This time, though, Dan remembered to pay before we left. We walked arm in arm in arm to the car (Jill between Dan and me), feeling really good. At home, I tried to think of a way to let Dan know what I wanted. I'd had enough wine to loosen me up again after sobering up from the afternoon drinks. Also all the sex talk had me humming. Before I said anything, though, Jill said she wanted to shower. "Gotta wash that airplane off me, you know?" She went down the hall and Dan and I sat on the couch. He kissed my neck. I slid my hand over the bulge in his pants and felt it begin to rise. "You looked pretty comfortable with Jill's arm over your shoulder – and in your lap. Did you like that?" I asked him. I purposely said 'lap', not 'leg', to gauge his reaction. He looked a little uncomfortable but he was honest. "Sure. What man wouldn't want an attractive woman hanging on him like that? You know I've always liked Jill." His words were light, but my question was kind of out of character for me. I knew I had set off some alarm in his mind. "I also saw her squeezing your leg on the way from the airport. Did that get you excited?" Now he frowned at me. "What is this, Twenty Questions? No, it didn't 'get me excited'." I heard the quotes he put around my words. "Well, I was just wondering. You asked what I wanted for my birthday..." His expression didn't change. But it was control that made it that way. My hand was still on his cock. I felt it twitch. "So," he started to ask, but his throat closed up and he had to cough. "So, what do you want?" he managed. "Well, Jill said she hadn't been laid since the divorce..." His eyes widened as his mind, no doubt, started to churn. "I was thinking about your little fantasy from this afternoon. I'd be willing to bet Jill's in the shower right now masturbating about you – maybe even about you spanking her." Dan's not stupid, he just seemed suspicious. He didn't jump in right away. I had told him about her penchant for spanking. "You want me to spank her for your birthday?" He was pretending to be dense, but he wore a slightly crooked smile. I raised half off the couch and swung my leg across him so I was sitting in his lap, facing him. I kissed him hard. When I pulled back I looked him straight in the eye and put it as simply as I could. "I want you to spank her. I want to hold her down like you said today. I want to watch you put your fingers inside her and taste her the way you do me." I kissed him again before he could say anything. Then I brought my lips close to his ear and went on in a whisper. "Maybe while you spank her ass I can get her to eat my pussy. Then I want to watch you fuck her brains out." I stopped. For a second I thought he might have a stroke. His eyes were huge. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him while he pushed up against my crotch. He kissed me, filling my mouth with his tongue. His hands moved around to my ass and squeezed me hard. Then he sat back. Finally he said, "Have you discussed all this with Jill?" "Not yet. But I really don't think she'll take much convincing. She's as horny as a she-goat. Besides, there's always been some electricity between you two." He looked at me with a strange expression then. He hugged me so tight I thought I was going to be crushed. "Do you really mean this? Are you sure?" I kept telling him I was serious until I convinced him. "Well, if she is up for it, I'll be glad to...um, give you this present. Of course, somewhere along the way you're going to get your birthday spanking." His sarcasm was not wasted. It also earned him a poke in the belly. Jill came out of the hallway. She had slipped into a long tee shirt or a short night shirt. It fell to mid-thigh. She looked pretty sexy with her wet hair all spiky. I half turned and held out my arm to her. She grinned and crossed to me, coming inside my half embrace. I pulled her so she had to put a knee beside Dan's leg for balance. When her head was next to mine, I hugged her to me. "I have a proposition for you, Honey," I told her. Her eyebrows went up. "Remember Dan asked what I wanted for my birthday?" I found it getting easier the more I talked about it. Jill said she remembered. "Well, I want to give you to him for my gift!" She stood there looking at me for a few seconds as my words sank in. She blinked and looked at the broad grin on Dan's face. She looked back at me. "You mean...?" she asked. I nodded. "Really? You mean you want me and Dan to...?" I kept nodding and grinning at her. She looked at Dan again. I slid off him and took hold of her shoulders. I pushed her sideways so she could take the seat I had vacated for her. Her nightshirt rode up as she straddled Dan. I thought he might be able to see her pussy if he looked down – I was fairly certain she had nothing on under the nightshirt -- but he controlled himself. He just kept looking from Jill to me. His big grin never left his lips. I kneaded her shoulders. Dan's hands had come to rest on her hips. "We've talked about sharing our bed with somebody else for a long time. So far it's just been a hot fantasy for us. But I love you, Jill – and so does Dan. You said it's been a long time since you got laid." As I continued to tell her how much I wanted this -- not just for me, but for all of us -- I pressed my breasts against her back and started moving my hands up and down her arms. "There's something you could give me, too, Sis," I told her. Then I slid my hands under her arms to cup her small, firm breasts. Her next breath was a gasp. She let her head fall back against me, her eyes closed. She didn't move my hands, so I started to rub her tits, feeling her nipples harden. She put her hands over mine and pressed them hard to her. Her eyes stayed closed tight and she let out a little moan. Looking down, I watched my husband slide a hand under her nightshirt and she tilted her hips to welcome his touch. I only had to lower my head slightly to find her lips with mine. My first erotic kiss with a woman was incredibly exciting. Dan told me later it was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed (at least until later that night!), watching our glistening tongues slipping into one another's mouth and wrestling around lips and teeth. Jill put her hands down and back to grip my thighs while I continued to play with her nipples. The next time I looked down, I saw that Dan had worked Jill's nightshirt up to completely expose her from the waist down. I'd been right about her nudity. I was surprised to see that she had no pubic hair at all. Two of his fingers were stirring around inside her while he used his thumb on her clit. I looked up at him. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them individually as he stared directly at me. I closed my eyes and opened them again. I backed up, supporting Jill so she didn't fall. She rose from Dan's lap. Free of Jill's tender trap, Dan rose as well. His pants were seriously tented out. We walked without speaking down the hall to our bedroom. The lights were off in there. I went straight to the bathroom and pulled the door almost closed, leaving it open just a few inches. Then I turned on the light in there. It was the way Dan and I made love sometimes, at least when we didn't use candles. I was too excited to take the time for candles right then. I turned back toward the bed in time to see Dan push his pants and underwear off. Jill was kneeling naked on the bed already. Her tan covered her entire body as we'd expected. She gleamed in the low light. I smiled when Jill saw that, like her, I shaved my pussy bare. She was the most beautiful naked woman I'd ever seen. Knowing I was going to make love to her – that WE were going to make love WITH her – gave rise to a warm feeling inside me that had nothing to do with sexual excitement. It was love. I pulled myself back to the moment. Dan was looking hungrily at Jill, but they were waiting for me. I ripped off my clothes and joined them on the bed. We spent a lot of time, it seemed, with foreplay, kissing, caressing and feeling each other's body. There didn't seem to be any of the awkwardness that happens the first time for most people. Jill was as enthusiastic about touching and kissing me as I was about stroking her sleek body. Dan was not excluded, either, of course. It was definitely a different feeling than when Dan and I make love. We do the same things we were doing with Jill, but having her there made it more...well; it was mostly like a dance in which we all had equal parts. When Dan ran his lips across Jill's ribs, she flinched and giggled. He had tickled her. He did it again. I knew he was raising the energy level so that he could work his way up to spanking her. I was so excited by then my juices were almost running out of me. We hadn't seriously mentioned spanking to Jill, unless she recalled what Dan was saying earlier. Jill started to struggle against Dan's tickling. He pressed on, beginning to work her position around. She probably caught on about then. She started struggling in earnest, making it a contest. Dan, of course, prevailed. But it was only after I had moved into the fray. I grabbed her arms and she yelled, "No fair!" I laughed and pulled her forward. Dan grabbed her legs and we wrestled her over a couple of pillows Dan had stacked up. Jill complained again about fairness but we just laughed. I was on my knees, holding her down with my hands on her shoulders. It conveniently placed my crotch close to her face. My legs were spread just right, so there was one on either side of her head. Dan was kneeling on beside her and he started to swat her. She raised her head after the third swat. She gasped when she realized she was looking right up my dripping cunt, just inches away. I inched closer to her then. She looked back up at me. She saw what I needed in my face. She put her arms around my hips and tugged. I eagerly scooted forward. Jill started by kissing my thighs, moving closer to my mound with each one. My heart was pounding. The slapping sound of Dan's spanking was loud in the room. It seemed that Jill was being pushed forward with each swat and it shoved her mouth harder against me. I grabbed her hair with both hands and held her tight, tight in my crotch. Her tongue was slicing its way between my folds and darting inside. I fell back and raised my knees in the air. The air was so charged with erotic energy! Dan's big cock was trapped between Jill's hip and his own belly. There was no need for my hands on Jill's shoulders by then. She wasn't even thinking about escaping. I leaned back and watched her head bob as she licked and sucked my pussy. The rhythm of Dan's palm against her ass provided a cadence to our three way lovemaking. It continued to drive her against me. I started groaning. My insides turned to jelly and my climax rose like a tidal wave over me. I lifted my legs and Jill grasped them, lifting them higher. She kept licking and biting my swollen flesh (all the while groaning from the spanking) and the orgasm just kept on rolling through me. Maybe it was one long one, or maybe it was one right after the other. At any rate, it went on and on. I lost touch for a few seconds while my consciousness drifted. When I came back to Earth, Dan had stopped spanking and had shoved his cock into Jill. I opened my eyes and saw him pounding himself into her, his hips slapping her now reddened ass. I was so turned on by what we were doing that I reached down between my thighs and pulled my pussy open as wide as I could. Jill eagerly went back to work on me. I held myself open so her tongue could reach as far inside me as possible. She began again and soon I knew I was yelling, but I have no idea whether what I yelled were words or just joyful noises. God! I was so horny! I put my hand on Jill's head and pressed her hard against me. Then I tipped my hips up just a bit. It moved my cunt up and placed her mouth against my asshole. She never hesitated. She drove right into my tight hole. Her tongue felt like a little worm, just wiggling and poking up into me back there. She had to stop licking me because Dan's cock was pushing her into her own orgasm. It was just as well, because I was having trouble catching my breath. She raised her head up and gripped my ass cheeks, her face cradled on my thigh. She went through spasm after spasm while her orgasm lasted. She quivered and whimpered through her pleasure. I watched my husband's face, contorted with the pleasure he was finding as he rode Jill's ass. His eyes fell on mine and I could see the raw lust. We have great sex, but it had been a long time since I'd seen that look. The sweat was running down his forehead and into his eyes. Jill was winding down, but Dan was still pounding her. I moved out from under Jill and went behind Dan. The muscles of his ass were flexing and releasing with his thrusts. I slid under him. The sight of his slick cock plunging into Jill's juicy snatch is something I'll never forget. I reached my tongue out and started licking at them both. I got a thrill just knowing I was licking a woman. It was compounded by the knowledge that it was Jill and that Dan's cock was sliding in and out of her. Jill slid forward then, causing Dan to slide all the way out. I grabbed his prick and stuck it down my throat. The taste of Jill's pussy juice was so sweet! It was delicious! I sucked him and slipped a finger between his ass cheeks, prodding his tight hole. The combination drove him into his climax. The first strong throbs filled my mouth with his come. His sphincter clutched madly at my finger. Then Jill's face was next to me. Circling the base of Dan's cock with my thumb and forefinger, I took it out of my mouth and Jill lunged to take over. She got the reward of the last of his emission. His motions slowed as the wave of pleasure subsided. I slipped my finger out of his ass. Jill's head was against mine. Dan dismounted my chest and lay down behind Jill, spooning up against her. I moved around and pressed my breasts and hips against hers. For those few minutes I felt like we were a single creature, united in love and lust. Jill "Hey, guys?" Jill's voice broke into my reverie. "I hate to disturb this, but I have to pee." We moved apart and she groaned as she rose from between Dan and me. When she was gone, Dan pulled me to him and enfolded me in his arms. When we kissed we shared the salty tastes of our three bodies. When Jill returned, I took my turn in the bathroom. Dan went when I got back. While he was gone, Jill and I folded down the covers and slipped under the sheet. Dan crawled in next to me and we all fell asleep in each other's arms. Jill We talk to Jill on the phone and we email. She learned that Harry really is hung like a horse. "I could barely get the head into my mouth," she complained. "I could hardly walk for a couple of days, but I'd do it again in a flash." Dan surprised me then. He was on the extension and had been part of the conversation. "Maybe you should bring him with you when you come back for a visit. I'm sure Mary might like to share that big dick with you," he said. Neither Jill nor I said anything for a second as the images soaked in. "Hmm...I'll have to think about that," Jill said. "Maybe I don't want to give him anything as delicious as Mary's little pussy. He might not like mine any more." "Well, if he doesn't want you, I'll take you," Dan said. "So will I," I added. "Hey, you'll be busy with the horse!" Dan countered. "Oh yeah," I said. "But he can only be at one end or the other. I have two ends, remember." "Don't we all!" Jill said and we laughed. I don't know when it will happen, but sooner or later Dan and I will have a man join us. I'll be sure to write about it all – or else I'll make him do it. I think he's a better writer than I am. Jill Jill was a tall, willowy brunette with a decided penchant for exhibitionism. One of her best friends was Steve, who owned and managed the Pink PUSSYkat, an upscale strip club. One aspect of their relationship was that Steve, who fancied himself a sort of big brother to Jill, was continually trying to fix her up with someone he thought would be a good match for her. At least the men he introduced her to were interesting, if not always ones Jill would have picked out for herself. The latest call went like this: "I have a friend, Jeff. We've known each other for years. He was seriously seeing a Chinese woman who was over here studying American business methods. They were together for nearly two years, but about six months ago she had to go back to China, nothing she could do about it, and so they broke up. This may seem that it's coming out of left field, and it may be either none of my business or a stupid idea, but I've thought this past week that you and Jeff might hit it off. "Here's the situation. I'm working on opening a second Pink PUSSYkat up the coast. I'm going to have to go out of town a lot for a few weeks, maybe several, and Jeff's going to watch the place here for me when I'm away. Eventually I'll have to get a full-time manager, but things aren't to that point yet. So Jeff's agreed to keep an eye on things for me. I'm leaving Saturday morning, and Jeff's coming by the PUSSYkat on Friday night to get cued in. I thought, if you're interested that you might want to come by, maybe about eleven p.m. or so since he and I will be pretty well finished with what we need to do by then. Either something will come of it or it won't, but I thought you might like to come by and check Jeff out." Steve chuckled. "I know Jeff would be more than happy to check you out!" When Friday night arrived Jill considered carefully what to wear and then worked to give her ensemble a "special" touch. She got to The Pink PUSSYkat at just before eleven to find the parking lot nearly full. Inside, there didn't seem to be an empty seat in the place. Two topless dancers were dancing with abandon on the runway and getting a very enthusiastic response from the huge male audience. Jill made her way carefully among the tables, trying not to bump into any of the several scantily-clad waitresses or the men who were standing up or moving around for a better look at the dancers. She was able to navigate her way to the bar without incident, although a few of the men called "Hey, Baby" or "Hi, Good Looking" as she passed them. No one tried to grab her, and none of the comments sent her way were too rude, and she realized that Steve's place not only did a great business but that the patrons were rowdy but fairly well-behaved. She found Steve sitting at the end of the bar nearest the stage, in conversation with another man seated next to him she supposed must be Jeff. She walked over and tapped Steve on the shoulder. He turned and when he saw who it was, promptly got up and gave her his seat. He greeted her and introduced her to Jeff, who acknowledged the introduction with obvious pleasure. He was a good-looking man, well built with humorous eyes and a nice smile. Jill ordered a margarita and Steve got it for her. Jill learned that Jeff had known Steve since high school, that they were close friends, and that Jeff (which she already knew) was going to be keeping an eye on the place for Steve during the next couple of weeks. He told her that his "real" job was working as an architectural engineer, a term she wasn't familiar with. "I'm the guy who figures out where all the plumbing goes," Jeff said with a laugh. "It's not very glamorous. What I really do is work with the architect and the builder first to see that the building design conforms to the requirements of its purpose for power, water, structural requirements, etc. Then I work with the builder to make sure that everything that's constructed conforms with the plans, agrees with the building codes, stuff like that. It's as much a blue-co1lar job as a white-collar one and the money is pretty good. Guys like me say the architect gets all the prizes and we do all the real work, but that isn't true. Most of the design stuff is done on computers now, so my main job is in the field working with the hard-hats. I like it a lot." They talked some more, and Jeff became more obvious about looking Jill over. Jill was basking in Jeff's attention. She was wearing a thin black semi-transparent blouse with large pockets placed strategically over each breast. Her black bra showed through the blouse but not where the pockets made the blouse opaque. The first two buttons of the blouse were open, almost but not quite revealing a glimpse of her bra. She also wore a mini-skirt with tiny black and white checks and a row of buttons from waist to hem. The skirt stopped at mid-thigh. She was bare-legged and wore black sandals. She watched until she decided that. Jeff's interest was centered solely on her and not on any of the dancers who seemed to parade on and off the stage in a continuous stream. Jeff was leaning closer to her as they talked. She casually crossed her legs and a button on her skirt popped open, causing the skirt to gape at the top of her thighs. Jeff's eyes widened, and he suddenly had nothing to say. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" teased Jill, knowing exactly what was drawing Jeff's attention. She wasn't wearing panties, and the gaping skirt demonstrated the fact conclusively.. "Ah, your skirt..." Jeff began. "What about it?" Jill was really drawing this out. She looked down as if noticing the open button for the first time. "Oh, you mean the button." Jeff nodded. "It took me six months to train that button to do that." Jill laughed at the surprise on Jeff's face. "Well, no, actually it only took a couple of minutes." "You mean you really 'trained' the button to do that?" Jeff asked in amazement. "Sure," Jill answered casually. "I think I need a fresh drink," Jeff stated. "How about you?" Jill agreed, and he ordered two more margaritas. After they took a sip from the newly-filled glasses, Jeff asked, "Would you mind telling me how you go about training a button to do that? Call it professional curiosity from one engineer to another." Jill chuckled. "It's easy. Look. I'll show you." She reached down and opened the next button down the skirt and held the edge of the buttonhole up a bit, causing the skirt to gape even further. She relished Jeff's intense interest in what he was seeing. Jeff watched in fascination as Jill put the tip of her little finger in the buttonhole and twisted it back and forth several times. The skirt widened as she did this, revealing more of her thighs at their juncture with her hips. She withdrew her finger and looked critically at the buttonhole. "Not quite yet," she commented, and repeated the process until she was satisfied that the buttonhole was stretched to the degree she wanted. She uncrossed her legs and buttoned both buttons. " Are you ready for the great experiment?" she kidded Jeff. "Oh, you bet. I'm always interested in learning something new about design stress. Might be useful information in the future," he grinned. "OK, then, here goes." Jill slowly and elaborately crossed her legs. Both buttons came open and the skirt gaped widely. "I'd say that was a success; what do you think?" "Definitely," Jeff agreed. "I'm certainly satisfied with the results. " "The real trick is to stretch the buttonhole enough so that the button will open when there is a little stress put on the skirt, like crossing my legs, but not stretch it so much that the button won't stay closed when I stand up. But that's really difficult, and I bet I overdid it. Let's see." Jill uncrossed her legs again, buttoned the buttons, and stood up carefully. The buttons popped open immediately. The skirt lay flat against her thighs as she stood without moving. She looked down. "See, that looks all right, even with the buttons opened. But watch!" Jill took a few steps backwards and the skirt opened with every movement. She stepped forward and the same thing happened. She shrugged and resumed her seat, the skirt gaping even more. "Any questions?" Jill inquired with a smile. "I know you wore that skirt with Steve in mind..." Jeff began. "Never assume," Jill responded. "That might not be the case at all. In fact, Steve told me I might meet someone here tonight, and that's why I wore it." "That puts an entirely different light on the matter," Jeff said with enthusiasm. "Yes, doesn't it?" Jill smiled. "Next question?" "What... uh, I guess I'm trying to ask, why you do it, I mean, training the button?." "Don't you like to watch my skirt open like that?" "Well, sure, of course. I mean ..." Jeff was obviously embarrassed "Of course you do, you wouldn't be normal if you didn't. Well, I like to show. I knew I was going to meet someone tonight, so I tried to make my outfit a little 'special,' if you know what I mean." "But you didn't know anything about me. We've never met before. I guess I just don't get it." "If my first impression wasn't favorable, I never would have crossed my legs, the button wouldn't have opened, you wouldn't have seen anything unusual, and I would have found an excuse to leave after a few minutes." Jeff digested this for a few minutes. "So I can assume we've made a good start?" he asked a little anxiously. Jill laughed. "I think you're safe with that assumption." "I'm still a little uncertain about your 'special' outfit. I mean, I think it's great, but I guess I still don't know what you're getting at, exactly." "If the button didn't pop open, the skirt wouldn't gape, right?" "Sure, I suppose." "If the skirt didn't gape, you wouldn't know I'm not wearing panties," Jill explained, smiling sweetly. "I've sure never met anyone like you," Jeff said, shaking his head. "Does it bother you that I'm frank?" "No, no, it isn't that," Jeff replied hurriedly, "it's just that I'm not used to being in a situation like this, let alone talking about it." He thought for a moment. "I guess what I want to know is why you want me to know that you're not wearing any panties." "It doesn't mean I'm going to jump into bed with you in the next five minutes, if that's what you're wondering. Is it?" Jeff reddened from his collar to his hairline. "I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind, but that's not it. I've never met anyone who not only wanted to show herself off like you do but who is willing, even eager, to talk about it." Jeff's falling into silence then was an invitation for Jill to tell him more if she wanted to, but letting her take the initiative. He realized she had been doing that all along. "I'm not sure I can explain it," Jill admitted, "except that it's fun and I get a good sense of myself by doing it. I'm also interested in the reactions I get. If you had drooled all over me or tried to put some serious moves on me, I wouldn't be here talking with you like this. It all depends. Some men I wouldn't flash at all, out of self-protection. That's not really a problem here, because I know Steve will keep things under control. But in everyday situations, I have to be careful unless I'm with someone I know pretty well." "How long does it take for you to get to know someone that well?" Jeff asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. "Depends on the person, but in your case, I don't think it'll take longer than, oh, two or three years, say." Jill laughed at Jeff's woebegone expression. She put a hand on his arm. "I'm only kidding. Don't worry, you're doing fine." Jill was struck with the thought that during the past several minutes of conversation, Jeff had been looking at her face, not at her open buttons and what they revealed. He was really listening to her. "In fact, you're doing very well, come to think of it," she added. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that," Jeff said earnestly. "Another drink?" Jill nodded and Jeff signaled for two more margaritas. "You know, I'm impressed," Jill went on. "You haven't looked down at my skirt for at least five minutes. You're allowed to, after all. You have my permission. My encouragement, even." Jeff looked down at her open buttons almost by reflex. He took a little time to appreciate the smooth skin of her thighs and the black curls framed by the opening in her skirt. Her skin was very white, and the black hair showed starkly by contrast. His body was responding to the visual stimulation, and he hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself. "Do you always go without panties?" Jeff seemed surprised at himself for asking that. "Panties, with or without, is a serious and complicated topic that needs quite a lot of exploring, don't you think?" Jill laughed at Jeff's dumb-struck expression. "Perhaps it will help if I tell you that until recently I rarely went without panties, but now I've decided that I don't like to wear panties at all, except on very special occasions. In fact, I'll make a deal with you." "What's that?" Jeff asked, completely at a loss with this whole conversation. "Any time you find me wearing panties, you have my permission to take them off, no, better yet, to tear them off of me, right then and there." Jeff's mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. "You don't believe me, do you?" Jill asked in an accusing tone. "You think I'm the kind of person who won't honor a pledge or keep an agreement. You think I'll go back on a deal." "No, no, I don't think that," Jeff blurted. "I'm sure you're someone who keeps your word." "What can I do to convince you, I wonder," Jill asked as if to herself. She thought for a moment until her expression brightened and she smiled brightly at Jeff. "I know. First, are you sure I'm not wearing any panties?" "It sure doesn't look like you are!" Jeff exclaimed, again looking down at the gaping skirt and its two strategically open buttons. "Don't you want to make absolutely sure?" Jill insisted. "Maybe you should check more thoroughly." Jeff paused as if uncertain what to do. He reached tentatively toward the gaping skirt, then stopped, keeping his hand poised above the opening. Then he moved his hand to the hem of her short skirt, resting his palm on her bare thigh. He fingered the two bottom buttons and then flicked them open so that her skirt opened fully and fell away on both sides of her legs. He slender but shapely thighs were entirely uncovered, and Jeff could easily see the juncture where they met and the black curls adorning the spot. Jill looked down approvingly and slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, watching Jeff's eyes all the while. His eyes followed every movement of her legs with rapt attention. "Are you sure now?" she asked. "Are you completely sure?" Jeff didn't say anything but simply reached down and opened one more button. The skirt fell open to her waist, held on by only the top button at her waistband. The slight swell of her abdomen shone palely above the dark thatch of hair. "I don't think there is any doubt about it now," Jeff said conclusively. "I'm glad you're convinced I'm not wearing any panties," said Jill. "I hope you know that you always have the right to check. For now you'll just have to take my word about tearing off any you might find." At this point Steve came along and looked down at Jill's fully-open skirt. "I see you two are getting along," he chuckled, and went behind the bar and started taking drink orders at the other end. "I still don't think you're completely convinced that I'm a girl of my word," Jill complained. "I guess I'll have to find some other way to make you believe me." Again she thought for a moment, then turned to Jeff and said, "How about this?" Jill's hand moved to her black blouse and opened a button, then another, revealing a glimpse of her black satin bra beneath. "You know, Jeff, since I've stopped wearing panties, except for those oh-so-very-special occasions, I've also discovered that I don't like bras very much either. And that's a big change for me, because I've always been self-conscious about my breasts because they aren't very big. I'm five-nine, and my measurements are 34 - 23 - 36. My bra size is 34 B. So I think it's a big step for me not to be ashamed of my breasts anymore." Jeff listened, as well as watched, as though nothing in his life had ever been so fascinating. "So..." Jill continued as she opened another button. She reached inside her blouse and unfastened one of her bra straps. "Would you mind getting the other one?" she asked Jeff sweetly. "Happy to," Jeff responded. He reached inside the blouse Jill held open for him and fumbled with the strap. His hand was electric against her skin. Jill swayed slightly against his touch. He managed to work the strap loose and drew his hand back. "Can you unsnap the back strap through my blouse? It shouldn't be too hard, there's only one hook. Just pinch it like you were snapping your fingers and Presto! It should pop right open." Jeff did as she directed and the results were just as she predicted. Jill took her time sliding straps and tugging elastic until her bra was gathered at the front of her blouse. She managed to keep her breasts from showing, however. "Here," she said, pulling the bra free and handing it to him. He looked at her blouse but was disappointed to find that the pockets hid everything behind them. The blouse, though unbuttoned nearly to her waist, gaped only enough for him to get a hint of curving flesh and some tantalizing cleavage. "The bra is my little gift to you, a memento of the evening," Jill continued. "And if you ever find me wearing another one, you have my permission -- no, my request -- no, my demand! -- that you tear it off my body! Now are you convinced?" Jeff swallowed and took a big sip of his margarita. "All except for one thing." "And what could that be?" Jill questioned. "I'm not convinced that there was ever any reason for you to be se1f-conscious about your breasts. Of course, I haven' t seen them, but. .." "I like you, Jeff!" Jill laughed. "Aren't you satisfied that I'm sitting here next to you with my skirt open to my waist? With nothing underneath, don't forget! Am I supposed to take my blouse off as well? Am I supposed to strip myself naked in public for you when we've just met? I think you've seen enough for one night. Just remember what I told you. By the way, when is Steve leaving?" Jeff's head was spinning. "Tomorrow morning early. Why?" "So that means you'll be here tomorrow night, watching the place for him. I might see you then." Jill got up from her stool and backed away from Jeff. She stood for a moment, letting him look her up and down, getting the full effect of her state of partial undress. She opened another button on her blouse for good measure, so that it was open to her waist in a long vee. She reached down and tucked up the tails of her blouse under the waistband of her skirt so they didn't show. Jill struck a pose, her hands on her hips, her feet apart. The skirt framed her lower body in an inverted vee from her navel, her pussy clearly in view. Then she started for the door, her skirt opening and flaring back from her thighs as she moved. She touched Jeff lightly on the shoulder as she passed him and he turned to watch her make her way back through the room to the door. Several heads turned, suddenly struck by the view of her open skirt and what it revealed as she passed by. Jeff could see Steve standing by the door, and Jill paused to speak to him briefly. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before going out the door. Steve gazed after her and shook his head slightly, and no one would ever know what was going through his mind at that moment. Jill Jill leaned against her car, looked at her watch, and then looked over her shoulder at the cigarette and adult novelty store's "Closed" sign. She had driven halfway across town in an effort to not be recognized. She still couldn't believe she'd agreed to picking up the party favors for her daughter's best friend's bachelorette party. Other than the finger-sized vibrator Jill acquired in college almost 20 years ago, she had never used or seen an adult phallic toy. But that was exactly what the bride-to-be wanted to hand out as gifts to the 20 or so women invited to the party. Jill reminded her that some of the women were as young as 18, but some were as old as 60. The bride-to-be was firm on what she wanted. She even provided Jill with a list of various vibrators and dildos so there would be an assortment. Jill looked on the Internet, but couldn't seem to find exactly what was on the list. She looked through the phone book and only found three adult novelty stores in town. Two of the three were in bad parts of town, but one was not far from the airport, and was more of a tobacco store than a porn shop. Jill decided to start there. She called first, and read off a few of the toys on the list. The gentleman that answered the phone thought he had a few in the stockroom, so it wouldn't be a wasted trip. From the corner of her eye, Jill could see the "Closed" sign being flipped to "Open." Time to get on with it. The storefront appeared clean, bright, and smelled of tobacco. In fact, Jill was a little worried she had gone to the wrong place. The bell clanged as the door closed behind her. A short, small-framed man with horn-rimmed glasses instantly appeared from the back of the store. He almost tripped when he looked up to see Jill. She wasn't the usual clientele. At 38, Jill looked good. Some would say too good. She married right after high school, and had her daughter less than a year afterward. After her pregnancy, Jill worked hard to maintain a healthy physique, and at first glance, she could easily be mistaken for a girl in her 20's, especially at work. Her daughter became increasingly independent over the last few years, so Jill had more time to do some of the things she had always wanted. Her husband had been promoted to a position requiring more time abroad than at home, so Jill looked into selling real estate as a way to fill her time. Selling houses was better than watching soap operas in Jill's book, and it paid better, too. With a little help from some veteran agents, her good looks, and dressing for success, Jill made enough in a year to pay for the new Lexus parked outside. She had left the office at 4pm, hoping the tobacco store would be open while it was still daylight. Her work clothes were tasteful, but also just a little bit sexy. Her coworkers showed her data on how sex sells, even in real estate, but none of them admitted to having done more than tease in order to make a sale. Jill had gone as far as letting an older gentleman grope her ass while she showed him a $1M home, but she never went any farther. Unlike some of her coworkers, she never had to. The storeowner seemed to stop dead in his tracks as he took in the sight of her. Her high heels, long legs, short skirt, and open blouse were completely foreign to him outside of the magazines and videos he pandered. Her radiant red hair and deep blue eyes sparkled in the setting sun peering through the shop's windows. "Can I help you, missy?" the storeowner asked. "I don't know. I think I might be in the wrong place." Jill answered sheepishly. "Not if you're the lady that called an hour ago, asking about some dildos." He acted as if he talked about them every day. Jill nodded, her face turning red from embarrassment. "Follow me." The storeowner walked toward the back of the store and through a black curtain. Jill's heels clicked as she stepped though the opening to the back part of the store. The floor was unfinished cement -- much noisier than the carpeted floor in the tobacco part. Jill had never been in an adult novelty store, bookstore, or video arcade. To say that she was surprised would be an understatement. She had heard from her husband and his friends about the kind of men that would hang out in such places. For the moment, she was relieved that she was the only customer. Jill looked at a few magazines, DVDs, and then found a wall full of various phallic shapes. She had never seen anything like them. She was particularly impressed at the size of some of the toys. "Do women actually use these to masturbate?" Jill asked. "Sometimes, men too." The storeowner smirked. He handed her three boxes. "I pulled these from the back after you called. It's all we have on your list. You'll probably have better luck finding the rest at the other places in town, you just have to be careful." "What do you mean?" Jill asked, more curious than worried. "I mean those places are in a little rougher part of town. You might want to rethink your outfit. Tone it down a bit." He said, looking at her hardened nipples pushing through the fabric of her blouse. Jill could see him staring at her breasts, but wasn't offended. She was used to it. She was a real estate agent. She knew the town. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." Jill politely smiled as she walked towards an opening on the far wall. Lights flashed around the doorframe. Through the door was a hallway with several doors on either side. "What's in here?" Jill asked. "Those are preview rooms." The storeowner almost laughed as he answered. "A few years ago, that was where you could take a video tape and watch it before you bought it. The previous owner upgraded for DVDs, but nowadays, you can watch the same stuff at home, on your computer. Only people that go in there now are just interested in anonymous blowjobs through the glory holes. Cops keep cracking down on it, making me board up the holes, but the low-life's figure out a way to make new ones. Plus, it's a real pain in the butt to keep the floor clean." Jill walked down the hall and opened one of the doors. Inside the booth, there was a plastic patio furniture chair, an ashtray, and a monitor with coin slots and a channel button. She looked down and found she was standing in a slimy substance, and then carefully stepped out of the hallway and back into the store. "Surreal" was all Jill could muster. The storeowner looked into the booth after she stepped out. "Ahh crap. I'm really sorry about that. I thought I cleaned them all out last night." He quickly stepped into a utility room and started running the water to fill up a mop bucket. "I guess I can ring you up and get you on your way, missy," the storeowner paused. "Unless there's anything else." "No. I mean yes. I'll just pay for these. Thanks for the... tour." Jill said. "That'll be $157.80," the storeowner said matter-of-factly. Jill blinked hard. "Seriously?" Jill asked, her face turning red again. "For three dildos?" "Yep, you got some good ones, there, I imagine. Whoever made up your list must be pretty particular. Hope she enjoys 'em." The storeowner smiled, and waited. "They're not all for one person. They're supposed to be party favors at a bachelorette party." Jill handed him two hundred dollar bills. "A party, huh? Dildos and vibrators? How times have changed." The storeowner handed Jill her change. Jill quickly walked out, got in her car only after fumbling with the keyless code for what seemed like an eternity, and sped home -- to her side of town. A few days went by before Jill got up the nerve to call one of the two remaining adult novelty stores. They were strictly porn shops -- no tobacco sales taking place there legally. She tried calling during the day, but there was no answer, a busy signal, or a recording asking her to leave a message. When she finally did get through, the voice on the other end of the line scared her enough to hang up. "Bitch, I ain't got time for yo' shit. You wanna fuckin' dildo, get your ass over here and find you one," the proprietor yelled into her ear. Jill hung up a second later. She was shocked and felt just a little humiliated. With only two weeks before the bachelorette party, she knew she was running out of time. She quickly called the last adult book and video store in the phone book. "Sure, we have some of those," a man answering as Sammy said. "We might even have all of those. We don't close until 4am." "I'm more interested in what time you open," Jill explained. "Well, we got inventory tomorrow, so I'll be in early. Maybe around noon. That work?" Sammy asked. "That'd be great!" Jill said, later realizing she probably sounded too excited. Remembering what the tobacco storeowner told her, Jill decided to really dress down. She found an old pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and flip-flops. She didn't realize she had forgotten to wear a bra or panties until she was halfway to the adult bookstore. She never wore a bra or panties when she wore those clothes - because she normally wouldn't be caught out of the house in those clothes. After several wrong turns, Jill finally found the seedy-looking adult book and video store. Trash was strewn across the sidewalk, and she strongly considered turning around and going home rather than leave her car parked on that street. She bit her lip and looked around. The neighborhood looked deserted. Jill stepped out of the car and quickly walked to the store's front door. Locked. She pulled on it several more times until a short, bald, and slightly overweight black man unlocked the door. "You da' lady on the phone?" Sammy asked. "Yes. Sorry, I thought you said you'd be here at noon." Jill asked, catching a chill. "Yea, it's noon and I'm here... and now you are, too." Sammy smiled as he held the door open for her. "Come on in. I got to lock the door, though, 'cause I'm still doing inventory and shit." "Oh. Okay." Jill said quietly. He had left the key in the door, so she felt she could leave in a hurry if she needed to. Unlike the tobacco store, this establishment wasted no time in showing off it's stock. As soon as the door closed behind her, Jill turned to see hundreds of dildos covering an entire wall, from floor to ceiling. Some were in boxes, some in plastic, but all hung from pegs sticking out from the wall. Jill wondered how long it would take to look through them all. Sammy seemed to have read her mind. "Over here are the simple ones. Smaller and cheaper. What I call the beginner's section. Next, we have more life-like ones. Balls, veins, texture." Sammy spoke as a museum curator. "And over here, these are the pro models. These are some serious shit." Jill couldn't believe the realism, although they seemed to be scaled much larger than life. She reached up for one of the boxes and felt her sweatpants start to fall. Jill quickly reached back down to hold up her pants, and then tied the waist string a little tighter. She could tell that Sammy could see she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Mmm, hmmm." Sammy smiled as he tilted his head. "Well, let me know if you need any help with anything. Just give me a holler when you're ready to check out." "Thanks," Jill said as she caught her breath. The selection was daunting. She looked at the list, and then looked up at the wall and felt overwhelmed. After twenty minutes, she only found four of the remaining seventeen toys. After an hour, she found three more. Sammy came back to the front of the store. "You still here?" Sammy smiled. "I'm really having a tough time finding any more on the list." Jill explained. "Well, give me the list and I'll go back in the storeroom and see what I can find." Sammy offered. Jill wondered why she hadn't just asked him to do that in the first place. "You gotta wait up here, though." Sammy warned. "Look around. See if there's anything else you need. Read some magazines. Watch a movie -- ladies watch for free." "Really?" Jill asked, curious. Sammy walked behind the register counter and unwrapped a role of tokens. "Here, knock yourself out. You've got about $600 worth of latex on that list of yours. If we find everything you need, I might just close up early tonight." Sammy handed her the tokens and pointed to the back of the store. Jill walked around the store, up one isle, and down another. It reminded her of vinyl record stores when she was a little girl. Instead of records, though, these were magazines covering every fetish ever imagined. Jill was no prude, and had allowed her husband to do everything he ever wanted with her -- not that any of it was much of a departure from what she wanted. But the magazines portrayed everything at a much higher level of intensity. The women were younger and more beautiful. The men were athletic and unusually well endowed. She had thought her husband was bigger than average, and it still felt that way whenever they had time for sex, but average for the men in the magazines made her husband's manhood seem almost small in comparison. She found the video arcade. It looked like a room within a room, and in the center were all the booths. The corridor ran around the outside of the booths, ending in a glass enclosure showcasing the current library of movies the patrons could sample. Jill was surprised at the number of gay films. The majority of the other movies seemed centered on blacks on blondes. She figured blacks on redheads didn't sound as catchy. Their loss. She walked down the corridor, stopping a few doors down. She stepped into the booth to find an old steel folding chair, opaque glass windows on each side, and a video screen opposite the door. Under each window was a hole barely big enough to fit a soda can through. "Those must be the glory holes." Jill whispered. Jill turned to close the door behind her and could barely make out the sign on the back of the door. "No sexual activity of any kind permitted on premises by order of city ordnance." "Are you kidding me?" Jill asked, not knowing anyone else was listening. She slid a hook on the door into an eye-ring. That was about as close to a lock as she would get. Jill dropped a token into the coin slot next to the video screen. Nothing happened. She dropped another token into the slot and almost jumped a foot high as the screen came to life and the sounds of a woman moaning filled the booth. Jill felt around the video screen for any kind of knob that would turn down the volume, and instead found an overheard light rheostat. She turned the light all the way up and was finally able to see the volume knob. Once she had the sound turned down to a reasonable level, she turned the overhead light back down and pressed the button on the monitor. The scene changed from retro porn from the '70's to gay porn from the '90's. Two men in a sixty-nine, sucking each other to orgasm. Jill was beside herself. She had never seen anything like it. Not knowing how long two tokens would last, she quickly pressed the button again and again, sampling each of the dozen or so movies. Eventually, the screen went blank. She dropped two more tokens into the slot, and was introduced to another video. This one seemed more current, as the hairstyles appeared more modern, and there seemed to be no pubic hair on any of the actors. Two skinny black men were holding a young white girl, barely eighteen years old. She looked scared at first, but as one of the men dropped to his knees and began licking and fingering her bald pussy, she quickly spread her legs and began to moan. They pulled her onto a bed where they took turns pushing each of their long members down her throat. She gagged several times, but didn't resist, even when it looked like one of the men was choking her with his hand around her throat. They tugged at her nipples which were perched high on small tits. The girl seemed almost relieved when they started fucking her. The screen went black, again. "Damn it." Jill whispered as she pulled her had from her sweatpants. She froze for a moment. "Holy shit. I was getting myself off on that." Jill smiled to herself and decided to drop all of the remaining tokens into the coin slot. The screen went bright, then dim, then bright again, this time showing yet another movie. "No, no, no." Jill whined as she pressed the button several times in attempt to find the movie she had just been watching. When she finally found it, she looked around the booth. It was surprisingly cleaner than the booth at the tobacco store. She couldn't seem to sit on the chair and pull her sweatpants down enough to rub her clit adequately. She decided to take off her sweatpants and fold them up, making a little cushion for the folding chair. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but that movie had made her so hot, and seeing those long black dicks in that girl's mouth, hands, and pussy made her wetter than she had been in a long time. Jill leaned back on the chair and raised her legs. Her perfectly painted toenails glistened as she placed her feet on each of the side window ledges. She rubbed her clit with one hand while squeezing her nipples with the other. As the black men changed positions, Jill began fingering her pussy in time with their thrusts. When they turned the girl over, exposing her small, firm ass, Jill panted harder. One of the men started licking the girl's small, puckered asshole, while the skinny black man underneath her continued to slide his long pole in and out of her pussy. Jill could barely contain herself. Jill spit on her hand and rubbed her asshole. She knew what was coming next in the video, and the anticipation was causing her pussy to gush. She continued to rub her clit with one hand while pushing on the bud of her asshole with the other. As if staying in time with the action on the screen, Jill slid her index finger into her asshole as one of the black men slid his long, slick dick into the young girls ass. The girl seemed to squirm at first, arching her back, and pushing against his thigh with her hand. But then, the two black men stopped moving altogether. Jill froze, too. The two black men remained motionless, but the young white girl began to move forward, and then back. Forward, and back. She was fucking herself on their shiny, wet dicks. Jill had tried anal twice with her husband, and while he came quickly, she didn't come at all. This was completely different. She fingered her asshole faster while pressing harder on her clit. The wetness from her pussy dripped onto her asshole, prompting Jill to add a second, and eventually a third finger. Jill watched as the young, white girl continued to impale herself on those two black dicks until the sounds of Jill finger fucking her asshole echoed throughout the booth. Jill surprised herself when she came. She knew she was on the brink for at least three minutes, and she rode that feeling as long as she could. She wanted to scream at the onset, but held it in, instead making a choking noise as she soaked her sweatpants. The hidden cameras captured every detail. Jill looked up to see the two black men depositing their semen onto the girls face, as if on cue. Jill felt a secondary orgasm overcome her and she let out a deep sigh. The girl seemed to suck what was left in each of the black stud's balls, then scooped some of their come from her face into her mouth. She swallowed, then opened her mouth for the camera and smiled. Seconds later, the screen went blank and the booth was completely dark. Jill lowered her legs from the window ledges and felt around the floor with her bare feet. She kicked one flip-flop, but found the other and stood up. She reached around until she found the overhead light rheostat. She turned it slightly, but the booth instantly filled with bright light. She could see her reflection in the glass panes on either side. Jill She reached down for her sweatpants and couldn't believe how wet they were. "Did I do all that?!" Jill said out loud. She tried to put them on, but it looked as if she pissed on herself. She took her sweatpants off again, and rolled them up under her arm. She pulled on her sweatshirt, stretching it to the point of covering her ass, but just barely. Less than a minute later, the shirt pulled back to its original size and shape, exposing her firm, beautiful ass and almost hairless pussy. A friend of a friend had recommended a doctor that could make shaving pubic hair a thing of the past. Jill had stopped short of being completely bald down there, if only to remind herself that she was a natural redhead. "Shit, shit, shit." Jill whispered as she unrolled her wet sweatpants. The knock on the door almost made her jump out of here sweatshirt. "Everything okay in there?" Sammy asked. "It's about time to open up. I'm guessing you want to maybe pay and be on your way?" "Just a minute," Jill said as she struggled to get her sweatpants back on. When she opened the door, there were three large black men standing in the corridor. Embarrassed, Jill quickly walked past them, tripping and stepping out of one of her flip-flops. She turned to put it back on, and her sweatpants slid down just enough to show the top of the crack of her ass. "Mmmmm. I have got to get me some of that!" One of the black men said as he gripped his groin. Jill quickly walked up to the counter. Sammy had already bagged all of her merchandise. He seemed to be taking forever to ring her up, though. She had $700 in her pocket. She handed Sammy the wad of cash, and told him to keep the change. Jill grabbed the bag and shyly walked toward the door, barely noticing the small color security TV screen behind the counter. "See you later, Red." Sammy called to her. "What do you mean? And why are you calling me red, other than the obvious?" Jill asked, exhausted. "Well, I got all but two of what you were looking for, but I think you found somethin' else, huh?" Sammy stepped from behind the counter. Jill hadn't noticed it before, but Sammy had placed his penis in one of his trouser legs, and it looked to extend halfway to his knee. "Thanks, and my name is Jill, not Red." Jill had no idea why she just told him her name. "Oh, that's okay Red. I just figured you for a natural, that's all. Just watch out for the Po-Po. Officer Friendly talks real nice, but he's a real motherfucker. Figured I owed that to ya' after making my day and all. Name's Sammy by the way, I told you before, but you probably forgot." "Thanks, Sammy. And yes, this is my real hair color." Jill felt only slightly more comfortable, even with wet sweatpants that she could barely keep on her waist. "I knew it!" Sammy said as the door closed behind her. Jill breathed a sigh of relief to see her car where she left it, in one piece, and no scratches or graffiti on it. She tapped in the keyless code, pressed the engine start button, and slowly drove out of the neighborhood. The sun had already started to set. As she adjusted her rearview mirror, she noticed a police car behind her. She wondered how long he'd been following her. When the red and blue lights went on, she knew she was about to find out. Jill's sweatpants were still wet in several places. She shifted her legs, and then frantically looked in her glove box for her insurance card. Her driver's license was in her purse... in her bedroom. "Shit, shit, shit." Jill said between clenched teeth. The police officer tapped her window with his pen. Jill lowered the window and presented her best real estate agent smile. "Is there a problem, officer?" Jill asked. "You tell me. Are you lost, little lady?" the police officer asked, eyeing the black bags in the back seat. "No. I mean, yes. I think I took a wrong turn, but I'm okay now." Jill's smile holding steady. "What's in the bags?" the officer pulled out a flashlight. "Ummm, party favors. They're party favors for a bachelorette party for a friend of my daughter's." Jill offered. "Mind if I have a look?" the officer asked. "Do you have to? It's a little embarrassing. Besides, I really need to get home." Jill's smile began to fade. "Look, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. I see something that looks suspicious. You look out of place. Something doesn't add up, and I want to check it out. If you're not doing anything illegal, you're free to go. Clear?" the officer explained, waiting for Jill to unlock the back door. Jill slid her finger along the unlock switch and the police officer opened the door behind her. When he dumped the contents of the bags onto her back seat, he stepped back and laughed. "Lady, if you're not telling the truth, you have issues." He smiled at her, closing the door. "Can I go, now?" Jill asked. "Yeah, you can go. Watch yourself, or someone else will." He added. Jill read his nameplate. Friendly. "Thank you, officer." Jill's smile returned, not exactly sure what he meant. "Friendly, Officer Friendly." The policeman grinned. His white teeth were a stark contrast to his dark skin. He turned and walked back toward his patrol car. He spoke into his radio on his shoulder before getting inside, and then drove past her. "He seemed nice," Jill thought, remembering what Sammy had said, and dismissing it as coincidence. Jill managed to get home before her husband or daughter and quickly hid the party favors under her bed. She would be able to explain over $700 worth of dildos and vibrators to her husband easily enough, but her 18-year-old daughter might get other ideas. Her daughter had started her freshman year of college only a month ago, but she still came home almost every other weekend to spend time with her high school friends or Jill's sister with the huge in-ground pool. It was Friday. Her husband's flight was scheduled to land in an hour. She had just enough time to take a bath. As Jill undressed, she looked at herself a little differently in the mirror. She remembered the video in the adult bookstore, and how the young white girl had her hairless pussy fucked hard by two hairless black dicks. She may have been 38 years old, but her body looked better than most girls half her age. Jill tugged at the barely noticeable tuft of orange pubic hair. She pressed some of her husband's shaving cream into her hand, and then lightly tapped it on her pubic mound. She rinsed his razor under hot water, and then, with one swipe, shaved the few remaining strands of hair from above her pussy. Jill wiped her mound clean with a washcloth, and then stepped in front of her full-length mirror to admire the new look. "Not bad." Jill thought out loud as she turned side to side. Naked, she walked back to the bed, and knelt down. She reached under the bed for one of the boxed dildos. "Not that one," Jill shoved it back under and reached for another. "There we go." Jill beamed. She opened the cardboard box and let a chocolate-colored 10" dildo fall onto the bed. The toy was molded after a porn star, and was one of the more expensive models thanks to the featured hand-painted veins and suction-cupped base. The head of the toy was easily as thick as Jill's wrist and became wider toward the base. She walked back in front of the mirror and imagined herself being roughly handled while this black dick pressed against her face, her belly, and her ass. Within seconds, Jill could feel her clitoris begin to throb. She rinsed the toy under warm water, and then sat in front of her full-length mirror. She turned her body this way and that until her position resembled that of the girl in the movie. The toy in her hand was easily twice as thick as the poles of the skinny black men in the video, but Jill was willing to improvise. Her wet pussy easily lubricated the dildo, but she had to push it in slowly. Only the first three inches would go in, but that was enough. She eased the dildo in and out for a few minutes before changing positions. She wasn't strong enough to push it any further inside her, so she decided to squat on top of the toy. The bedroom was carpeted, so she moved to the tiled floor in the bathroom. The suction cup base held the large dildo in place, but now she couldn't see what she was doing. As she walked back into the bedroom to move the full-length mirror, she heard the garage door open. "Fuck!" Jill said, frustrated. She quickly took the dildo box off the top of the bed and threw it under. She almost slipped as she tried to unstick the dildo from the floor. The suction cup worked well. She finally dislodged the toy and folded it in a towel, then carefully stepped into the shower. "Honey, I'm home!" Jill's husband, Brian called. "I'm in the shower!" Jill replied. Brian climbed the stairs to the bedroom, and began to undress. Although he was exhausted, he was finding the energy to take advantage of the situation. "Our daughter is going to stay with your sister this weekend. I just got off the phone with her." Brian called out from the bedroom. The water was finally starting to get warm. Jill's nipples stuck out stiff from her breasts. She hadn't intended to rub her clit while she showered, but she couldn't help herself. She abruptly stopped when Brian opened the shower door. "Can I come inside?" He asked. "Of course. We're married, right?" Jill smiled. "I meant inside the shower, Jill." Brian corrected her before noticing her clean-shaven mound. "Whoa, what made you do that?" "I don't know. Just thought I'd try a new look. Do you like it?" Jill turned, giving him a view of her swollen clit. Brian reached for her pussy as she reached for his thickening cock. They kissed hard while he ran his hand over her smooth mound and slid three fingers inside her. His thumb pressed hard and then rolled around over her clitoris. Jill's knees went weak. She squatted down and engulfed his manhood. He wasn't as thick as the toy, or as long, but his seven inches had given her countless orgasms. She was familiar with every angle; every vein, and every spasm he would create just before climax. She took his entire length down her throat -- something she had never done before. The act surprised both of them and Brian came on Jill's face as she gagged. "Holy shit!" Brian exclaimed. "Yeah, holy shit!" Jill looked up at him, his come instantly being rinsed from her face. Brian had come on her face before, but this time she actually enjoyed it. He helped her to her feet, and Jill stepped out of the shower first. She reached for a towel, and caught the dildo before it hit the floor. Jill quickly wrapped the toy back in the towel and carried it to the bedroom. Brian stepped out of the shower and searched for another towel, giving Jill just enough time to throw the toy under the bed and lay out her towel. She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and then laid back. As Brian walked in, Jill pulled her legs back, exposing her smooth pussy and pink asshole. His mouth was on her pussy in seconds. Brian had always made Jill come with his mouth. This time was no different. He rolled his tongue over her clit and between her labia, nibbling gently at first, and then pressing a little harder. He introduced two fingers inside her, pressing upward, rubbing up and back. Jill could feel the orgasm building, but she had been on the brink twice in the last ten minutes. She wanted him to take her over the edge. Jill reached down and pulled his hand from her pussy, and guided it to her ass. Brian continued to use his mouth and tongue on her and grabbed at her ass cheeks. He squeezed hard, but Jill guided his middle finger to her asshole. When he paused, she bucked her pussy hard into his face, causing his nose to sting and his eyes to water. "Finger my asshole." Jill whispered. Brian's cock twitched. He was already hard, but now he was afraid he might come before he even had a chance to make love to her. Brian licked Jill's pussy faster as he carefully slid his middle finger into Jill's rectum. He had only pushed an inch of his finger inside when Jill let out a loud moan. "That's it! Yes!" Jill cried. Brian pushed his finger in further, and Jill grabbed his wrist. He began to withdraw his finger from her asshole -- afraid he'd hurt her -- but Jill stopped him. Instead, she pulled his arm so his finger would go in deeper. She wanted him to finger-fuck her ass. He pumped his finger into Jill's bottom faster and faster as he struggled to keep his mouth on her pussy. In what would have sounded like a cry of pain to anyone else, Jill came hard. She flooded Brian's mouth as her anus cut off all circulation to his finger. Brian knew that Jill could have multiple waves of orgasm, so he continued to lap at her gushing pussy until she finally asked him to stop. "It's okay. I'm good. That was fantastic." Jill panted. She pushed him back, stood up, and then turned around. She crawled up on the bed on all fours with her ass facing him, then bent down to her elbows. "If you promise to be quick, you can come in my ass, sweetheart." Jill said as she looked over her shoulder. "It's okay. We'll just take another shower." Brian was beside himself. He wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but he also knew that she hadn't liked the two previous times he had wanted to fuck her in the ass. The fact that she wasn't only willing, but asking him... "My pussy first, please." Jill startled him. "I don't want you tearing me apart." Brian easily slid his swollen dick inside her wet cunt. She pushed back against him, forcing his entire length inside. "There, that should do it, don't you think?" Jill asked. She sounded almost drunk. She pulled forward until just the head of Brian's dick remained inside her pussy. Brian waited for a moment, then withdrew his slick member and placed the head at her puckered asshole. Jill moved back as he held his tool steady. There was resistance at first, but she pushed back harder until the head of Brian's cock disappeared inside her rectum. Jill exhaled deeply. Brian felt her relax and pushed himself in a little deeper. Jill clenched the bed sheets. This hurt. She wasn't sure what made her think it would be any different, and right now it hurt. "Wait a minute." Jill interrupted. "Come lay down. I want to be on top." Brian did as he was told and Jill positioned herself so she could ease herself down on him. He had a perfect view of her bald pussy. He still couldn't believe she did that. She squeezed his dick hard as she guided it into her asshole, this time with less resistance. As Brian's come filled her bowels, Jill felt less and less pain. She bounced on his cock three more times before it popped out of her ass, followed by a seemingly endless stream of semen. Jill leaned forward and kissed Brian all over his face. "Thank you." Jill said between kisses. "Thank you for fucking me in the ass, sweetheart." "Anytime?" Brian asked. "What's gotten into you -- not that I'm complaining?" "I don't know. I just felt like getting a little wild with my husband. Okay?" Jill asked as she stepped off the bed. Come dripped down her legs and she quickly stepped into the shower. Brian laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, while their daughter, Andi, quietly sneaked back into her room. He didn't realize she needed to come home to grab some clothes for the weekend. "Way to go, mom and dad." Andi whispered. She witnessed her parent's sex act from behind the partially opened bedroom door. Like her mother, Andi would get very wet when aroused, and the crotch of her jeans was soaked. "That was awesome." Jill woke up to find her husband already showered, shaved, and dressed. The three-day suitcase was packed and placed next to the door. "I thought you had the next week home?" Jill asked. "I thought so, too, but I got a text an hour ago. Looks like I'm going to Barbados." Brian said with a grin. "Wanna go with me?" "You know I do, but I can't. I'm still trying to get all the party-favors together for the bachelorette party. Plus, I'm supposed to show a few houses today. I'm not sure I can even walk." Jill sighed as she pulled back the sheets. Brian stared at her recently-shaven pussy. Last night was the first time in their marriage that she had done that. Last night was also the first time she had asked him to have anal sex with her, and the first time she had thanked him for doing it. He wasn't sure if he should be delighted or worried that she'd crossed over into some new territory. "Have you been reading Cosmo, or something?" Brian asked timidly. Jill smirked. Jill's pussy and asshole were still tender from the night before. She decided to wear a blouse, bra, and skirt, but no panties. Brian had put new sheets on the bed last night while she was in the shower. It appeared that anal sex could be a little messier than one would be led to believe from the movies. She carefully carried the laundry downstairs, started a load, and made a pot of coffee. Jill's daughter, Andi, smelled the coffee brewing and decided to join her parents for a cup. "I thought you were staying by your aunt's?" Brian asked nervously. "I am, but I had to come home and get my swimsuit and clothes." Andi chirped. "When did you get home?" Jill asked. "Last night. It was pretty late. I was so tired; I must have passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I don't think an earthquake would have woken me up." Andi smiled. Jill looked at Brian, signaling relief. Brian finished his coffee and kissed Jill deeply before walking out the door. "Wow, that was a good kiss!" Andi commented. "Are you guys taking Viagra or something?" "No dear," Jill was quick to respond. "That's not necessary for your father and I -- yet," Jill smiled. "So, how's the scavenger hunt going?" Andi asked. "What are you talking about?" Jill said, defensively. "Oh, come on. I know you're buying the party favors for the bachelorette party." Andi said shyly. "Dildos, right?" "Nobody was supposed to know!" Jill's face reddened. "How did you find out?" "Oh, I have my ways." Andi grinned. "Can I see what you have so far?" "Absolutely not, Andrea!" Jill almost dropped her coffee cup. "You'll just have to wait until the party like everyone else, okay?" "Okay, mom." Andi smiled and carried her coffee back to her bedroom. Jill's first client was an older gentleman in his late sixties. His wife recently passed away and his house was too big without her. He wanted to sell his house and move into an apartment or condominium. Jill found several interested buyers for his house, but he couldn't seem to make up his mind on a condo. "Mr. Roth, we've been to the best three condominiums in town." Jill pleaded. "Surely, there's something that sticks out in at least one of them?" Mr. Roth couldn't help but stare at Jill's legs. He had behaved himself until now. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but he found himself unusually aroused sitting next to her in her car. "Which one do you like the best?" Mr. Roth asked. "It really doesn't matter to me. I want you to be happy. That's what you're paying me for -- whenever you decide." Jill pulled the car in front of the last condominium she would show him that day. "I hope you find something you like, soon, or I'll get pulled from this job and one of the other guys from the office will take over." "This is the most expensive of the one's you've shown me, isn't it?" Mr. Roth asked. "Yes, Mr. Roth. It's in the nicest neighborhood, great location, and great resale value." Jill answered, turning her back on him while she turned on lights and opened doors and cabinets. Jill When she turned around, Mr. Roth unzipped his pants and pulled out his half-erect member. Jill was shocked, and somewhat amazed at his... audacity. "Mr. Roth? What are you doing?" Jill asked, already knowing the answer. So many of her colleagues had been faced with this before, she knew it was only a matter of time when it would be her turn. "You said it yourself; I'm paying you to make me happy. You'll get $10,000 commission, easily if I buy this place, right?" Mr. North asked as his penis thickened before her eyes. "Yes, but..." Jill stammered. She wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind. "But nothing. Make me happy." Mr. Roth pointed his erect prick at her. Jill hesitated. She had thought Mr. Roth to be a classy gentleman up until now. Her phone rang. Another agent was on his way to show the condominium and would be there with his clients in ten minutes. Jill passed the information to Mr. Roth, hoping he would put himself back in his pants. Instead, he tugged at his swollen tool. "Guess you better hurry, if you really want me to buy this place." Mr. Roth grinned. Jill quickly walked up to Mr. Roth, her high heels clicking on the bare floor. The skin on his shaft was soft. She lightly caressed his testicles while stroking his cock with her other hand. "I'm not happy, yet." Mr. Roth whispered. Jill hiked up her skirt so it wouldn't split, and squatted on her high heels. Mr. Roth didn't seem to notice that she wasn't wearing panties. As soon as Jill placed the head of his dick in her mouth, he closed his eyes and grinned. "Now, I'm starting to become happy." Mr. Roth smiled. Jill had two other showings that day, and another agent was going to be there in less than five minutes. She couldn't afford to have this dirty old man come all over her face and hair. She knew she would have to swallow whatever his sixty year-old his balls produced. Her head bobbed quickly, but almost precisely. Mr. Roth's orgasm was quick and intense. His load filled her mouth immediately, and Jill struggled to swallow the first spasm. When he realized Jill was swallowing his come, his legs became weak. Jill looked up after sucking the last of his semen from his deflating erection and her face filled with panic. "Oh my god, tell me you're not having a heart attack!" Jill cried out. It was only after she stood back up that Mr. Roth noticed her lack of panties and her shaved pussy. "I don't think so, but now that I've seen that pretty cunny of yours, I'm not so sure." Mr. Roth panted. Jill pulled her skirt down and straightened her blouse. She checked her make-up in the bathroom mirror. "Not too bad." Jill thought. "Most of my lipstick is around the base of his cock, no doubt." Mr. Roth had barely finished zipping his fly when the other real estate agent and clients walked in. Jill walked in from the bathroom, having a little color in her face as if she had been running. "I'm sorry, but I think you're too late on this one." Jill said to the other agent. "Mr. Roth, here, is buying this place, isn't that right?" Jill smiled at Mr. Roth. "Ummm, well, I have to make an offer." Mr. Roth said. "Nonsense, you just told me that I made you very happy -- by finding this place -- and you'd have to have it, no matter what the price." Jill smiled at Mr. Roth again, licking her lips ever so slightly. "I'm late for another showing, but the guys at the office will be able to walk you through the forms. I'll call ahead and let them know you're on your way, Mr. Roth!" Jill walked up to Mr. Roth on the way out and kissed him quickly on the mouth. Her back was to her colleague and the other buyers. They couldn't see that she had stuck her tongue in Mr. Roth's mouth. Her breath smelled of his come. "Remember me the next time you need a real estate agent. I really enjoyed working with you!" Jill said as she walked out the door, rubbing her thumb and fingers together making the money sign. "How can I forget?" Mr. Roth whispered to himself. Jill felt empowered. She had just made $10,000.00! She called her next clients and was relieved to find that they had to cancel that afternoon, but would like to schedule something next week. That gave her three hours until her next showing. She considered going back to the office, but then she would have to tease Mr. Roth again, and she wasn't sure if his heart could handle it. Instead, Jill drove to the last of three adult bookstores in town that carried the so-called party favors for the bachelorette party. When she had called days before, the voice on the other end of the phone was rude and crass. Jill had felt humiliated when he had hung up on her. Had she not had such a successful morning, she might have considered driving several hours out of town to find the last two dildos on her list. The previous place she visited was rough in it's own way, but the salesperson, Sammy, was nice to her. He might even have been gentlemanly, if such a thing was possible in an adult bookstore in a bad part of town. The last possible place in town that might have what she needed was located in a desolate area. All the other businesses had closed down, except for a coin-op laundry, a bar, and a gas station that no longer sold gas. It was early, so there was a chance the place wouldn't even be open. To Jill's surprise, it was not only open, but also it had about ten customers. Andi had waited until she was sure her mom would not come back to the house before she went into her parent's room. Her mom had been hiding Christmas and birthday toys under the bed for years, so it came as no surprise that Jill would put the party favors under the bed as well. Andi pulled several of the toys from under the bed and laid them out, arranging them by size and color. "Not bad, mom. You almost found all of them." Andi smiled, removing one of the toys from its cardboard packaging. Andi had promised her mom that she would remain a virgin until she was married, and she had kept that promise -- to a degree. She was not only the smartest girl in her class, but she was the smartest girl in her high school. Her grades in college have been straight A's. As far as her parents were concerned, she was the perfect daughter. Andi was also very attractive in her own way. Her face was pretty, but plain without makeup. Her strawberry blond hair was blonder than strawberry, and her freckles were more noticeable than on her redheaded mother. Her breasts were small, much to her disappointment considering Jill's bosom. Her legs, though, seemed perfectly sculpted just like her mother's. She had been on the swim team throughout high school, tanned regularly, and never smoked, drank, or experimented with drugs. Her only vice... boys. No penis had ever entered her vagina. Tongues, yes. Fingers, a few. But no penises. The same could not be said for the other orifices in her body. At eighteen, she had no less than twenty dicks in her mouth, though not at the same time. Her first "serious" boyfriend had licked her pussy so well; he could bring her to orgasm in less than three minutes. He was so consistent in satisfying her, that she felt obligated to let him put his penis in her mouth. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, at first. She got better, though. Within a month, she was so good at giving head; she began trying out her new skill on more casual boyfriends -- the ones that normally received a kiss on the cheek after the movie and dinner. Some of the boys wanted more, and even complained to some of her friends that she wouldn't put out. She was firm in her promise to her mom. But her mom didn't say anything about anal sex. For the boys she really liked, she offered her ass. Most of the boys gladly accepted the alternative to her pussy. A natural quick-learner, she became as comfortable with anal sex as she was giving blowjobs. Andi's grandmother passed away years ago, but Andi bought enemas "for her grandma" at the local drugstore ever since starting college. At least, that's what she told the pharmacist. None of the boys having anal sex with Andi were very big, so her vaginal virginity remained intact -- as far as she knew. She stared at the "super-dong" in her hands. Although tempting, Andi decided to not lose her virginity to a toy. She put the large dildo back in its box. Her clit throbbed. "Patience," Andi consoled herself. She'd have a mouth on her pussy before the night was over. Jill was glad that this was the last adult bookstore she was going to patronize. Had she gone to this location first, she doubted she would have had the nerve to go to any others. There weren't many books or magazines on the racks. There weren't many sex toys, either. There was very little fetish porn, outside of interracial, gangbang, and the gay versions of each. Jill's calves flexed as she reached up for one of the toys remaining on the list. Her legs didn't go unnoticed. "You sho' are fine, little lady," one of the patrons complimented. "Thanks." Jill said without looking at him. "Could you get this for me?" "Sho, little lady." The patron effortlessly reached up and handed Jill the large dildo. "Mine's bigger." Jill turned and looked at him. He was easily six feet tall and 250 lbs. She could barely make out his facial features, but could see his glowing white eyes and teeth when he smiled. She accidentally rubbed his fingers when she took the toy from his hand. They were larger than any fingers she had ever seen. "I believe you." Jill smiled, not sure what else she could have said. "Would you mind helping me find one more?" "You don't need no toy, little lady. I gots what you need right here." The patron reached out and grabbed Jill's forearm, placing her hand on a bulge that stretched from his groin halfway down to his knee. Jill was scared, but she also couldn't help but try to get her hand around the bulge. It was as thick as a soda can. "Thanks for the offer. Really. But I'm on my lunch break and I'm just trying to get these toys for a bachelorette party. I don't actually use these things." Jill confided. The storeowner interrupted their conversation. "Bitch, you either buy somethin' or go trick somewhere's else!" Jill recognized the voice as the man that hung up on her days prior. "You think I'm a prostitute?" Jill asked. She was almost flattered, but she also knew that if she cowered now, she would have a hard time finding the last dildo on the list. "I'm trying to buy some goddamned toys for a bachelorette party. Will you let me do that? I promise I'll never set foot in your store again. Okay?" Jill held out her hand and showed him the list. "Awe shit, we got us a firecracker. A redheaded firecracker!" The storeowner smiled bearing several gold-capped teeth. He was skinny, and had it not been for the wrinkles in his face, he could have passed for a teenager. He looked at the list and pretended to look concerned. "Yes, missus, we got dat one, but only one left." He joked. "Great. I'll take it and be on my way." Jill crossed her arms, being careful not to drop the toy she was able to find. "I don't think so." The storeowner said. "I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. I think you need to learn some respect." "Are you fucking kidding me?" Jill just wanted to get out of there. "Okay. Tell you what; you can buy these rubber dicks for $500 each today, or you can come back tomorrow with some respect and I'll sell them to you for the sale price of $50." The storeowner paused proud of himself. "I'm not paying a thousand dollars for a couple of dildos." Jill sighed and handed the toy in her hand back to the well-hung patron. "Then get the fuck out my store, bitch!" The storeowner tried to kick Jill in the behind, but missed and caught his foot on a magazine rack. Jill quickly turned around. She wanted to ask why he was so angry, but decided to give him something to think about, instead. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and quickly raised it, flashing her hairless pussy for barely a second. "Respect this!" She turned around and walked to her car. Before the door closed behind her, the well-hung patron called out, "Hey Red, you come back tomorrow, and I'll buy those toys for you!" The other men in the store smiled at each other while the storeowner looked at the dildos and laughed. Jill quickly drove away, meeting her last clients of the day in front of the ranch house in the good school district. She didn't notice the police car that followed her out of the neighborhood. Her clients were more exhausted than Jill, and didn't like the house. "Well, the day started out well." Jill sighed as she drove home. The house was quiet. Andi was at Jill's sister's house. Brian was on a plane headed for Barbados on a business trip. Jill was exhausted. She opened a bottle of wine, thinking she'd only have one glass before falling asleep. She was on her third glass by the time she walked up to the bedroom. Jill collapsed shortly after placing the glass on the nightstand. She dreamt of the well-hung patron holding her in his large hands. Probing her with his large fingers. Fucking her with his unbelievably large cock. Jill woke up to find her sheets wet. She quickly stood up, but soon realized she was naked -- and still a little drunk. She didn't remember taking off her clothes. "Why didn't I just pay that asshole $1000 for those two dildos?" Jill said to herself. "It's not like I didn't just make $10,000 blowing Mr. Roth." Jill pouted. She looked at the clock on the dresser. 1:00 a.m. Jill rummaged through her closet and found a short black leather skirt she had bought for an office "'80's" themed party, a black lace push-up bra, and a white, thin-mesh blouse. She thought about stockings and a garter, but she could only find one fishnet stocking. She didn't bother with panties -- not because her pussy and asshole still hurt -- but because she didn't think she needed them. Besides, she would just have to take them off, anyway, if she went through with what she was thinking. When she stepped out of the shower, she felt more alert, but still determined. She carefully applied her make-up and fixed her hair, and then looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She thought she was "reasonably pretty" most of the time. Now, for a 38 year-old wife and mother, she was "fucking hot." "I'm really going to give that rude, mean, gold-toothed asshole something to remember." Jill winked at herself, and then picked up the phone to call a taxi. Jill brought enough cash to pay for a taxi there and back, and of course, buy a couple of the largest realistic dildos ever made for the inflated thousand-dollar price. It had started raining on the way to the bookstore. She was glad she had worn a pair of old high-heeled sandals, but wished she had brought an umbrella. She waited a moment before stepping out of the cab, hoping the rain would die down. The taxi driver said he would have to turn the meter back on if she stayed in his cab much longer. She asked if he had a newspaper -- anything to keep her hair dry -- and he handed her a three day-old copy of the Times. As if on cue, the rain fell harder and the wind blew faster as soon as Jill stepped out of the taxi. She held the paper above and to the side of her head, managing to keep her face and hair dry, but little else. Her white blouse was plastered to her skin. She shivered as soon as she walked through the door. Jill stood on the floor mat just inside the door, water dripping from her blouse and skirt. This wasn't the statement she had in mind. She had wanted to make every man in the store drool over her, but she especially wanted the rude store owner to get an eyeful. Instead, she looked like she fell in a swimming pool and managed to keep her head above water. She was drenched. The rude store owner was nowhere in sight, either. A short black woman was behind the counter in his place. "You lost, white girl?" the black woman asked, "or are you trickin'?" Shivering, Jill managed to explain the story of the bachelorette party and the remaining party favors she was yet to buy. "Yeah, that T.J. is an asshole, sometimes," the black woman. "Sorry about that and all. He not all there, ya' know?" Jill smiled, shaking. The black woman pressed a button and spoke into a microphone on the counter. Her voice carried to the back of the store, "Dee, you got your gym bag here?" "Iris, I told you I ain't going to the gym in this weather," a voice answered. "Well, bring it up here. I might need some of yo' stuff." Iris added. Iris looked at Jill. Where Iris was short, black, and very heavy around the butt and legs, Jill was tall, white, and slender but curvy in all the right places. "You sure you not ho'in?" Iris asked. "Positive. Married, mother, real estate agent. I just want to buy those toys and go home." Jill answered. "This was just to get into T.J.'s head so maybe he wouldn't be so mean. So much for that idea, huh?" "Well, look at you, though. You gonna get pneumonia in those clothes. Dee, here, has sweatpants and a sweatshirt you can wear if you want to try to give your clothes a chance to dry a bit." Iris took the gym bag from Dee, the patron from earlier. Jill looked at Dee. "You work here?" "Yeah, sometimes." Dee answered. "The rest of the time I'm a fireman. This isn't glamorous or nothin', but sis' needs me to keep the trouble out, so I do." "Well, that's very nice of you." Jill shifted. "Dee." "Dee, why don't you sho' Red to one of the booths so she can get out of her wet clothes?" Iris saw the look on Dee's face, and then added, "So she can change into your gym clothes while they dry." Dee frowned slightly. "I'm gonna see where T.J. put those two dildos." Iris walked to the back of the store. An elderly black man entered the store while two middle-aged black men walked out. Another two men exited the video booth area as Dee showed Jill to a vacant viewing booth. "Ever been in one of these?" Dee asked. "No, why?" Jill lied. "Well, you have to be careful. Sometimes the floor can be slippery. Mostly from guys beatin' off and not having the courtesy to nut in a hanky or somethin' like dat." Dee explained. He opened the door for her. Jill walked inside, taking the clothes from Dee, and then closing the door behind her. Elsewhere, she could hear tokens dropping into video machines, and movies begin playing, skipping, and playing again as the occupants changed channels. She heard someone enter the video booth to her right and caught a glimpse of an eyeball peering through the waist-high hole in the wall between her booth and his. A moment later, someone entered the booth to Jill's left and immediately deposited several tokens into the viewing machine. She bent over and looked through the hole on the left to try to see the movie the occupant was watching. The occupant to her left had unzipped his pants and was quickly stroking himself to erection as he watched a tanned goddess get slapped in the face with a fat, flaccid black dick. The tanned blonde then leaned back while the large black man squatted over her face. The blonde in the video licked the underside of the man's scrotum, and then licked around his anus before finally plunging her tongue deep inside his hole. "Wow." Jill said quietly. "I'm not sure if I should be grossed out or turned on." Jill's clothes were still dripping wet, creating new puddles in the video booth. She stood up and peeled off her wet clothes, including her bra. Jill put on the sweatshirt first, and when she could see that it was as big as a dress, she folded the over-sized sweatpants. She had already added to the mess on the floor, so she didn't think a little more water would hurt anything. She wrung out her shirt and bra, and rolled her skirt several times until most of the water was out, then spread everything on the back of the single chair in the booth. Jill She bent over to see how the occupant was coming along on her left only to find the booth empty and the video screen cycling through previews. She hadn't brought her purse, so she tucked her driver's license and money in her bra. Thankfully, only the outside $100 bill was wet. She carefully stepped to the right side booth. An eye continued to watch her. He probably watched as she undressed, and who could blame him? Video is one thing, but she was a real-live redheaded white woman, barely out of reach. Jill wondered what Iris and Dee would think of her if she went out to buy some tokens. Surely, they must have been wondering what she was doing in there. Maybe they figured she was afraid to walk out in oversized sweatpants, sweatshirt, and slinky high-heeled sandals. "Psst." Jill whispered to the staring eye. There was no response. "Psst. Can I buy some tokens from you?" Jill asked. The eye blinked and then the occupant stood up. Jill looked back at her door. "Hey..." Jill started. "Be quiet." The occupant's voice sounded familiar. "I'll get you all the tokens you want, but you have to be quiet." "Dee?" Jill asked. She was answered with the sight of several tokens being dropped through the hole and falling onto the wet floor. She reached her hand through the hole and felt a very large hand grab hold of hers. She then felt a role of tokens pushed into her hand. She carefully pulled her hand and tokens back through the hole, stood up, and clicked toward the video screen. Jill watched as the previews cycled. When she was satisfied there was material worth watching, she deposited the entire roll into the coin slot. She stepped back toward the chair and sat on the folded sweatpants. She selected the tanned blonde video that the left occupant had been watching. The blonde was having her pussy stuffed by a fat, but not particularly long black cock. The girl looked barely twenty years old, but the black man could have been in his fifties. Judging by the blonde's pigtails, "old black man does little white girl" seemed to be the intended plot of the story. It worked for the guy that had been in the booth on the left, so it worked for Jill. There were no windows or window ledges in this particular booth, so Jill had to hold her feet up as she began fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Her abdominal muscles rippled as she raised her legs and leaned back. She found her rhythm and felt her clit swell under her fingers. There was a knock at the door. Jill stood up too quickly and almost slipped. She felt dizzy. Could she still be drunk? She pulled the sweatshirt down around her hips, not realizing she was only barely covering her pussy. It was Dee with a bag. "Here, I already paid for them. Said I would, so here." Dee whispered. "I can pay you. I brought money." Jill said. "No, it's okay, as long as you keep doin' what yo' doin' and don't mind if I watch." Dee said with the sound of hope in his voice. "I don't mind." Jill took the bag and looked inside. Two dildos and another roll of tokens were barely visible. "Thank you, Dee." Jill closed the door and hung the bag on the doorknob. She slid the sliding latch to lock the door, but knew it was really just there for looks. A soft breeze could probably blow the door open. She reached into the bag and found the elusive toy that had caused so much trouble. It wasn't very wide, but it was eighteen inches long. The box claimed it had a realistic foreskin, floating balls in the sack, and the shaft had something called "jack-o-matic" action. She turned the box over and could see that -- with batteries installed -- the shaft shortened and lengthened, requiring the user to simply hold it steady and the toy would do all the pumping. "I'll save that one for later." Jill carefully put the box back in the bag. She reached for the other one, which was only a foot long in comparison, but as wide as her forearm. It had no moving parts, but was beautifully sculpted. Jill quickly pulled it out of its carton and sat back in the chair. The blonde in the video was alternating between having the fat cock fill her pussy, to having it fill her mouth. Jill rubbed the toy up and down on her pussy, rotating it until the entire head and shaft was slick with her wetness. As the old man turned the blonde over and mounted her from behind, Jill eased the head of the toy inside her pussy. She could see eyes looking at her from the left and right holes. In the background, dozens of other video machines were having tokens simultaneously deposited in them. Jill licked her lips and pushed the toy inside her farther. The screen suddenly went blank. Light from the adjacent booths was just enough to see the bag hanging on the doorknob. Jill reached inside and pulled out the other roll of tokens. Before depositing the roll, though, Jill decided to really give Dee and the other occupant a show and removed the sweatshirt. When the video screen came back to life, everyone watching her was treated to Jill's full breasts, shaved pussy, curvy legs and pretty feet in high heels. Everyone included the man on her left, Dee on her right, the other video booths, and Iris, watching at the front of the store -- all thanks to a hidden security camera. In the back of the store, everything was captured on videotape. Jill sat back down and rubbed the wet dong on her breasts before placing the toy in her mouth. She was no stranger to the taste of her own wetness, and licked the entire shaft. "Mmmmm." Jill said, looking at Dee's staring eye. She had no doubt he was stroking his large, thick cock in the other booth, and that seemed to turn her on even more. She pushed the toy back inside her pussy while her other hand feverishly rubbed her clit. In the video, the blonde was now on top of the older black man, facing away from him, and toward the camera. Jill knew these were actors, and the girl was being paid to look like she liked being fucked by this fat black dick, but the girl didn't looked like she ever went to acting school. She was either a natural actress, or she was really enjoying the fuck she was receiving. The possibility that the girl may have been on drugs never entered Jill's mind. Jill pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy faster and deeper, but she couldn't bring herself to orgasm. She finally withdrew the toy from her aching pussy and clicked over to the hole on the right. "Dee." She whispered. "Come in here." She put the toy and her wet clothes in the bag and unlocked the door. Dee quietly stepped inside. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had just broken up with his college girlfriend, and hadn't gotten laid in three weeks. He almost never masturbated, and his balls were telling him he was overdue. "I don't have a condom -- they don't make them big enough." Dee said. Jill's pussy gushed with anticipation. "Tell me you're clean. No diseases, right? You're a good fireman?" "I'm clean, little lady." Dee answered, placing his large hands on her waist as he bent down to kiss Jill on the lips. Jill opened her mouth, inviting his large tongue as she guided one of his hands to her pussy. Dee gently pinched her clit before sliding a finger inside her. "You sho' are wet, little lady." Dee said between kisses. "You're making me wetter." Jill confided. Even Iris was getting turned on watching her brother finger this skinny white girl. Jill reached down and felt the outline of Dee's swollen cock through his pants. "It'll get bigger." Dee said as he slid a second large finger inside Jill's pussy. His thumb gently rubbed her clit as his fingers pressed up, rubbing in time with his thumb. Her orgasm took her by surprise. Jill came hard, soaking Dee's hand as her legs went limp. Dee reached back and held her up, cupping an entire ass cheek in his hand. His large forefinger brushed against her anus. Jill barely caught her breath before she bent over, trying to figure out how to undo Dee's belt. "You don't have to do that, little lady." Dee said. "I want to." Jill said, kissing him as she struggled with his belt. "Dat bitch in heat," Iris said, watching the little monitor under the counter. The pay-per-view patrons in the other video booths likely thought the same. Iris could hear the tokens cascading into the coin slots of the video machines and smiled. Dee pushed Jill back while he undid his belt. He opening his fly and lowered his pants, never taking his eyes off of her. She looked whiter than she actually was with her red hair, soft overhead blue-white light, deep-red painted finger and toenails, and black high-heeled sandals. When Dee lowered his silk boxers, Jill gasped. His flaccid tool resembled two soda cans in a black sock. Only the head of his shaft looked normal and familiar, being only slightly larger than her husbands. Jill's heels clicked as she carefully approached Dee. She wasn't sure what she was going to do next. She had just wanted to see his manhood. Now that she had seen it, she wanted to touch it. She kissed Dee with an open mouth, which he quickly filled with his tongue. Jill reached down, trying to hold his thickening shaft with one hand. She was surprised by it's weight. Dee cupped one of Jill's breasts, pinching her nipple harder than she thought he would. "It's not for show." Dee said as Jill rubbed herself on his clothing. "What's not for sure?" Jill asked, panting. "I mean it's not for looks. When I take it out, it's to use it." Dee looked down at his half-erect shaft. Jill could barely put her hand around it. As it swelled, her thumb and forefinger were separated by at least two inches. Jill squatted in front of Dee and lifted his large dick to her lips. She licked the shaft, and even spit on it a few times as she had seen in the movie she was just watching. Her mouth would only open so wide, though. "I want to make you come. I really do. But I can't get it in my mouth." Jill panted, trying her best to stroke his larger-than-life black cock. "Then get it in your pussy." Dee said, less friendly. He sat down in the chair, his wet tool bobbing up slightly. Jill's clit throbbed as she thought about Dee's manhood filling her like no man had ever done before. Dee handed her another roll of tokens and she put all of them into the machine. When she turned around, Dee had taken off his shirt. He had a few tattoos, but what she really noticed were his muscles. His chest was big, his arms were big, and his waist was a rippled mess of muscle. She could see eyes peering at her from the adjacent video booths. She turned her back to Dee and stepped backwards, straddling his lap. Jill bent over, reached down, and guided the head of his large cock to her pussy. She grunted and exhaled but was wet enough to fit half his length inside her. She leaned back against his massive chest and placed one of his hands on her breasts and the other on her clit. Jill then attempted to lower herself on him further. Jill watched as the tanned blonde in the video was doing the same thing to the old black man, except she had her feet on the man's knees. Jill carefully kicked off each sandal and placed each foot on Dee's large legs. This allowed another two inches inside her, and she fucked herself harder. "My poor husband. This black dick is three times the size of his." Jill thought to herself, but only for a second. The thought went away as she felt the first wave of another orgasm overtake her. She bucked hard against Dee and drenched his balls. Iris manipulated the joystick so the little security camera could focus on Jill's pretty feet, shapely legs, flat stomach, and hairless pussy. Iris paused for a moment on Jill's large clit, but became confused when Jill suddenly stood up. Everything went out of focus. "What the hell she doin' now?" Iris said to herself, not realizing she had been squeezing one of her own nipples. Jill stood up, making sloshing sounds when her feet hit the floor as well as when Dee's hard dick popped out of her stretched pussy. "I ain't finished, yet, little lady." Dee said, proud of the fully erect black statue on his lap. Jill turned to face him. She bent over and licked her juices from his shaft, down to his balls. She licked under his scrotum, around his legs, and then up to his chest. Jill sucked on his nipples, then his neck and finally his mouth. She dug her knees under his armpits, while come and water dripped from her toes. Jill fed him her breasts, and then eased her soaked pussy onto his erect shaft. There was no need to hold his slick cock as he penetrated her. The head easily found her stretched opening. She lowered herself further and when she had about half his length inside her, began rocking her hips fore and aft. "Is this better?" whispered in Dee's ear. Dee reached down and took each of Jill's ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed hard. Jill winced in pain as the shock of it allowed another two inches of his cock inside her. "You tell me." Dee whispered back. Jill teetered between pain and pleasure as she continued to rock her hips back and forth. As she arched her back, her clit made full contact on the top of his shaft. Jill panted, then whimpered as she could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. Dee was barely breaking a sweat. "You're gonna fuck me all night, aren't you?" Jill gasped. "I'd say you're doin' all the fuckin' little lady," Dee smiled and kissed her. He put a middle finger in Jill's mouth, and Jill sucked on it as best she could between breaths. Her back and chest were drenched with sweat, and her hair was matted on her forehead and neck. Dee reached down and spread Jill's ass cheeks. Moans filled the room as a few of the occupants in the other video booths reached orgasm. Jill was expecting another painful squeeze followed by Dee's massive dick splitting her in two. Instead, she was introduced to his wet middle finger penetrating her asshole. Jill came instantly, but not without yelling, "Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" at least a dozen times. Her pussy tightened around Dee's shaft but her anus remained inviting as he continued to finger her butthole. Dee's load was substantial. Come instantly oozed from Jill's pussy around his cock. Iris' camera zoomed in on Dee's finger still inside Jill's asshole. Dee started to pull it out, but Jill held his hand there for another minute while her orgasm subsided. The video screen in Jill's booth went blank. Seconds later, Jill could hear "Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" emanating from another video booth. She heard it again. There was no mistaking her voice. "What the fuck is going on, Dee?" Jill asked. Her feet slipped on the come-slick floor as she tried to stand. Dee caught her arm and held her up. Come poured from her pussy down her legs. She had never seen so much come either inside or outside of her. She stood with her legs spread and seemed shocked that her pussy lips remained parted. "Awe shit," Iris said as she looked out the window. "Zip it up. Po-Po here." Iris announced over the store speaker system. Jill could hear the sound of video booth doors quickly being unlocked as occupants scattered from the store. "Get dressed." Dee said. "And don't open your mouth." Jill rummaged through the bag only to find her clothes not only still wet, but also very cold. "Sometimes, Friendly has some unbelievable timing." Dee said as he let himself out of the booth. "You'd better hurry." Jill slipped into her damp leather skirt, and then her wet bra and blouse. She shivered almost uncontrollably. The sweatshirt, though, was still reasonably dry and clean. Jill pulled the sweatshirt over her wet clothes. The sweatpants, having acted as a seat cushion and sponge for the last two hours, were completely soaked and reeked of sex. She rolled up the sweatpants and placed them in the bag with the dildos. Jill's feet were slick as she put her high-heeled sandals on. Her calves and thighs were on fire as she stepped out the door of the video booth. She worked out regularly, but had never worked out those muscles in quite that way. When Jill entered the store from the video booth area, the ceiling lights seemed to be at their fullest intensity. Jill bumped into a magazine rack and then a lubricant display stand, sending bottles of Astrolube rolling around the floor. "Well, well, Red." Officer Friendly smiled. "Do I get to add Public Intoxication to the list, too?" "I'm not drunk," Jill answered. "Well, we'll see." Friendly pulled the bag from Jill's hand. "What have we here? What's your fascination with dildos again? Oh, wait... they're for a bachelorette party, right?" Jill stood and stared, shivering slightly. "Red, you look the crack whore if I ever saw one. What else you got in this bag? One form of ID -- probably fake -- and $1200 cash?" Friendly put the ID and money in his pocket and handed the bag back to Jill. "You been turnin' tricks, Red?" Iris came from the back room. Dee followed. "Here's the tape. We didn't mean nothing by it." Iris said, handing a security tape to the police officer. "Only copy?" Friendly asked, knowing that T.J. recorded everything digitally these days. "Mmmm hmmm." Iris answered in the affirmative. Friendly turned to Jill. "I don't want to have to cuff you, but I will." Jill's eyes widened. "You're arresting me? For what!" Jill said sternly as a new trail of come formed down her inner thigh. "Well, let's see... Public Indecency, Prostitution, Public Intoxication, Falsifying Identification, to name a few," Friendly smiled, reaching for his handcuffs. "I'll take you down to the station, let you make your phone call, and we'll run your prints to see what other trouble you might be into." "No. Please don't. I'm telling you the truth. This is all a big misunderstanding." Jill pleaded. "We'll see." Friendly turned Jill around and put her hands behind her back. He held her bag under his arm while he locked the handcuffs in place. Jill had never been arrested in her life. The cold steel on her wrists was heavy. Friendly's grip on her upper arm was firm, but not painful, as he led her into the pouring rain. "You all have a fine morning," Friendly nodded back to Iris and Dee. They just looked back at him shaking their heads disapprovingly. She waited until the door closed, and then Iris looked at her brother. "Was tapping that 38 year-old white woman worth getting mixed up with Friendly?" "I ain't had nothin' like it," Dee said. "I'm gonna have to get her outa this, though." "Awe, shit." Iris said. "You best play it cool, Romeo." "Yeah. No shit." Dee said. "As fucked up as T.J. is, he sure called this one, didn't he?" Iris asked. "Yeah, he's a fuckin' psychic, all right." Dee almost believed. "He's just been doin' this shit so long, he's gotten good at it. Between him and Friendly, I can't figure out why they haven't made enough money off this shit to retire, already." "Well, if you gonna do somethin', you can start by cleaning up those booths." Iris smiled. She knew Dee was heading out the door to help Jill. Iris could see it in his eyes. Usually, T.J. was the icebreaker, and Dee didn't get involved. The fact that Dee was actually fancy on this older redheaded woman worried her. Iris had helped make at least a dozen movies the same way, and it never ended well for the girl. They'd come in, usually out of the rain, drunk or high, and lost. The next thing they knew, they're sucking dicks in the video booth for taxi fare. Friendly "busts" them, but ends up working something out so he doesn't have to take them to jail. Soon, they're making more movies, or the center of attention at private parties. Their families and friends never hear from them again -- not always because they died an early death from drugs or suicide, but because they're too ashamed to go home after everything they've done. Jill Dee knew there was something different about Jill, though. The most she was doing for money was putting on a show; masturbating, just so she could keep the video going. She invited him in that booth because she really wanted to get fucked. She had no idea that he had come close to orgasm several times simply by the way she kissed him. Only one other girl had ever kissed him like that. He knew she had a life, a husband, a daughter, and a job. He liked to think his momma raised him better than this. Yet, for some reason, he would like nothing more than to fuck that redhead again. But not on Friendly's terms. She was older, and probably wouldn't last more than one or two trains before Friendly broke her for good. He wondered how many thugs Friendly had already called tonight, that were shaving their balls in preparation for another movie. "Please don't take me to jail, officer." Jill pleaded. "This is going to ruin my family." "You should have thought about that before you put that big black dick inside you." Friendly said to the rearview mirror. "Surely, there's got to be another way," Jill asked. "Can't I just pay a fine or something? I've never done anything wrong in my life!" "Well, now that you mention it, you'll probably only get community service." Friendly smiled. "That ain't too bad. You know, maybe cleaning a park, helping the homeless... or sucking my dick when I tell you." Jill's eyes widened. Friendly looked at her closely in the rearview mirror, and then pulled over. "You think you can suck my dick when I tell you?" Friendly asked. Jill remained silent. Friendly threw the gearshift in park, stepped out of the patrol car, and swung open Jill's door. His hand found her throat and squeezed tightly. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as the rain blew into the back seat. "I asked you a fuckin' question, Red! Can you suck my dick when I tell you?" Friendly screamed into her ear. "Yes! Yes! I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me!" Jill cried. Friendly relaxed his grip on her throat. "I don't want to hurt you, Red. We's just needed to come to an understanding. I think we got's one now, right?" Friendly slid his hand between her legs. Jill instinctively pressed them together. "Open your fuckin' legs, bitch!" Friendly yelled. "You beginin' to piss me off." Jill spread her legs wide. Friendly pushed three fingers into her wet pussy. "Hmmm. Dee sho' did on number on you, huh? Boy's got da biggest dick in town. Wonder he don't pass out every time he gets a hard-on, huh?" Without realizing what she was doing, Jill began to slowly gyrate her hips, easing Friendly's fingers in and out of her. "Awe, hell yeah. Dat's better, Red." Friendly pushed a fourth finger inside and Jill let out a grunt. He pulled his hand from her pussy and put it up to her mouth. Jill licked his fingers as if he had dangled four cocks in front of her face and was taking turns between them. She wasn't surprised to taste Dee's come mixed with her juices. She wished he were there now. Officer Friendly drove to a motel that looked like it had been closed for years. Half the rooms had their numbers removed from the doors. There were no lights on outside the building, yet several cars filled the parking lot. "Red, I'm going to give you a chance to fulfill your community service tonight, if you'd like. You do okay, here, and I'll take you home before sunrise. What you say to that?" Friendly asked as he helped Jill out of the patrol car. "It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice." Jill said, shaken and on the verge of tears. "Now don't be like that, Red." Friendly guided her up the stairs. The rain soaked her hair and her make-up streaked down her cheeks. "We all have choices. Sometimes, you got to pay for your actions. Sometimes your actions are how you get paid." Jill wasn't sure what he meant, but knew at a minimum, she'd have Friendly's dick in her mouth, if not everywhere else. Friendly unlocked one of the motel room doors and held it open for Jill. She stepped inside and was surprised to see it reasonably well kept. The bedding looked clean, the room didn't smell of smoke, and the furniture didn't reflect the building's 1970's exterior. Community service may end up being bearable after all, Jill thought. Jill was about to sit on the bed when Friendly grabbed her by the handcuffs behind her back. The jerking motion threw her off balance and she stumbled to the floor. "Don't even think about sitting on that bed until you've cleaned up, Red." Friendly said as he started to undress. Jill glanced at his service pistol as he placed it on the dresser. She had hoped he hadn't noticed. When Friendly had taken off all of his clothes, he turned toward Jill, proudly displaying his tight, muscular body. His dick wasn't nearly the size of Dee's, but it was respectable -- perhaps even attractive. It was only the second black dick Jill had ever seen in person, and she began to wonder how she would ever be able to please her husband if she continued to be fucked by these larger dicks. Would he notice that she wasn't as tight as she used to be? Friendly walked up to Jill and held the back of her head as he guided his dick into her mouth. Unlike giving head to Dee, she was able to get Friendly's cock head and four inches of the shaft into her mouth and down her throat without gagging. Friendly eased his length in and out of Jill's mouth, pushing a little more down her throat each time until she eventually did gag. "Oh, that's good Red. That's real good." Friendly smiled as he allowed Jill to catch her breath. "You got eight of my nine down your throat. What do you say you take it all now?" Jill opened her mouth, waiting. Friendly grabbed a handful or Jill's wet hair and pumped steadily into her mouth. Each time, he'd let his long dick sink down her throat a little deeper until her tongue was pressed against his balls and her nose was pressed against his sparse, curly pubic hair. He held her tight against him for several seconds, and then slowly pulled back until just the head was in her mouth. Jill maintained a tight seal with her lips around his shaft as he filled her mouth with come. She instinctively swallowed, and then began bobbing her head up and down on Friendly's shaft. "That's the spirit, Red." Friendly smiled as she coaxed his cock back to erection. He pulled his tool from her lips and walked over to the dresser. He returned with the handcuff keys and reached behind Jill to remove her bindings. "Do you want to fuck me now?" Jill asked as she subconsciously rubbed her clit. "Not yet, Red. Not yet." Friendly helped Jill to her feet. "Take off those dirty clothes and get in the shower. Clean yourself up, inside and out. When you get out, I'll have something for you to wear." Jill unceremoniously stripped in front of Officer Friendly. As she bent over to unbuckle her thin high-heeled sandals, Friendly caught a glimpse of her pink asshole. "You know how to use an enema, right?" He asked. When Jill finished with her shower, she was as clean inside and out as she could have possibly been. The enema was an unusual experience, but she hadn't had much to eat, so there wasn't much to "cleanse" out of her system. Friendly handed her a soft, white terry cloth robe and opened a toolbox full of make-up supplies. It looked as if someone had stolen a facial kit from a department store. "We got about twenty minutes before we get started. Make yourself look nice, okay?" Friendly said in a businesslike manner. Jill wasn't sure why Friendly wanted to wait to have sex with her. She wasn't being reluctant. He was attractive in his own way, and although she would never have looked twice at him crossing the street, now that he was naked, he was very easy on the eyes. She almost felt disappointed when he wrapped a towel around his waist. Jill found her same shade and brand of nail polish and touched up her fingernails and toenails. Friendly stepped into the bathroom to see her progress and Jill knew she had done well by the dick pushing his towel up. Jill began to feel as if she had gotten off easy -- as far as her unnecessary punishment was concerned. That feeling ended when the door blew open and T.J. stepped into the room. "What we got, here?" T.J. blurted loudly. "Oh fuck! You? This is gonna be the shit, here." Four college boys stepped into the room behind T.J. Two of them looked just like the young, skinny black men in the first video booth movie she had watched. The other two were white and looked like boys her daughter was friends with in high school. One of them -- Mark, she believed -- may have dated her daughter at some point. None of the young men looked a day over nineteen. A middle-aged white man walked in seconds later, carrying a tripod and camera case. Behind him, two girls, one black and one white, and neither barely over nineteen. "What's going on?" Jill asked sheepishly. As soon as she spoke, she could tell one of the white boys recognized her. He looked at her as if to tell her to be quiet. "We're going to see how you do with a professional photographer, Red." Officer Friendly waved his hand at the young men, motioning them to undress. "We got the spy camera footage bullshit, but this is gonna be the good stuff." For the moment, Jill was relieved to see T.J. leaving his clothes on. As the young men undressed, they took turns in the bathroom, shaving, relieving themselves, showering quickly, and then standing before one of the girls. The girls remained clothed, but kneeled in front of two of the young men and used their mouths to bring the young, hairless cocks to erection. "Red, you ready to pay your debt to society?" Friendly asked. Jill remained silent. She stood up, walked in front of the bed, faced the cameraman, and let her robe slip off her shoulders. The white girl deepthroating one of the black boys stopped and turned to look at Jill. Jill suddenly recognized her as April, one of Andi's friends from freshman year of high school that had to change schools because of rezoning. She had seen April at the mall from time to time, always wearing nice clothes -- nicer than her parents could afford -- and usually on the arm of a black boyfriend. It made sense to Jill, now. "All right. What do you want me to do?" Jill asked. That was the last thing she said for three hours. The black boys were first to lick, suck, and fuck Jill. Their cocks were long, but not very thick. Their tongues on her pussy made Jill cry out in pleasure more than their tools inside her. The white boys were even better at going down on her. T.J. directed Jill through scene after scene, in various combinations with the four young men. They fucked her repeatedly, but never climaxed. Jill, however, came at least a dozen times. She couldn't help herself. The boys were half her age and full of energy. Each time one of the young men was about to climax, he was told to pull out or pull back. It appeared that come shots were not the highlight of this movie, at least not the men's come shots. Jill, however, had soaked half the bed. The larger white boy, Wayne was underneath her, filling her pussy as Mark knelt behind her, easing the head of his bulbous dick into her asshole. The black boys had each fucked her anus twice, but their cocks weren't nearly as wide as Mark's. "Fuck, Ms. Jill," Mark panted, "You're asshole is tighter than Andi's!" Jill's body shook with waves of orgasm and Mark used the opportunity to push his full length inside her. Jill bucked hard, her pussy spasming on Wayne's fat shaft as her sphincter held tight around Mark's cock. She shuddered again moments later as she felt Mark fill her bowels with semen. A stream of come oozed from her asshole and down Wayne's shaft as Mark stepped off the bed. "Awe man, why'd you have to go and do that?" Wayne complained. April had a warm washcloth ready and wiped off Mark's tool before sucking him back to rigidity. The black girl took another washcloth and wiped off Wayne's dick and the crack of Jill's ass. She gave Jill a quick kiss on the ass cheek as she stepped out of frame. "That's alright, Mark." Friendly said. He had been sitting in the background, not saying a word the entire time T.J. was directing Jill. "We're almost done for tonight. You did good, hoss. You deserved a nut." Mark resumed his position and the two continued fucking Jill for another fifteen minutes. The two black boys were climaxing in the mouths of the two girls as Mark stepped off the bed. Jill collapsed on Wayne, and he politely rolled her off of him, laying her on her side. As Wayne stepped off the bed, Friendly stepped on. "I think that's a wrap, T.J." Friendly said without argument. "Shit, we got enough for a double-feature. If she sells well, we might have to offer her a regular position." T.J. smiled as he helped pack up the camera equipment. The young men showered and dressed, and then escorted the girls out of the room, followed by the cameraman and T.J. "Red, it's just you and me, now." Friendly smiled as he lifted one of Jill's legs. His cock was every bit as big as Mark's now, as he rubbed it against Jill's asshole. Jill reached back and lifted an ass cheek invitingly. Friendly may have been a bastard toward Jill since the beginning, but now, he was fucking her with finesse. He sucked on her toes as he rhythmically slid more of his thick tool inside her. He reached down to her sopping wet, and loose pussy and pressed firmly against her swollen clit. Wetness gushed between his fingers as Jill orgasmed, but Friendly maintained his rhythm. He turned Jill in several positions, each new one allowing more of his long cock inside her than the previous, until finally all of his full nine inches was inside her. "That's a good white girl." Friendly said as he began to fuck Jill's ass faster. The motel room door swung open, and Jill feared T.J. had returned to feed her his unwanted tool. Instead, Jill's eyes were both relieved and shocked when she recognized Dee. "I think that's enough, Friendly." Dee said. "Boy, have you lost your mind?" Friendly said without losing pace. "I brought you into this world, and I can take you out! Besides, your dick-sucking girlfriend has already left." Friendly continued to slide in and out of Jill's ass as he waited for Dee to say or do something. April was actually Dee's ex-girlfriend, and Friendly knew it. Dee stood frozen, watching his father expertly fuck Jill's bottom. Friendly then positioned himself under Jill so she was sitting on his cock with her full weight. He leaned back, and Jill leaned back against him. She raised her knees and placed her beautiful white feet on Friendly's black upper thighs. "Put your goddamned meat in her cunt and finish her off, proper like!" Friendly said from behind Jill. Dee was hesitant, but Jill raised her head enough to let him know it was okay. She was doing all the work on his father's manhood, allowing several inches of his shaft to be exposed before impaling herself until it disappeared back inside her. Dee's cock was full and firm within seconds of taking down his pants. Jill's clitoris throbbed as he twisted his cockhead and pushed it inside her. He looked into Jill's eyes and realized what it was about her that turned him on so much. Father and son continued to fuck Jill for another twenty minutes, and then, as if on queue, the two simultaneously filled her asshole and pussy with their semen. Jill's orgasm may have been intense, but she had passed out from exhaustion only seconds prior. Friendly handed Jill's driver's license to Dee. "Get her home while I clean this place up." Dee quickly dressed and looked back at his father. "Let's not do this again with her, okay?" "Why? You got a crush on her, boy?" Friendly asked as he holstered his pistol. Dee lifted Jill's legs as he slipped her skirt on. "No, but I think I got a crush on her daughter." Jill lay motionless for several minutes. The sunlight warmed her face, causing her to open her eyes, and then squeeze them shut. She could tell by the pleasant smell of the sheets that she was in her bed, in her home, but she had no recollection of how she got there. She slowly sat up, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed. She was completely naked. Jill stood up, felt dizzy, and sat back down on the bed. She stretched her arms out in front of her. Bruises. She looked at her legs. More bruises. Her stomach twisted, causing her to sprint to the toilet. "What did you bastards do to me?" Jill said as she wiped her mouth with toilet paper. She felt as if she had the worst hangover of her life. Her body ached as if she had been in several fights all night, which would explain the bruises. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed a pink spot on her right thigh. It could have been a mosquito bite, but it had been too cold for mosquitoes. She had been stuck with something. Drugged. The events of the previous twelve hours hit Jill like a bullet train. "Oh my God! They filmed me!" Jill realized. "And I didn't even put up a fight." She stumbled back into the bedroom and found her damp clothes on the floor, next to two large dildos and a piece of paper. "Red, you did fine with Friendly. I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner to stop him. He won't bother you no more, as long as you stay away. You got what you wanted for your party, and then some. Stay away. Please. If you don't, you might not come back home. D." Jill crumpled the note and ran back into the bathroom to throw up again. "How much come did I swallow?" Jill whispered. Whatever drug they had used numbed the pain they inflicted upon her. Now that the drug had worn off, she felt everything as if it were all happening at the same time. She had a flashback of the night before. Were there four men? Eight? Sixteen? How many times had they taken her? How many ways? Jill sat naked, in shock, for nearly an hour, when the phone rang. It was the realtor's office. They had been calling all morning. They needed Jill to show a house in her area -- in an hour -- if she wanted to keep her job. She really didn't want to do anything, but she needed something to take her mind off all of this. Jill showered and dressed conservatively, in an effort to cover most of the bruises on her body. Her lightly tanned legs rarely required stockings or pantyhose, but given the bruises, she felt it was necessary today. An hour later, Jill was standing in front of the house for sale. It started raining, so Jill went inside and sat on one of the few remaining chairs left in the living room. The owner had staged the house with furniture, but decided she needed the furniture in another home she was selling. All that was left was a bed in the master bedroom and two large chairs in the living room. Jill loved the feel of the overstuffed chair, and allowed herself to fully relax inside it. She closed her eyes for what she thought were only seconds. A loud crack of lightning and the boom of thunder shook her out of her sleep. The prospective buyer was a no-show. Jill looked at her watch. "Five o'clock?" she gasped. She called the office. No answer. They were either out showing property, or gone for the day. Jill made the rounds through the house, turning off lights and locking doors. As she stepped out the front door in the pouring rain, a black Mercedes pulled up behind her car. Jill waited for a moment, her umbrella not doing its job. An Asian woman, probably in her 30's, wrapped a raincoat around her as she quickly dashed toward Jill. Jill turned toward the house and quickly unlocked the door so they could both step inside. Jill "I'm so sorry I'm late," the Asian woman said as she took off her high heels inside the door. "I'm Kyla," she said with an outstretched hand. "Jill," said accepting her handshake and apology. Kyla looked to be of Thai or Philippine descent, but was obviously fully westernized in her appearance and manners. Jill also noticed the buttons on Kyla's blouse were misaligned as if she dressed in a hurry, and that her bra was unclasped in the back. "I just came in, I mean from, a meeting that took longer than expected. I'm so glad you waited." Kyla smiled and revealed a perfect set of teeth. "It was no problem, really." Jill said as she grabbed her notebook. "Shall I show you around?" Kyla nodded and followed Jill through an expert showing of the property. As Jill followed Kyla up the stairs, she noticed the unmistakable smell of sex. A small trail of come formed down Kyla's inner thigh. "May I use the restroom?" Kyla asked. "Of course." Jill said, holding back from saying that she knew the feeling of needing to use the bathroom after a good fuck. Come had a way of leaking out at the most inopportune times. A few minutes later, Jill heard the shower being turned on. It was unusual, and a first, but Jill decided that with as strange as her life had been the last few weeks, she shouldn't be surprised. After about twenty minutes, though, Jill thought she should check on Kyla. When Jill knocked on the bathroom door, there was no answer. Jill opened the door to see Kyla wiping steam off the mirror and stepping back to admire herself. At 5' 1", Kyla was very petite, but also very well proportioned. Her all-over natural tan was perfect. Her wet hair, slick and straight, was pulled back flat against her back. Kyla's hips were wide for her size, but still very attractive. "There wasn't any toilet paper, and I figured since it was just us girls, you wouldn't mind." Kyla said, completely unashamed of her naked body. She turned and allowed Jill to see every inch of her. Kyla smiled as Jill's eyes momentarily sought out and locked onto Kyla's pussy. "You like girls?" Kyla asked, invitingly. "No, I'm not a lesbian, sorry." Jill answered, uncomfortably. "Neither am I." Kyla said. "I just figured you might be, though, the way you were looking at my pussy. It's okay if you want to look at it. I look at it all the time." "It's very pretty." Jill felt obligated to say. It was, in fact, possibly the prettiest pussy Jill had ever seen, not that she had seen that many. Kyla's mound was hairless, with no signs of stubble. The lips were almost non-existent. The clit was barely visible, tucked away between two smooth halves of her peach. "My husband paid for the electrolysis on my pussy. I'll never have to shave it again." Kyla said proudly as she caressed her mound. "Touch it." Kyla invited as she leaned back against the bathroom vanity. "Really, you have to feel how smooth it is." Jill couldn't help herself. She was curious not only about the feel of this woman's pussy, but of this woman's intentions. "That IS smooth!" Jill whispered. Kyla put her hand on Jill's and guided one of Jill's fingers down and between her lips. Jill's finger was drenched in Kyla's wetness immediately. "Oh, that feels so good." Kyla purred. "Don't stop." "I think you've got the wrong idea, here..." Jill started. "I think I have the right idea! Make me come and I'll buy this house." Kyla gasped. Jill felt dizzy. "I don't think so." Jill withdrew her hand. "Please, I don't..." Kyla grabbed Jill's hand and placed it back on her pussy. "Make me come, please... I'm so close." Kyla begged. Jill paused for a moment, knowing the feeling of being so close to orgasm only to be denied by a selfish or "tired" partner. It didn't happen often, but when it did, she excused herself to the bathroom to finish herself. Jill slid two fingers inside Kyla's pussy, and rotated her thumb over Kyla's swelling clit. Kyla pulled Jill's face to hers and kissed her deeply. Jill returned the kiss, and then withdrew enough to look down. She could not believe hers was the hand finger-fucking this woman. "Oh shit! Oh fuck!" Kyla gasped. Her stomach tightened as Jill easily slid her pinky finger in her asshole. Jill didn't know how many loads of semen had recently been deposited in Kyla's rectum, but she imagined it must have been many by the way the come was dripping out of her. "What's all this?" Jill asked, as come dripped on the bathroom floor. "I had to fuck my way out of speeding ticket." Kyla said between gasps. She pulled Jill's hand further into her pussy. Jill curled her fingers slightly and pressed steadily on Kyla's G-spot, causing Kyla to convulse into a strong orgasm. Kyla released Jill's hand, and pulled Jill's face to hers. They kissed deeply for almost two minutes as Kyla's orgasm subsided. "I was running late as it was when I got pulled over by this black cop with an attitude." Kyla said as she dressed. "He was really giving me a hard time, so I jokingly offered to blow him. The next thing I know, he has me on my hands and knees in the back seat of his patrol car, taking his time poking and prodding my butt. Lucky for me, my husband has been fucking me in the ass for years. I kinda like it. I just hate when a guy comes in my butt because it always seems to leak out at the worst moments." Jill shuddered as she remembered Officer Friendly and his son fucking her at the same time. Kyla unbuttoned Jill's blouse and admired her large, full breasts. Jill allowed the small-framed Asian woman to kiss her body as she undressed. Kyla's lips sucked tightly around Jill's nipples while her hands ripped Jill's panties apart. "I thought you weren't lesbian," Jill gasped as Kyla bent down and shoved four fingers of her small hand up Jill's sopping wet cunt. Jill's legs felt weak. Kyla had Jill sit on the edge of the bathroom vanity. Jill put one foot on the toilet paper dispenser, and held her other leg up with her free hand. Kyla wasted no time bending down and kissing all around Jill's pussy. When she finally rested her mouth on Jill's clit, Kyla licked quickly but firmly. Jill let out a moan as Kyla eased her whole hand into her pussy. Sooner than expected, Jill felt herself coming. Kyla pressed her tongue hard against Jill clit as her hand and face were flooded with Jill's wetness. Jill pulled Kyla's face up to hers and licked her own pussy juice from Kyla's lips, cheeks, and chin. Without speaking, Kyla and Jill showered together, not getting out until they had used all of the hot water. Kyla could see Jill's bruises, but decided not to mention them. She had a feeling they'd be in touch, and Jill would tell her when she was ready. The whole afternoon felt surreal to Jill. She was thankful the rain had finally stopped. She again felt dizzy, but it passed as soon as she stepped outside the house. She managed to drive back to the real estate office followed by Kyla, and put her earnest check in the safe. Kyla was true to her word and would buy the house within the next two weeks. Andi appreciated the fact that her aunt never gave her a hard time about saying "exactly" where she was going, as long as her aunt knew how to reach her. Andi could stay out all night most weekends, checking in several times during the night to let her aunt know she was okay. She pulled her skirt up, zipped the hidden side zipper on the waistline, and adjusted the belt. Tommy had licked her to orgasm for the third time this afternoon, and his jaw was tired. Andi liked Tommy because he was happy with a simple blowjob, and wouldn't turn one down, no matter where Andi wanted to blow him. She had decided to go out without a bra or panties and the feeling was exhilarating. Her breasts didn't require the support of a bra just yet. The fabric of her tiny sport shirt slid across her nipples as she moved, constantly reminding her of her naughtiness. It seemed to leave her groomed pussy perpetually wet. Andi had experimented with thong underwear, and found they weren't very functional. Soft cotton panties were a must for her period, but the rest of the time, she decided she would just go "commando." She liked the open-air feeling, especially while wearing a denim skirt. She thought again about her promise to her mom. Jill sat with her on the eve of her 18th birthday and pleaded with her to do her best to remain a virgin until she was married. Jill gave her permission to do anything else with boys, knowing she would probably be asked to blow whatever boyfriends came along. She didn't know Andi would exploit the loophole in her promise, and engage in anal sex. In Andi's mind, whether in her mouth or in her butt, she was just making the guy feel good enough to stick around. Her reward was a boy's mouth on her clitoris. While she wondered what it would be like to have a thick cock shoved deep inside her pussy, she was happy knowing she could have an orgasm without having to worry about accidentally becoming pregnant. Jill liked Tommy as a "friend with benefits," but she really had a thing for Mark. She wished that he didn't have so many other girlfriends. If he were only able to keep it in his pants, Mark would be marrying material. He came from a wealthy family, he was handsome, and he was very well endowed. He just liked to fuck a little too much to stay with just one girl. He had dated Andi for a few months without seeing other girls, but when their relationship bordered on becoming sexual after her 18th birthday, Andi told him about her promise to her mom. Mark became frustrated and soon cheated on her -- a lot. Andi, in turn, decided to get even, and propositioned Mark's friend, Wayne. Wayne was a very big boy. He was also in possession of a very fat dick. Andi had handled a few penises before, but wondered when they got older if they were all as big as Wayne's. She had absolutely no idea how to perform oral sex on a guy, but Wayne was patient. He taught her the basics, and as best she could, she learned to suck and swallow. It was Wayne's idea to suggest Andi try anal sex in an effort to win Mark back. He even introduced Andi to a few other friends that were much less endowed, so she could experiment. Every boy that Wayne introduced to Andi was kind and gentle. Andi became very good at oral sex, both giving and receiving. The boys all understood that her pussy was off limits for fucking, but her ass was ready and willing. Eventually, Andi became so accustomed to anal sex that she wanted to let Wayne try stuffing his fat dick up her ass. At first, it hurt as much as it did the first time someone shoved a dry finger in her ass. But after several tries over several occasions, she could take half Wayne's length and his full girth. Mark's cock wasn't quite as fat, but it was still big, and a little longer. She knew that he had probably fucked at least a dozen other girls from the time they had first dated. She suspected that Mark knew that she had just as many guys in her mouth and in her ass during the same amount of time. Mark and Wayne were still good friends. None of the other girls Mark had been with were really into oral or anal sex, so the thought of fucking Andi in the ass -- and her liking it -- intrigued him. Over the past few weekends, Mark fucked Andi's mouth and ass a dozen times, and she kept coming back for more. Andi adjusted her denim skirt as she walked into the hardware store where Mark worked part-time. "You're early," Mark said from behind the counter. "I don't get off for another hour." "Really?" Andi asked. "I thought you might want to get off sooner." She turned around and bent over at the waist, allowing a clear view of her firm ass and thighs. She pretended to be looking at something on a lower shelf, but stood up abruptly as an old man with a plunger walked by. Andi smiled shyly, and then proceeded to walk around the store, flashing her bare ass in Mark's direction as he handed the customer a receipt. Mark was quick to follow the customer to the door. As the old man left the store, Mark locked the door and placed the "Be back in 15 minutes" sign in the window. He turned around and Andi was nowhere in sight. After walking up and down the isles, Mark looked inside the break room. There, Andi had stripped completely naked, not that what she was wearing earlier left much to the imagination. She was lying on the table, legs spread, and two fingers already in her asshole. With the grace of a gymnast, she hopped off the table and unzipped Mark's pants. Within seconds, she had half his shaft down her throat. Before he could object, she stood and turned facing away from him. She guided his cock to her pussy, rubbing the swollen head between her labia. Mark pushed his cock into her pussy, but she quickly jumped forward enough to avoid penetration. She reached behind her and guided his thick tool to her anus, pushing herself backward onto him. With a "pop" he was inside her. "Andi, you really need to wait until I'm off work for this," Mark feigned protest. Andi pushed back harder until half his shaft was in her ass. Her pussy was dripping wet as she rubbed her clit and squeezed her tits while bucking backward against him. Suddenly, an old man stumbled into the room. It was the storeowner, Mr. Genge. "What the hell is going on in here?" Mr. Genge yelled. Mark and Andi ignored him as Andi quickened her pace. Mark had sat on a steel folding chair, and it squeaked with every impalement Andi gave to her asshole. Mark let Andi do all the work, as she knew exactly what she was doing. "Young lady, I'm inclined to tell your mother about this. Now, stop this instant!" Mr. Genge said firmly. Andi could see the bulge forming in his trousers. "Mr. Genge, pull that old dick of yours out. I'll suck you off if you forget this ever happened." Andi alternated between smiles and moans. The old man was frozen. He wasn't sure what to do. He never thought he would ever have his dick sucked again after his wife died years earlier. He knew Andi. He knew she was old enough. He also couldn't help but notice his employee was stuffing her ass with a dick twice the size of his. He quickly fumbled with his belt and zipper and waddled in front of Andi. "That's it, pull it out for me." Andi leaned forward. Mark stood up behind her and grabbed her hips. He was in control now, sinking the full length of his cock inside her. He watched as Andi took Mr. Genges cock in her mouth and down her throat. For an old man, he was respectably endowed and rigid. Mark fucked Andi's ass harder and deeper than he had done before. She didn't complain or cry out in pain. He thought to himself, "whoring must run in the family" but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She wasn't "wife material" but she was definitely worth keeping around for a quality blowjob or ass fuck. Her mother may have had a tighter ass, but Andi put on a better show. He couldn't help but look at Andi's back, shoulders, and hips and be reminded of Jill's similar frame. Within minutes, Mr. Genge was filling Andi's mouth with come, which she quickly swallowed. She knew the longer she kept his come in her mouth, the more likely she would be to throw up. Best to get it down quickly. Just as quickly, she felt Mark's cock spasm inside her, followed by a warm feeling within her bowels. He withdrew his quickly deflating cock and sat back on the folding chair. Mr. Genge, however, wasn't finished. "Let me at that pussy of yours, Andi," Mr. Genge sneared. "Sorry, but that's off limits. You can have my ass, though." Andi turned and offered her gaping asshole to him. "I'm no animal or homo. I'm gonna fuck that little pussy of yours." The old man demanded. He grabbed Andi by the waist and pushed his stiffening pecker between her labia. Andi twisted and elbowed the old man in the face, causing his mouth to bleed. Mark stood up from the chair and stood between them. "Mr. Genge, be happy you got the blowjob. If you want to fuck her in the ass, she's offering, but her pussy is not an option. Got it?" Mark bowed his chest as come dripped from the tip of his dick. Mr. Genge's hard-on quickly faded. "I ought to fire you!" he stammered. Andi turned and wiped the blood from his mouth. "Please don't!" She pleaded. "Mark's not at fault here. It was my idea. I could have waited until his shift was over, but I wanted to have some fun with him. You see, I want Mark. I want to be with him and only him." Andi glanced at Mark who was listening carefully. "If Mark will stop seeing other girls -- if he chooses me -- I want him to be the first in my pussy. I'm still a virgin -- there." There was some truth in what she said, although she wasn't sure which part. Mr. Genge's hard-on slowly returned. "You see, I promised my mom I would wait until I was married to have regular sex. I kinda bent the rules. But I've kept my promise all this time. If Mark asks me to marry him... well, you know." Andi resigned. The old man turned Andi around. "Let me see that asshole of yours," he grinned as he pushed the head of his old cock against her anus. Andi didn't hesitate when Mark put his cock against her mouth. She was a whore, all right. Just like her mom, Jill. Jill spent Monday morning finishing up paperwork on a few clients, and looking at the previous week's new listings. There were days when she really liked being a real estate agent. This was one of them. She really didn't feel like spending the entire day in the office, so she took the afternoon off. Brian was due back on Tuesday, so Jill decided to clean up the house. She managed to remain the dutiful wife and mother, but both jobs seemed to take a back seat to house-showing, lately. She used to know every boy or girl that Andi would talk about in high school, but now that Andi was attending college, she seemed unable to put a face with a name of any of Andi's friends. Jill was putting another load of clothes in the washer when she heard the front door open. "Mom, are you decent? I brought company." Andi called out. Jill wasn't expecting anyone, so she wore only baggy shorts, a half-shirt, and no bra or underwear. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she wore her glasses instead of contact lenses. Typical house cleaning clothes for Jill. "Mom, this is my... friend, Mark." Andi introduced. "Mark, this is my mom, Jill." Jill's pussy became moist as quickly as her legs went weak. She shook Mark's outstretched hand, but couldn't conceal the redness of her face. "Have we met, Ms. Jill?" Mark asked. "I don't think so." Jill answered quickly. This was the same young man that had his way with her on camera only a few nights ago. He was one of many men to defile her that night, in almost every way imaginable. He was also the same young man that compared fucking her ass to that of fucking the ass of her daughter. Her daughter, whom had promised her that she would remain a virgin until she was married. "Nice to meet you, Mark." Jill composed herself. She wasn't sure why she hadn't thought about this sooner. That night seemed so long ago, and almost dreamlike. Whatever drug had been administered to her had a sedative/hypnotic and memory-impairing side effect. Now that she remembered, she felt the embarrassment being quickly replaced with anger. "Andi, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jill wasn't asking, and Andi knew it. Andi hesitated, but knew best to not get into an argument with her mother about anything -- especially in front of Mark. She showed Mark to the kitchen so he could find something to drink and then met Jill in the garage. "What?" Andi asked in typical teenaged fashion. "Are you sleeping with him?" Jill asked. "Are you having sex with him?" "What makes you say that?" Andi asked, genuinely curious. Jill "Nevermind 'why' I'm asking. Just answer the question." Jill firmly demanded. "I'm still a virgin, if that's what you want to know." Andi said unconvincingly. Jill paused for a moment, not sure how bad it was going to sound, but decided to say it anyway. "Anal virgin?" Jill exhaled. Andi's face went white. How could she know? Did she find the enemas? Were there come stains in her panties? She hadn't always told her mother everything, but she didn't make a habit out of lying to her mother, either. This was big. She couldn't hide this one. "No." Andi sighed. She explained that she had experimented with anal sex as a way to keep boys interested, when they would have gotten bored with her otherwise. She also admitted to giving blowjobs, which Jill accepted much more easily. "How did you know?" "Mother's intuition, and then some," Jill answered. "Just be careful, Andi. There are a lot of guys out there that may seem nice. But deep down, they're not. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" Jill paused for a moment. "Do you enjoy it -- anal sex?" "Yeah, I mean, not at first." Andi answered. "At first, it hurt really bad. But when you do it a lot, you get used to it, and eventually it starts to feel good." Andi realized she said more than she wanted to. "I don't know if you and dad ever tried it, but you should." Andi went back to check on Mark, leaving Jill standing motionless in the garage. Mark being in her house triggered more memories of that surreal night. This was literally hitting too close to home. Her daughter recommending that she experiment with anal sex momentarily left her in a catatonic state. Andi found Mark in the bathroom, naked, washing his cock in the sink. "Really? What if my mom walked by?" Andi half-joked. "The more the merrier! Besides, your mom is pretty hot." Mark laughed, stroking his cock to erection. "Wanna finish this?" He didn't have to tell her twice. Mark had no feelings for Andi, whatsoever. He held more than one part-time job this summer. When he wasn't working at a hardware store, he was working with tools of a different trade. He was one of about a dozen guys recruited by Officer Friendly to star in low-budget porn videos, and occasionally, tasked with finding female "talent" for a variety of positions. He had met Andi in high school. He had been a year ahead of her, so their paths rarely crossed. He thought she was pretty, but Andi was right; he was not the marrying type. He was going to be a businessman, and he liked to fuck. That about summed up Mark. He knew Andi wouldn't take a cock in her pussy willingly, but she loved to suck cock. There was work for girls like her. One of the porn "fluff" girls just quit so she could get married. If he worked on her long enough, Andi would be a perfect replacement. She'd get to suck a lot of cocks and get paid well for doing it, although she might be disappointed that she wouldn't get to taste the results of her efforts. Her job would be to blow men back to erection so they could fuck on camera quickly following an orgasm. Andi seemed to get aroused by the mouthfuls of come she had swallowed over the last few months. He'd have to convince her that's why they called it "work." Jill was startled out of a trance by the clothes dryer buzzer. The wrinkle-free cycle continued, waiting for Jill to stop the machine and empty it's contents. When she pulled the door opened, the machine stopped. The house was quiet. She thought she would hear Andi talking with Mark, but there were no other sounds in the house. She put the clean clothes in the basket to take to her bedroom for folding. Jill almost dropped the basket of clothes as Andi and Mark quickly brushed past her. "Going out for awhile, mom." Andi called out. "Don't wait up." "Nice to meet you, Miss Jill," Mark added with a smirk. He didn't hide the fact that he was buttoning up his jeans as he walked out. Jill could only imagine that her daughter was minutes away from getting fucked in the ass again. She began to remember more about that night when Mark and several others had their way with her. His cock was big, but he also knew how to use it. Jill's pussy suddenly became wet, soaking her baggy jogging shorts. She peeled down the shorts and reached under the bed, searching through the recently acquired collection of dildos. "That looks about right," Jill said as she removed one of the larger toys from its box. She pulled off her half-shirt, carefully placed her glasses on the nightstand, and lay on the bed. There was no need to lubricate the toy. Her pussy was already dripping wet. She raised her knees and guided the head of the toy to her glistening opening. Jill could only get half the length inside her, but that was enough. As she thought about Mark's big dick fucking her daughter's ass, the walls of her vagina constricted around the toy. She gasped as the orgasm took her by surprise. The tiny camera Mark had placed on her husband's dresser captured every detail. Jill gasped as Brian shot his come in her pussy for a third time. She loved the sensation, the warmth inside of her. He rarely lasted for more than ten minutes at a time, but he could keep her going with his mouth while he recovered. It had been two weeks since that terrible night. The bruises on her body were gone, and her pussy and asshole both felt normal again. She had only seen Mark, her daughter's friend, at her home twice, and was hoping she wouldn't have to see him again. Both times he was at the house, she felt like he was up to no good. For now, though, Mark was a distant memory. Jill's pussy gushed as she rode the waves of her fifth orgasm. "Brian, stop!" Jill panted. "Give me a break. What's gotten into you?" "I've been away three weeks, I'm horny, and you shaved your pussy again." Brian said as he turned her onto her stomach. "What can I say?" Jill crossed her arms under her head as Brian spread her legs. Jill playfully curved her back, raising her ass and causing her pussy to open. Brian's tongue, thrusting deep into her asshole, was the last thing she expected. "Oh fuck!" Jill cried. Brian's tongue swirled inside her asshole several times before he withdrew and kissed her ass cheeks. He gently kissed the crease where her legs met her ass, and then proceeded kissing her up and down her legs. Jill's hips gyrated as her right hand found her clit. Brian kissed the bottom of Jill's feet, licked and sucked on her toes, and then licked, kissed, and occasionally nibbled on her calves and thighs. Jill's ass was raised in the air as Brian's semen coated the fingers in her pussy. Again, Brian swirled his tongue around her anus. He could tell Jill was enjoying this, and leaned forward. Jill felt his stiff cock pressing against her folds as he whispered in her ear. "Do you want it in your ass?" "If you want." Jill whispered back. "No, I want to hear you ask for it." Brian rubbed his cock harder against her hand and pussy. Jill paused for a moment. Her handed rubbed her clit faster. "Yes. I want you to fuck me in the ass." Jill confided. Brian positioned himself above and behind her, squatting as he lowered the tip of his cock to her slick anus. He was very careful. Previous attempts at anal sex with Jill had been pleasurable, but he knew the initial penetration was especially painful for her. This time, though, he was able to sink his dick into her ass much easier. Jill barely moved as he lowered half his shaft into her. Instead of signalling him to wait, she arched her back further, as if taunting him to push himself in just a little more. Brian could feel Jill's fingers inside her pussy. She was finger-fucking herself hard. He thrust inside her ass deeper and faster until his rhythm matched hers. Jill had a flashback to that night a few weeks ago. It was the first time she had ever experienced a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass simultaneously. The first time hurt like hell and she couldn't help but feel she had to shit throughout the whole event. But by the fifth or sixth time, she was able to position her body in such a way as to enjoy the double-fuck. How she wished a fat cock were pounding her pussy right now. Brian had held out as long as he could. He deposited his come in Jill's ass in three long spasms, before unceremoniously pulling out his deflated cock. He collapsed on the bed next to her while Jill continued to finger her pussy. Seconds later, Jill's stomach tightened and come bubbled out from between her fingers. She held her breath for a few seconds and then fell flat on her stomach, slowly bringer her hand to her face. "What's gotten into YOU?" Brian asked. "You were gone for three weeks, I was horny, and I just shaved my pussy." Jill smiled. She paused for a minute. She knew he was going to ask why it was so much easier to penetrate her ass this time. Telling her husband that her dildo scavenger hunt for a bachelorette party caused her to end up on the wrong side of town, AND that she was accused of whoring in the process, AND a twisted cop had her service him and at least a half dozen other men with her mouth, pussy, and ass for almost five hours straight as part of her "community service" punishment... was not an option. "Remember that scavenger hunt I was on -- for the bachelorette party?" Jill asked. "Yeah, I remember." Brian answered disapprovingly. Jill leaned over the edge of the bed and reached underneath for one of the toys. She picked one still in its large box and pulled it onto the bed. "Don't be angry, and don't tell anyone." Jill said shyly. "I decided to experiment." "Really?" Brian's eyes widened. "With this!?!" It was one of the largest dildos in Jill's collection. Jill looked at it closely. "No, maybe not this one." She reached under the bed again, this time pulling out a toy similar in size to her husband's slightly-above-averaged-sized cock. "This one." Brian breathed a sigh of relief until Jill pulled out another toy from under the bed. "And this one." Jill winked at him. "Isn't tomorrow night the bachelorette party?" Brian asked. "What are you going to do when you don't have any more toys?" "Well, I was going to ask you..." Jill started. "Would you be okay with me keeping one or two?" "If it makes you happy -- and if you continue to fuck me like you did just now -- I'm all for it." Brian smiled. Jill hadn't fucked him that hard since their honeymoon. Jill kissed him deeply as she stroked his cock back to erection. "Are you sure your mom got all the dildos on the list?" the bride-to-be asked Andi. "Yeah, she got them all." Andi smiled. "Aunt Margaret is going to freak!" "I bet she'll take it all in stride. You know some of these women probably haven't seen a dick bigger than five inches. Heck, I bet some of them haven't seen a dick in twenty years, period." "Is the banquet okay with the strippers?" Andi asked. "The banquet hall is owned by a woman. I invited her, too. What do you think?" the bride-to-be smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot! Your friend, Mark, even volunteered to dance and strip at the party, too." Andi smiled uneasily. She wasn't the jealous type. That wasn't what concerned her. She was afraid Mark would turn her on so much; she'd want to suck his cock in front of everyone. She let out a deep sigh as a wet spot formed in the crotch of her jeans. Jill stood outside her car for a moment before walking into the banquet hall. In less than a month, she had experienced so much... all because of this stupid bachelorette party. She wasn't sure why she hadn't worn her contact lenses. She knew she needed her glasses to drive, so rather than lose them; she left her glasses in the car, just to be safe. Jill had given her sack full of party favors to Tammy, the maid-of-honor, and Tammy wrote Jill a check for the full amount. "What's this?" Jill asked, looking at the check. "We didn't expect you to spend a thousand dollars of your own money on a sack full of dildos and vibrators, Miss Jill." Tammy smiled. "You just had to do the dirty work of getting them. I'm impressed. You found every one on the list! I hope it wasn't too much trouble." "It wasn't what I expected, I can tell you that." Jill answered. Tammy knew exactly what Jill meant. She had seen the video of Jill be fucked in every possible position by a half-dozen men. Some of those men would be at the party performing as strippers, and she wondered if Jill was going to let loose and provide an encore. The women attending ranged in age from 18 to 68 years old. Jill took comfort in knowing that the dildos were kept secret, as not everyone was going to get one. Instead, most of the evening was spent with the forty women in attendance sharing stories with the bride-to-be on every topic revolving around a good marriage. The food was excellent. The dessert was classy. The drinks were free. Jill wondered how in the world a 20 year-old could afford to throw a party, as the bride-to-be insisted on paying for everything herself. After about three hours, Tammy and some of the banquet hall staff carted in a few serving tables with party favor and gift bags. None of them were big enough to conceal some of the toys she had acquired. Jill peaked inside one of the bags and found condoms, male porn magazines, lubricant, and coupons to an upscale day spa. A few of the women seemed to know there was more planned for the evening, but didn't say anything. Most of the older women and a few of the younger ones took the opportunity to take their gifts, say their goodbyes, and make it an early night. The rest of the women, including Jill, took seats close to the dance floor. The banquet hall staff cleared off the tables, but kept the bar open. Jill looked around and counted just over a dozen women remaining, including Andi and the other bridesmaids. Tammy had the staff dim the lights and turn on a disco ball over the dance floor. "Okay, ladies. We all know that if the guys can have girls at their bachelor parties, they'll want them to be strippers." Tammy said as she walked to the center of the dance floor. "Some guys will want them to do more than strip, and I think that's okay -- as long as they don't mind if we want the same." The bride-to-be stood up and next to her maid-of-honor. "I want you to have fun tonight. But whatever you see here, stays with you. Okay?" All of the women nodded, not knowing exactly what she meant. Jill knew they were about to find out when Tammy held up a green wristband. "If you see a green wristband, the guy is recently-tested and disease-free." Tammy said sternly. "If you don't see one of these, lick, suck, and fuck at your own risk." "Oh, and one more thing," Tammy added. "Put these on and leave them on until you step out of the building." Tammy held up a mask similar to those worn at Mardi Gras. On one of the tables behind Jill, there was a pile of more masks, each varying slightly from the other, but whose purpose was identical: a very feeble attempt at anonymity. Tammy dragged a chair to the center of the dance floor, cueing the banquet hall staff to start the music. The bride-to-be quickly took her seat as the first three male strippers strutted onto the dance floor. She put on her mask and jokingly licked her lips while rubbing her breasts and pussy through her blouse and skirt. The music was loud, but not deafening. The strippers weren't much for dancing, as they mainly strutted in time with the music and allowed their groins to sway in an exaggerated manner. They also wore masks, which covered their foreheads, eyes, nose, but left their chins and most of their mouths exposed. The G-strings they wore left nothing to the imagination, barely covering half the length of their half-erect cocks. All three of the men had shaved their chest and pubic hair, and lathered their bodies with suntan lotion or baby oil. The obligatory bow tie and cuff links completed the ensemble. Tammy grabbed a microphone. "We all know the bride-to-be worked in the film industry." Two of the strippers took hold of either side of the chair and carefully lifted the chair and turned the bride-to-be so her back was to the other women. The strippers stepped away from the chair and closer to the women in the audience. As they gyrated their hips, one of the strippers allowed his cock to come unsheathed. He made no effort to tuck it back into its hammock. Jill couldn't be sure without her glasses, but the stripper with the free-hanging dick looked like Wayne, one of Andi and Mark's friends. The other strippers then stepped out of their G-strings, exposing thick, half-erect examples of the male anatomy. "I've always wondered what it'd be like to be fucked by a dick that big," Mrs. Paladino whispered to Jill. Jill was taken by surprise at the 55 year-old woman's comment. "Our bride-to-be would like to thank you all for your advice on how to pleasure a man," Tammy continued. "But I think you'll see, she's already a pro in that area." The three strippers stood in front of the bride-to-be, shoulder-to-shoulder. The women in the audience watched as she leaned forward and took the first stripper's cock in her mouth. She sucked hard, then let it pop out of her mouth so she could lick the shaft, then his balls, and then took half his length down her throat. He became instantly erect and stepped aside. She took the next stripper's cock in her mouth and eased his full length down her throat and kept it there for a few seconds. As she backed away, she reached up and massaged his balls, and then took his length down her throat again. Within seconds, the stripper's tool was pointing toward the ceiling. The third stripper's cock was much thicker than the previous two. The bride-to-be could barely get her mouth over the head of his flaccid member. She used both hands to stroke him rather roughly, then pulled his thickening tool from her mouth and rubbed its saliva-covered head on her lips, nose, and forehead. The dick seemed to double in girth almost immediately. "Ladies, our bride-to-be is a recently retired fluff girl." Tammy said, unbuttoning her blouse. "She's probably sucked more dicks than all of you put together. But she's never been allowed to take them all the way to orgasm -- until tonight!" Tammy stepped off the dance floor, picked up a long box, and then stepped back under the disco ball. "Don't worry. She doesn't get to have all the fun. If any of you can suck a dick as good as her -- or can make our strippers come in any other way -- you can win one of these little numbers." Tammy pulled one of the large dildos from its box. Mrs. Paladino leaned towards Jill. "I want one of those." "Ladies, allow me to bring out the rest of the entertainment. Have a good time!" Tammy guided a half-dozen more men in line in front of the bride-to-be. One-by-one, she brought them to erection. The first three strippers walked up to the three closest women and swayed their erect cocks inches from their faces. Two of the women just smiled toward each other and laughed, but the 18 year-old reached out and pulled one of the strippers by his dick toward her. The stripper grimaced in pain as the inexperienced girl dug into his foreskin with her teeth. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, smiling uncomfortably, and stepped aside to another girl. Jill knew the next girl was her daughter, Andi. Andi took half the stripper's length down her throat before bobbing her head up and down, and tilting her head left and right with each bob. "Oh my god, Andi." Jill said under her breath. The stripper opened his mouth as his legs began to shake. He held his hands on his hips, ensuring that whatever this girl was doing was completely voluntary. Andi engulfed two-thirds of his long tool down her throat and locked her lips around his shaft. He came quickly. The stripper waived at Tammy. Jill Jill laughed when she heard the maids. They were walking down her hallway jabbering away, obviously unaware that Room 222 was now occupied. "It was the fucking ghost again I tell you. He got to that woman on 212 and now she wants to sue us. The horny bastard is going to bankrupt us one of these days." "Nobody believes in ghosts and no one would believe her story. It wasn't him that scared the woman anyway; it was she who scared herself with her own lust. And I bet you twenty dollars she comes back in under a year and asks for the same room." "No bet. I've seen that before." The two broke into laughter as they continued down the hallway. Jill chuckled to herself. "Another hotel with a resident ghost scaring the women. Hmmmm. Why did they refer to him as a horny ghost?" Jill was in too good a mood to worry about ghosts. She had just ended a cold, one-sided relationship and was on her way to a new life. She did not know exactly where that was going to be so she had packed everything the bastard had not given her and started driving east. She was now in a small but nice hotel in Santa Fe. She had enough money to last a year if she did not worry about money, at least five if she did. She had accumulated five years worth of salary during her marriage. She was sure she would know her new home when she saw it and was confident it would not take more than a few weeks. With a degree and a teaching certificate she knew she would be OK. Jill loved Santa Fe at first sight but it did not feel like home. Still, she liked the city and area well enough to register at the hotel for a week, Sunday to Saturday. After she put her stuff away she left the hotel and strolled around the Old Town. She loved the colors, she loved the shops, and the people fascinated her. As evening approached she walked into a Mexican restaurant for dinner. She was a good-looking woman alone so she received very attentive service by her server, a young man that reeked of sexuality. "I bet he does not stick in for forty seconds and is asleep by forty five like the asshole," she thought to herself. "For three years the only orgasms that I've had that were not of my own doing were at the hands and tongue of his sister. Her, I will miss." The meal was delicious and by the end of the dinner her server was definitely flirting with her. She toyed with the idea of taking him to her hotel and fucking his brains out but decided it was too soon. She paid her bill, leaving her server a generous tip and made her way back to the hotel. Apparently she had more margaritas than she thought because walking required concentration. She stripped naked as soon as she was her room and stepped into the shower. The long day of driving, the large meal, and the margaritas were pushing her hard towards the bed. She left her clothes strewn across the floor and crawled into bed naked. She was asleep in seconds. During the night she had a dream that was so erotic it woke her up confused and horny. In her dream a slim dark haired man with blue eyes was making love to her pussy with his hands and mouth while a woman with red hair and silky white skin watched. As Jill watched the woman the dark haired man mounted her and fucked her with sure strokes. He disappeared before Jill could cum. The woman approached. In her dream Jill reached out for the woman who seemed to be startled and surprised by the gesture. She tentatively approached Jill and as she did the gown she was wearing dissolved, leaving her naked. Her hand had just caressed Jill's when she too vanished. Jill had lost two lovers in one dream leaving her horny as hell. She attacked her pussy with both hands bringing herself to a big orgasm quickly. Immediately she fell back asleep. She was pretty groggy the next morning. The details of her dream had started to fade and all that remained was the lasting effect of too many margaritas. After refreshing herself in the bathroom she set out to pick up her clothes from the floor. Everything had been put away before she noticed that she had not found her panties. Two more searches around the room left her wondering if she had a better time last night that she thought. "Maybe I left them with the tip for the server" she giggled to herself. She assumed she would just run into them in her room before she left. They were her favorite lavender bikini panties. There was a knock at the door and before Jill could react a young maid came into the room. Jill was naked, standing in front of a mirror; a hand was softly caressing a breast. The pretty young maid was bowing in apology for the intrusion and gestured she could come back later. Jill noticed the girl could not make her feet move, could not take her eyes off her naked body. The sweet girl could not decide whether to look at her pussy or her full tits. Jill watched fascinated as the woman's nipples attempted to break through her uniform. Jill pinched one of her own nipples. Jill was a beautiful tall blonde, the kind of woman that is chosen as a trophy wife, which was exactly what she had run away from. The lack of warmth in her relationship pushed her into the arms of a woman. She had come to rely on a woman for her sexual pleasure. The woman in the room was looking at Jill the way she wanted to be looked at. Jill's pussy became moist and her nipples became erect. Somewhere in her mind the maid recognized that as an invitation. She locked the door behind her and walked slowly to Jill. The housekeeper kissed Jill's' neck, tits, belly, as she sank to her knees. Her lips kissed Jill's' pussy which forced her to retreat to the bed. The maid followed and as soon as Jill was on her back she resumed lapping her pussy. Jill's cum roared into her body quickly. By the time she regained her breath the maid was gone. "Now that is what I call room service," said Jill with a laugh. She dressed and at nine forty five she went in search of breakfast. She did not see the maid on the way out so she told the desk that it was OK for them to clean up the room now. The lady at the desk smiled and said, "Your room is scheduled for two o'clock." Would you like it done before then?" "No, that will be fine. Will that be the time each day?" "Yes, unless you request otherwise. We can have somebody in your room as early as ten when our housekeepers come in." Jill managed to say, "Two is fine," and turned away before the lady saw the look of confusion in her face. "What the hell is going on here? Who was that woman this morning?" While Jill's mind grappled with that puzzle her nose led her to a bakery. There were several tables outside and she sank into a chair at the t table nearest the door. A striking young woman with a nametag that said "Mia" asked if she needed coffee. Jill nodded and looking directly at the oriental beauty added, "Something good to eat would be nice too." The young woman asked Jill, "Anything you especially like to eat?" A bystander or a passer by would not have found anything unusual in this conversation but both women now knew where their next pussy was coming from. "Anything you would like I would like," answered Jill in confirmation. Within their ensuing conversations during Jill's breakfast their bodies whispered past each other in soft contact. Their heads huddled together as closely as a public sidewalk would allow. Every gesture and word promised future delights. Within minutes each had a condensed version of the other's life story. Two coffees and a southwestern egg pastry later. Jill was ready to investigate her surroundings. She asked her future lover for suggestions on what to explore that day. She listened to several suggestions but was told that "since her best option to probe around was not available until after two in the afternoon shopping at the town market would fit her schedule better." Their hands caressed as check and moneys were exchanged. Two pussies were now eager with anticipation. As she went back to the hotel room she stopped by the desk and asked that her room be done before two. The now confused lady at the desk said no problem. Jill was just leaving her room after a pee when one of the housekeepers she had seen the previous day stopped at her door. Jill thanked her for starting early and went shopping. She had just returned from her shopping trip and was about to step in the shower when there was a knock at her door. Through the peep she saw it was Mia and let her in, the second time that day a woman had come into her room while she was naked. As soon as the door was closed Mia gave Jill a very enthusiastic kiss. As they separated Jill pulled Mia towards the bathroom and told her to join her in the shower. Mia was naked and wet in under a minute. Each soaped every inch of the others body and after it was rinsed it was kissed. Then a new segment of bare skin was treated in similar fashion. Four tits squeaked to the touch by the time they were treated. They did a very poor job of drying each other off before the hurried to the bed and into each other's arms. Jill loved Mia's enthusiasm for her body. She rubbed her face over Jill's chest, tits, tummy, thighs and pussy. Her pussy licking was delightful but not very skilled. Jill's pussy had been serviced that morning and she really wanted a taste of Mia's so she pulled her to the head of the bed then kissed her way down her body. After a nice and very quick Mia cum Jill lifted her head above Mia's thighs and asked her how many times she had made love to a woman. Mia said, "You are my third. I really try to stay away from women, in my family that would be enough for exile. But sometimes I see a woman and I can't stand how much I want her, ache for her, need her. In two years you are only the third I have made it to bed with. You are also the one I wanted most." Jill looked at her. She looked sincere, hell she was blushing. Jill decided that the afternoon would be for lessons in lovemaking, fucking could wait. "Mia sweetheart. I am going to show you how to enjoy a woman more. It is important for you to know that this is not going to be the only time we make love so there is no hurry about anything. Take your time and always enjoy the soft bodies with you as I can assure you I will enjoy the soft body with me now." Jill draped her body over Mia's and told her to relax her lips and let her do everything. Jill kissed her upper lip, her nose, then her lower lip, trapping it between her lips. She then pressed both lips to Mia's gently. She told Mia to kiss her back exactly the same. It took Mia three tries to get the soft touch but by then Jill was enjoying the kisses as kisses. Next step, after repeating the three kisses in succession Jill ran the tip of her tongue across Mia's lips softly, slowly. Again Mia had to repeat the sequence before she learned not to thrust her tongue deep into Jill's mouth. Mia was already moaning and her hips were thrusting up in an effort to have their pussies merge. Jill lifted her hips and pussy away and urged Mia to concentrate on the kissing. Once she got the tongue caress down pat Jill lowered her hips and pressed her pussy against Mia's. As her pupil groaned Jill added deep-probing tongues, dueling tongues and tongue sucking to the kiss repertoire. Mia had a very loud orgasm as she hugged Jill ferociously to her. The afterglow produced some many fine kisses from Mia and Jill was proud that her lesson was well learned. It was now close to five and Mia announced she needed to be home before her husband got there. Jill slid down to Mia's pussy and in less than a minute led her to another earthshaking orgasm. As Mia calmed Jill kissed her way up her body, reviewed the sequence of kisses and said, "tomorrows lesson is tits." Mia kissed Jill goodbye and left. Jill closed the door behind her and flopped into her bed. "Mia is so sweet", she thought. "Can't wait for the pussy licking lesson on Wednesday." Jill's hand had drifted to her pussy and was about to cross the boundary from idle caress to masturbation when someone knocked at the door. Before she could move the door opened and the morning housekeeper came in. Without saying a word she climbed up the foot of the bed and dove at Jill's pussy. Every question Jill was going to ask this woman was left unasked as her expert mouth, tongue, and fingers took her for a skyrocket ride. Jill fought her body to no avail; it exploded into orgasm around the woman's tongue. She shook off the mental numbness that came with the orgasm as fast as she could and tried to keep the woman in the room. It was too late, the woman was gone. As Jill slowly regained her strength she suddenly felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. The door had never opened, had never closed yet the woman was gone. And how did she know for the second time that day that it was exactly what Jill needed at that point? Shopping and fucking were perfect days normally, but the mystery of this day was enough to keep Jill on edge. She had dinner at a small Italian restaurant near her hotel. She was not in the mood for interaction so her only conversation was with her server, a nice young man who was most likely gay. She kept track of the amount of wine she drank and stopped well short of problematic. When she returned to her hotel room she showered and put her clothes away. For the second straight night she went to bed naked. Her dream returned. This time the man was already fucking her and the red headed woman was already nude. Jill extended her arms to her and the redhead came to her on the bed. As the woman kissed Jill the man gifted her with an orgasm, then vanished. In her dream Jill and the woman then made love, fucked, and held each other for what seemed like an eternity. The next morning Jill was awakened by a knock at the door. She was about to pounce on her mystery lover when she saw the regular housekeeper walk in. Surprised to see Jill still in the room the lady asked if she still wanted her room done before two. Jill said yes and apologized for her state. Within ten minutes she was at the bakery with coffee, brunch, and Mia. Mia saw the state Jill was in asked if she was OK. Jill explained it was just a long restless night. After coffee and pastry she said she was going back to the room and go to sleep. Mia looked at Jill with the expression of a little girl that was the only one not to get ice cream. "Mia, your lesson is at two. Keep knocking until I get the door." Mia's smile rivaled the morning sun. "It's so good knowing someone has a crush on me," thought Jill. "It's been a while." Shortly after returning to her room Jill was once again nude and asleep. She awoke to a series of kisses. Familiar kisses, rehearsed kisses, but meaningful kisses. Jill relished them then opened her eyes and hugged Mia to her. Mia kissed Jill then said, "Tits today, right?" She slid down Jill's body and as she had done the previous day she rubbed her face on Jill's tits, but today she was doing it slowly, gently, she was making Jill's tits caress her face. It was obvious to Jill that Mia had spent a lot of time thinking about her previous lesson. "What a great student you are" said Jill. "You transferred one lesson to a different area and adapted it. Smart lady. I love that" Mia swelled with pride and treated Jill to her next adaptation by trapping a nipple between her lips and swirling her tongue around it. When switching tits her tongue trailed a path from mound to mound. She paused between tits and gently pressed them to her face, licking all through Jill's cleavage. Mia was not hurrying any of her movements. She had in fact wondered all night why she had rushed before; she had not given herself the opportunity to savor a female body. Jill was getting very hot very quickly. Very slowly Mia kissed her way down Jill's body. As she slid between Jill's legs she continued to kiss, lick, and rub her face on every inch of skin she passed. She bypassed Jill's pussy and kissed her half way down to the knee on her left thigh and back up the right. When Mia at last arrived at Jill's pussy she employed the same lesson she had learned for kissing. Her best adaptation was to treat Jill's clit as she would a tongue. Again Mia took her time and continued to do so even when Jill obviously wanted her to go faster and harder. The end result was that when Jill's first orgasm finally arrived it was monumental and was followed in quick succession by at least four more. Jill eventually had to push Mia away from her very tender pussy. As she and Mia cuddled in post-orgasmic glow Jill praised her erstwhile pupil lavishly. "Sweetheart," Jill said, "You are going to have a lot of return customers. You are fantastic." Mia basked in her mentors praises until she felt lips traveling down her body. Jill knew that there were different preferences in lovemaking and knew Mia liked hers a bit rougher. Jill squeezed Mia's tits a little harder, sucked on the nipples a bit more forcefully. Her trip to Mia's pussy was shorter with no side trips after the tits. Lastly, Mia wanted to be devoured. Jill played her body like a virtuoso, bringing Mia to a long series of orgasms and bringing tears to Mia's eyes. It neared five o'clock and Mia was dressing to go home and prepare dinner for her husband. A date for the following afternoon had been confirmed. As Mia walked to the door a question that Jill had in the back of her mind burst out. "How did you get in the room today?" "A housekeeper let me in. She seemed to know where I was going. Pretty lady, young, with very nice tits that she rubbed on me as I came into the room. I want her. She may be my next." "What do you know about ghosts in this hotel?" "Only that there are supposed to be several. Mr. Elizondo would know. He stops by the bakery for breakfast early every day. He was the concierge of this hotel for thirty years." "When is he usually there?" "Before eight. Why the interest?" "Because my lovely Mia, I am positive the woman with the nice tits that let you in is a ghost." Mia's laugh stopped short when she saw that Jill was dead serious. She left the room shaking her head. Nearly three hours of lovemaking had drained Jill and she decided a nap before dinner would be good. Apparently she needed more sleep than she though and it was after eight when she awoke. She did not feel like going out to eat but thought maybe she could get room service. After perusing the room service menu and making her choices she picked up the phone and started to dial. At that moment there was a knock on the door and her mystery servant walked in with a tray of food. Somehow Jill was not terribly surprised and hung up the phone. The room had a small table and two chairs. Jill left the bed and still naked sat at the table and waited for the apparition to serve her. It was exactly what she was going to order. Jill noted for the first time that the young lady had a small nametag on her uniform, it read Edna. Jill thanked Edna for her prompt and expert service. This brought the first smile Jill had seen on Edna's face. As Jill settled down to sup Edna made a move to leave. Jill stopped her and gently asked her to sit with her. Edna's expression told Jill that it would not be proper for her to comply. It was readily apparent to Jill that Edna took pride in her service so Jill said "It would make a guest of your hotel very happy if you remained with her." Edna's eyes lit up and promptly sat in the other chair. Jill finished her onion soup in silence wondering how any of this could be. She wondered how and when Edna had died. Her housekeeper uniform did not match the uniforms of the present day ladies but the logo of the hotel was clearly embroidered on it Jill She wondered if Edna knew she was dead. Her lack of speech made sense. You need breath to talk. Edna had no need for air. Jill returned to her "guest to be served" persona and told Edna to take her uniform off. Edna stood and after apparently touching one button on her outfit she was suddenly nude, except for one garment, a lacy, lavender bikini panty. Jill stared at them with a knowing smile. As soon as Edna realized what Jill was seeing she flew into a panic. Her eyes pleaded with Jill. She rushed to take them off. Jill said "No! Leave them on. So you steal from guests. Does management know? I bet they will be......" Jill stopped in mid sentence when she saw the agony in Edna's face. As her silent sobs wracked her body Jill thought her presence was fading. She jumped to her feet and embraced Edna, kissing her as she apologized for her comments, telling her she was just having fun. Jill could feel the coolness of Edna's body reinforcing what she already knew. Slowly Edna's body calmed, her face went from agony, to fear, to apprehension. Jill resumed her seat bringing Edna to her and wrapping her arms around her hips. She kissed Edna's tummy and caressed her ass under the panties. Edna's trembling subsided. Jill's hunger was slowly shifting from her half eaten sandwich to the not entirely real body in her arms. Jill stood and drew Edna to the bed with her. As they lay side-by-side Edna's expression told Jill that she was uncomfortable with the situation. Her persona had returned to servant mode and although it was apparent that she thought eating pussy was part of her duties she apparently felt that staying with the guest and receiving sex from them was not appropriate. Jill looked directly at Edna and said, "Look at me and listen closely. You are not working tonight. You are here with me because I am your friend and your lover. You are here so we can make love. It is what I want and it is what you want. It is what we will do." With that Jill gave Edna her most loving kiss. She felt the coolness of her lips but persisted. Soon Edna was kissing back and her lips were warming. Jill's hand caressed Edna's body gently, the palm of her hands a whisper on Edna's nipples. Jill could feel Edna's body warming too. She increased the passion of her kisses and it was returned immediately. Jill began kissing her way down Edna's body. Edna had the largest tits Jill had ever feasted on. She licked, nibbled, bit, and sucked on each tit like she had never loved tits before. Edna was in full sexual flight. Jill pressed her thigh against Edna's pussy and began grinding against it. Edna's body trembled and took on a pale pink hue. "So that's what a ghost orgasm looks like" though Jill. "And I haven't come close to her pussy yet." Edna slid down and removed her own panties from Edna. Edna's pussy was not as joyous an experience as her tits. The fluids that appeared vanished as soon as Jill felt them. There was no smell and there was little taste. The effect on Edna, however, was spectacular. Her body was suffused with pink several times in succession, multiple orgasms in rapid sequence. That brought great pleasure to Jill. By the time Jill kissed her way back up Edna's body she was again sleepy. Edna wanted to return the favors but Jill stopped her. The disappointment in Edna's face was erased when Jill instructed her to stay in the bed and to be sure their bodies were touching all through the night. She turned Edna away from her, pressed her own tits to her back while reaching around and holding one of Edna's in her hand. She was soon asleep. Jill's dream returned briefly. There was no man; just the pale skinned red head. Edna gave her a shy smile and they shared a kiss of friends. Jill moved the covers and motioned the red head to get in bed with them. Jill flinched a bit when she felt cold tits at her back but knew they would soon be at the temperature of her own body. Her dream ended with her asleep sandwiched between two beautiful ghosts. When Jill awoke she felt it had been a long time since she had slept as well. She was not surprised to feel Edna's ass pressing against her pussy. She was mildly surprised to feel tits on her back. Soft, warm tits. Rolling over she soon saw the redhead's face looking at her with sparkling green eyes, an expression of wonderment in her face. She was easily the most beautiful woman Jill had ever seen. Jill softly brought the redheads lips to hers and kissed her. The redheads eyes widened in astonishment then closed as she threw herself into the kiss. Jill felt Edna turn towards her and traded the redhead's kiss for one of Edna's. Edna and the redhead shared a good morning kiss. The phantasms took turns kissing Jill then joined together on a sweet attack on Jill's tits. She was very much into it until she glanced at the clock. It was 7 AM. She sat up and slid out of the foot of the bed. She started to explain to her lovers what her hurry was but sensed they already knew. A very fast shower later she returned to the room to find her bed made and clothes neatly laid out for her. The skirt and blouse combination was not one she would have considered but after putting them on she was very pleased with the look. She looked to see whom to thank and knew it was the redhead. She hurriedly kissed each and started to leave. She stopped by the open door than said, "Edna, would you please let Mia in when she comes and stay with her." Looking directly at the redhead she said, "Please join us." The look on the face of the women was fabulous, it bordered on adoration. "A girl could get used to that," thought Jill as she hurried to pick Mr. Elizondo's mind. "There are four ghosts," said the old concierge. "How old is the hotel?" asked Jill. "The present building is now eighty years old. The hotel was rebuilt after a disastrous fire. The inn before that was perhaps one hundred years old when it burned and was rebuilt. That hotel had only three floors as compared to todays five. Some think there has been an inn at this location for nearly three hundred years." "Tell me about the ghosts." "The third floor has Miss Alma Williams. She perished in the first fire. She was a mail order bride and was waiting at the hotel for her future husband to come for her. Day and night she looks out of her window and scans the land for him. The irony of it is that her future mate was already dead himself, killed by bandits in an attempt to learn from him the location of the mine from which he had found the gold to purchase his bride." Mia had joined them at the table and drew the attention of the other two as she jokingly said, "We need to get those two together." "That is what I have tried to do over the years. I found the prospectors grave but have no idea if his ghost is there or if there is any way to get them together," Mr. Elizondo said with a sigh. Jill and Mia looked at him with new respect and affection. He was a romantic. "Have you talked to her?" asked Mia. With obvious disappointment in his voice Mr. Elizondo said, "I have tried many times over the years. She does not sense my presence." Silence descended on the table while a new customer drew Mia away. When she rejoined them Jill said, "tell me about the three on the second floor." Mr. Elizondo looked at her with marvel. He was sure Jill had seen them and perhaps interacted with them. He said, "Most people do not see ghosts no matter what. A few see plays of light and shadow that can be easily dismissed. Fewer still can see an evanescent form that can be identified as male or female. A few see ghosts as part of a dream. It is very rare indeed to find a person that can interact with them in our world. I can do that to some extent with one of them. I never though I would meet someone who could apparently bring them bodily into our world as I suspect you have." "Mia too," said Jill. "Tell me about the man the others call The Horny Ghost." Mr. Elizondo allowed himself a small laugh and said, "Don Ernesto de Cervantes Y Saavedra. He was allegedly a descendant of the author and a world-class gigolo. I am apparently the only one to have seen him fully dressed. He wears the garments of a gentleman from the mid seventeen hundreds. That gave me the clue to track down his identity. He was shot and killed by a jealous husband because he thought the dandy had seduced his wife. He had in fact seduced his wife's sister and the wife was covering her sister's indiscretion. The sister was promised to a prominent rancher and knowledge of her acceptance of Don Ernesto's advances would have precipitated a major scandal. Don Ernesto's murder brought on the scandal anyway and I have copies of the newspaper stories that covered it. Don Ernesto had been a favorite of the Spanish nobility and his death caused an international incident. Through the years we have had several female guests return and ask for their previous room on the second floor hoping he would visit them again. It seems he always does and they leave happy. He seems to be an attentive and skillful lover." "Tell me about the beautiful redhead," Jill said confirming Mr. Elizondo's assumption about her. "Miss Elizabeth McCormick. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the city. The first openly lesbian woman I ever met. A sweet, polite, talented artist She could charm the pants off anyone if she felt at ease with them. Happily she was at ease with the old concierge. We were friends. She met a woman in room 222 once a week to make love. The woman was the wife of a powerful man. When rumors about their love affair began to circulate the woman ended it. It broke Elizabeth's heart. Still, once a month she checked into Room 222, stayed the night waiting in vain, and then left. One day about five years ago we worried about her when she had not checked out by her usual ten AM. I went to check on her and found Elizabeth dead. That the husband's henchmen murdered her has long been the assumption. The coroner said the cause of death was unknown. No charges have been filed and the case is technically still open. The lover, by the way, looked like you," he said while looking at Jill. "Tell us about Edna" Mia asked. "Sad, sad case. Loved her job at the hotel. Went well out of her way to take care of the guests, going as far as allowing the women to seduce her. She had one bad problem, she was a kleptomaniac. She would steal small items from the rooms she was servicing. It was always small stuff, normally things a guest would not miss. Women's underwear was her weakness. A week or so after Elizabeth's death I heard that a woman caught Edna stuffing one of her panties into her apron pocket. She made such a fuss the hotel manager had no choice but to fire Edna. The next day another housekeeper found Edna dead in the storage room on the second floor. She had slit her wrists. I retired after Edna and Elizabeth died. I loved Edna like a daughter. Her ghost was the first I saw clearly. She is the only one that can see me but apparently she cannot hear me. I can feel her kisses on my cheek. After I saw her the others came more into focus." "Thank you Mr. Elizondo, that tells me what I wanted to know," Jill said. "Mia and I will be meeting with Edna and Elizabeth this afternoon. As you guessed I can see both clearly and I can touch both as if the real woman was with me. Mia can see and interact with Edna." Mr. Elizondo looked at Jill and Mia and said, "You two have a gift that could be considered dangerous by some. Please keep it a secret for your own safety." With that the old gentleman stood and said goodbye to the young ladies. They could not resist kissing each of his cheeks. He blushed and walked away at a younger man's pace. Jill spent the morning at the central library scanning newspaper stories about the hotel. She lost track of time and it was suddenly two in the afternoon. Rushing back to her hotel she wondered what she would see, if indeed she would see anything. As she neared room 222 Elizabeth approached her with a smile. She was wearing a soft green satin robe. Again Jill thought this was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Jill kissed her lips and held her tightly. She could feel Elizabeth's body temperature rising and could see her pale skin attain a measure of color. Jill led Elizabeth into the room and as soon as Elizabeth crossed the threshold her robe vanished leaving her nude body for Jill to adore with her eyes. A noise behind her pulled Jill's attention to the bed where a nude Mia had her head between Edna's legs producing a pink glow throughout her lover's equally nude body. By the time Jill had her clothes off Elizabeth was in the king size bed waiting for her with open arms. Jill tried to devour her with kisses, tried to merge four breasts into two, two pussies into one. Elizabeth began to pulse in pink, her mouth open as if in a groan of ecstasy. Jill was startled to hear a loud orgasmic moan until she realized it was hers. Jill slid onto her back, a warm glow suffusing her body as well. Mia was kissing her way up Edna's body and when she reached Jill she gave her a lovers kiss and said "Hi. We started without you." "No problem. Glad to see you two getting along." Mia started to say something but it turned into a hiss. Edna was feasting on her tits. Jill was about to comment but her voice was reduced to a sigh as Elizabeth arrived at her own tits. Mia and Jill held hands as their impossible lovers pleased their bodies. The connection between them allowed Mia to suddenly see Elizabeth and she whispered to Jill, "She is gorgeous." Edna arrived at Mia's pussy long before Elizabeth arrived at Jill's. They apparently already knew their lovers well. Nearly two hours later Edna and Elizabeth knew their living lovers were fucked out and disappeared as Mia and Jill sank into sleep. Edna reappeared at 4:40 PM and coaxed Mia out of bed and into her clothes. Before the elevator doors closed after their goodbye kiss Edna had become a soft pink glow to Mia's loving eyes. Jill awoke briefly in time to enjoy kisses from Mia, Edna, and Elizabeth. She did not wake again until midnight. Elizabeth was sitting at the table that Edna had set with a delicious smelling plate of pasta. Jill staggered to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Refreshed she joined her lovers at the table. She was famished and made quick work of the meal. She returned to the bed and sat up with her back to the headboard, patting the bed on either side of her signaling the other two to join her. "I am going to tell you what I learned today. Nod yes or no to tell me if I got it right. Squeeze my tits if there is something missing. OK, number one, Elizabeth, were you murdered?" Elizabeth nodded yes. "It was done by people working for Leanne's husband," Jill asked mentioning Elizabeth's lover by name. She nodded no. "Whoa, first surprise. Lets see, it was done by the husband." Again she nodded no. "Hmmmm. It was done by Leanne?" Elizabeth nodded yes. "Wow. Nobody seems to have guessed that. Edna, did you know that?" Edna squeezed one of Jill's tits. "Did you suspect?" Edna nodded yes. "Was she who accuse you of stealing? Did she set you up?" Again she nodded yes. "So she was the one that drove you to suicide." Edna nodded her head no and squeezed a tit. Jill was puzzled and had to run through many possibilities in her head before the most obvious one appeared. "She killed you too?" Edna nodded yes. Jill was struggling to keep her rage under control. Edna and Elizabeth comforted her until Jill could continue. "Elizabeth, were you killed by a drug?" She shrugged. She did not know. "Edna?" She motioned around the room. Jill had no clue what that meant. Edna repeated the motion and placed a finger under Jill's nose. "Air! Gas! She poisoned you with gas! Edna stood and walked to a wall. She moved the curtains aside and pointed at what looked like a rough patch job on a neat, small, round hole. Looking out the window Jill saw a parking space; in fact her car was down there. Carbon monoxide poisoning! After she returned to the bed Jill looked at Elizabeth and said "Let me guess. Leanne came back for one more night of lovemaking. You welcomed her with open arms. She left you in bed asleep, connected a hose from her car exhaust to the hole behind the curtain. You died in your sleep." Elizabeth answered with a sad smile. "Edna, after the police allowed the hotel access to the room you discovered the hole." Edna squeezed Jill's tit. She was now wishing she had come up with a different signal. It felt so good to her it was becoming a distraction. "You discovered it but did not connect it to Elizabeth's death? Edna nodded yes. "Leanne brought you to this room to buy your silence. She thought you had seen her the night of Elizabeth's death." Edna nodded yes. "Did she make love to you here?" Yes. "She left you here and poisoned you too, but you stayed alive long enough to realize what was happening. You remembered the hole?" Yes, from Edna. "You saw her in the car?" Yes. "You made it out of the room?" Edna nodded yes. "So she must have seen you at the window. She had to come back and finish the job. She dragged you to the storage room and cut your wrists?" Edna slowly nodded yes. Jill thought that explained one of the curious things found in the incident report. One medic did not think Edna had lost enough blood to die. She had in fact died from the carbon monoxide poison before she could bleed to death. "Did you see any of this?" She asked Elizabeth. Yes. "Is that how you learned Leanne had killed you?" Yes. "What a cold hearted bitch!" Jill was livid. Her anger spilled over. She swallowed a scream as she pounded her fists on the bed. Edna and Elizabeth tried their best to calm her but they just had to wait for her to get through it. As soon as she regained some composure she got up and began to pace the room. Jill said, "Calling in the authorities would be useless. She is too prominent and we have no proof. No, the only way through this is revenge. Give it back to her. There has to be a way." Edna and Elizabeth steered Jill to the bed. They caressed her until her body relaxed. They rained soft kisses on her. Jill calmed and drifted off to sleep. Edna slowly vanished while kissing Jill. Elizabeth got under the covers and held Jill in her arms. Early the next morning Jill got up with a sense of purpose. Justice, she knew, will be done. Elizabeth had been at her side when she awoke and was now helping her get dressed. She arrived at the bakery before Mr. Elizondo. Mia stayed busy until the old gentleman was settled then joined him and Jill. "Have I got a story to tell you," said Jill. When she was done she could see the anger boiling under the surface of the other two. "I'll tear her apart," said Mia. "No, we have to do better. I have a plan." Jill called Leanne and said that Edna's apron had been discovered and that the panties in the pocket were definitely not hers. She could have them for a price. Leanne told Jill that it was just a simple mistake. Jill countered with, "Then there was no reason for Edna to commit suicide was there? Her case would have to be reopened as a murder investigation. You were the last one to see her alive. I am not saying you had anything to do with her death. But others might." It was Leanne who suggested meeting in room 222. Jill knew she had her. When Jill allowed Leanne into the room she had to admit that under different circumstances she would definitely make love to her. She saw in Leanne's eyes that the same was true for her. As Leanne started to reach into her purse Jill pointed a gun at her. Jill "I will reach in there for you," said Jill. As she suspected Leanne had her own gun in the purse. She said," I was not reaching for that. I was reaching for my checkbook. We are here to do business." "True, let me get your gun out of your way while you get your check book. Here use my pen." "Let me see what you found first." Jill held up lavender bikini cut panties with lace trim. "How do you know they are not mine?" "They were sold at a boutique in Carmel to a special customer. They were special ordered and the real owner has described them in detail." Leanne released a sigh. "How much?" "Whatever you think its worth not to get booked on suspicion of murder. Not to have the press hound you for months. Not to have the world look at you as that woman." Leanne shrugged. She made out the check for a hundred thousand dollars knowing she could retrieve it once the woman was dead. "Whom do I make it out to?" "Just leave that blank. Thanks. Now, take your clothes off and get in bed." The woman's smirk made Jill's blood boil but she was not revealing the end plan just yet. As soon as Leanne was naked on the bed Jill drew velvet lined handcuffs from the night stand and secured Leanne's wrists to the headboard. Jill gave her a kiss and smiled sweetly. Mia quietly slipped into the room from the bathroom. She went to Leanne's purse and silently pulled out her car keys. Jill blocked Leanne's vision by initiating a long series of kisses while Mia pried the door open and handed the keys to Mr. Elizondo just outside the door. After wiping Leanne's gun Mia returned it to her purse. She then joined Jill in pleasuring their captive's body. They wanted to take her to the verge of orgasm as they kissed and sucked her tits and their fingers entered and left her pussy. The woman could not help but respond to the ministrations of two beautiful women. Jill and Edna stayed on their task until the woman was on the verge of release. Then at the ten-minute mark they abruptly said goodbye and duct tape was applied over Leanne's mouth. Mia and Jill left the room quickly leaving the stunned woman handcuffed to the bed. Leanne was furious. She fought against her bonds in rage. Soon she began to feel sleepy. Her head hurt. Her eyes flew open as she realized what was happening. She was being murdered. She was going to die just as she had killed Elizabeth, as she had tried to kill Edna. Leanne was fighting loss of consciousness when she felt someone tear the tape off her mouth and kiss her. It was Elizabeth. Another kiss. It was from Edna. Leanne knew all was lost. She was dead. That was not the intention of the plotters. She was supposed to be discovered before she died. The idea was for her attempted suicide to point to her guilt in the deaths of Elizabeth and Edna. Elizabeth released Leanne's body from her bonds. Edna placed the duct tape and the cuffs into her apron pocket. She wiped around Leanne's mouth and removed the traces of the tape. Leanne's ghost appeared briefly, full of fury, before being absorbed by a cold darkness. Edna left the room while Elizabeth sat on the bed with her former lovers body. She would remain with her until the body was discovered. Mia and Jill had quickly returned to the very popular restaurant that was two blocks away. Mia asked the young hostess how much longer before their table would be available. They had first arrived forty minutes earlier. They had been there just before eight and added their name to the waiting list. They had been promised a table in just under and hour. The two women flirted with the young lady long enough to be remembered. The perky young thing apologized to them for their long wait but assured them they were next on the list. This night revenge was not served cold. Ten minutes after receiving the car keys Mr. Elizondo had walked to Leanne's car not knowing if he could go through with his end of the plan. All doubts were removed when he saw the hose attached to the exhaust of Leanne's car that led to a hole in the building. Using his handkerchief he opened the car door, started the engine, locked and closed the door and walked away. A slow stroll around the block later, as he passed by the hotel entrance, he asked a young man if he had left his car running. The young man thought it was a strange enough question for him to walk into the hotel and tell the desk about it. The timing Jill had counted on was upset when the young man was distracted by a pretty girl in the lobby talking to the night clerk about a ghost in her room. After she was assured that any ghosts in the hotel were harmless she returned to her room and was waiting for the return of Don Ernesto only to have to be evacuated five minutes later. When the clerk came out and saw the hose from the exhaust going into the wall he rang the alarm. The young men were hailed as heroes for preventing further injuries. The death of the socialite by suicide was quickly tied to a previous death and it did not take long for everyone to see her as a remorseful murderer. That she had donated one hundred thousand dollars to the women's shelter ameliorated her image some and was seen as her attempt at atonement. When Mia and Jill returned to the hotel after dinner they were stunned by the events. Jill kept asking if they were sure the woman on her bed was dead. Jill and Edna were surprised when they each felt remorse. They knew Leanne deserved her fate but not at their hands. After the building was declared safe Jill was moved to a room on the fifth floor. On the way up she first made the elevator stop at the second floor. As she and Mia had expected Edna and Elizabeth were waiting for them. Jill walked out and brought Elizabeth to her and Mia held Edna and they pulled their lovers into the elevator. There was a short period of instability but when they stepped out of the elevator on the top floor their lovers were still in their arms. Jill's new room was a large suite that had been occupied for years by the hotel's previous owner. It had a sitting room, a small kitchenette, a spacious bath and an electronics center. It also had Elizabeth. Suddenly, Jill knew. It took her three months to purchase the hotel. The corporate owners wanted no part of a property stained by murder and suicide so Jill was able to get it at a low price and comfortable terms. Mia became the assistant manager then manager when the lady that held the position retired. Her husband could not handle the new self-confident Mia and divorced her. She and Edna lived in the apartment behind the hotel office. Edna gained the ability to roam the entire hotel. She became the defacto assistant manager. It never dawned on guests that the pretty mute girl seeing them to their rooms was a ghost. Over time Mia forgot Edna was a ghost. She was simply her Edna. They would at times invite a woman guest to their apartment and made sure that before she left her favorite hotel was theirs and their favorite city was Santa Fe. There was a lot of return business. Jill spent a night in room 212. She wanted to speak to Don Ernesto. When he came to her he seemed stunned to see that she was wide-awake and could see him. Jill opened her arms and legs for him and he was soon adoring her naked body. He fucked her lovingly, expertly, and completely. When she recovered from her orgasm Jill introduced herself as the new owner of the hotel and gave Don Ernesto rules to follow. She was very grateful she had worked hard at learning Spanish. It had been a useful skill often but it never crossed her mind she would need it to talk to a ghost. She promised him that every single woman alone or with a female companion checking into the hotel would be placed on the second floor. Those that would not welcome him, men and couples and children would be on a different floor He was to make love to each and every adult female regardless of age or looks. He had to make the love sessions part of their dreams unless they extended their stay or spoke to him personally at which time he would be as real to them as he was to Jill now. Those that saw him as real once would always be able to do so. He was not to be startled by that but it required that unless he was actively making love he needed to be dressed. He was to never force himself on a woman that did not want him but was permitted to gently seduce the reluctant. Elizabeth had painted his portrait and it now hung on the wall opposite the elevator. This was his floor. He was welcome to stay. Don Ernesto was now convinced he was in heaven. And there was a lot of return business. Jill convinced Mr. Elizondo to return to work as a part time consultant. She knew he would be her best teacher on how to run a hotel. Mr. Elizondo resumed his visits with Alma. Elizabeth introduced them to each other formally and at last Alma could see him. Six months later as he lay in his deathbed he insisted in being taken to the hotel. His daughters humored him and he died peacefully on Jill's bed. The daughters whispered to each other about his hallucinations as he died but he was in fact not hallucinating, Elizabeth, Edna, and Alma were kissing him. Returning from his funeral three days later Jill and Mia saw a younger version of Mr. Elizondo leading Alma away from her window. They were holding hands. They would not see either again. Elizabeth became the love of Jill's life. Jill became the love of Elizabeth's death. For them, "Till death do us part" had no meaning. Jill and Bethany I can still remember seeing Jill that first day. I had been going through a pretty tough time in my personal life and I was in no mood to train a new employee and deal with all the other stuff that entailed. My desk was piled high with work and my supervisor was breathing down my neck. All I knew before Jill walked in, was that she was in her mid-40's and had a teenaged daughter. If the truth be known, she looked great on paper, had a lot of experience and she was likely to make my job a whole lot easier. My supervisor's voice broke my reverie. "Good morning, Rebecca, I'd like you to meet our new associate, Jill." I turned and started to speak. I still had a bit of a chip on my shoulder. I think my jaw probably dropped, but maybe I only imagined it. Even though we were close in age, Jill was one of those women who seem to manage to always look young. Physically, she was slim and petite. He thick, blonde hair was tied back and she had sparkling blue eyes. Her breasts were small and firm, her legs nicely shaped and toned. She wore a very tasteful suit. It was the kind of suit you wear on the first day to make a good impression. Most of all, there was a youthful eagerness and energy about her, not usually found in women our age. I have always had a thing for younger women and I responded to Jill much the same way I would to someone much younger. Evidently, she liked me, too and we became almost instant colleagues and best friends. We ate lunch together nearly every day and talked a lot. Usually, we stopped for a drink after work a night or two each week. She was very proud of her daughter, Bethany, who was a senior in high school and had just turned 18. As our friendship deepened, our talk became more intimate. I eventually admitted to her I was gay. Jill confided in me her struggles with men and relationships. She told me she was at a point in her life where she just wanted to concentrate on work and Bethany for awhile. After all, Bethany would be going to college next fall and she wanted to succeed at her new job and look toward the next phase in her life. Things continued in this vein for quite some time. Our friendship seemed confined to our work hours and an occasional drink after work. Jill had turned me down a couple of times when I invited her over to my place. She had never invited me to her apartment and I guessed it was because she was both a private person and because she wanted to keep her social life separate from her time with Bethany. We were enjoying our lunch and conversation one Friday about two months after we met. As our time drew to a close and we had to start thinking about getting our check and heading back to the office, Jill got a bit of an uncomfortable look on her face. I could tell she wanted to ask or tell me something. I was growing a bit impatient and pushed a little. "We've got to hit the road. I can tell you have something on your mind." "Well, it's just that Bethany is staying with a friend this weekend and I hate staying alone. I know, it sounds kind of stupid. I mean I....well.....if you aren't doing anything tonight, would you mind coming over and keep me company? I could make us something nice for dinner and I bought this wine I've been looking forward to trying..." I eagerly accepted. I always enjoyed spending time with Jill and I was curious about her apartment and her "other" life. "Sounds like fun. I can go home, get ready and be over around 7. Would that work? Is there anything I can bring?" Jill looked relieved, although her face was still a bit flushed. "Great. I'll email you directions. Make sure you have your cell in case you get lost or something. I'm glad you can come over." The afternoon, seemed to drag, of course. I found myself eagerly looking forward to the evening and excited...more than excited than an evening with a friend really warranted. I wasn't sure what that was all about, but it was OK with me. I wasn't going to worry about it. I laughed at my nervousness when I got home. I couldn't decide what to wear and changed several times before I decided on a pair of shorts, a short sleeve knit top with a scooped neck and casual sandals. I had just bought a pair with a one inch heel and I'd been dying for an excuse to wear them. I realized we'd always seen each other at work and I didn't even know what she wore for casual clothes. It was a hot, Florida summer day and I couldn't see wearing more than I had to! I had no trouble finding Jill's apartment. It was upstairs in an old house and seemed to fit her to a "T." She seemed genuinely happy to see me and quickly invited me in. The interior was small, but cozy. Jill seemed to have a knack for decorating and a love of art and books. Besides the books and artwork, I noticed a collection of photographs on a lovely antique shelf. I made a mental note to check them out at the first opportunity. The only evidence I could see of Bethany, was a backpack hanging from a coat hook in the kitchen/dining area. Jill led me down a narrow hallway. "Come on and I'll show the place. There isn't much to it, but it's home." She smiled. The hallway led to two small bedrooms, separated by a bathroom. Jill's was the larger of the two and reflected her, being both comfortable and tasteful. Bethany's room looked like that of a teenager. She had packed for her weekend away in a hurry and left stuff strewn on her bed. There was a messy, overstuffed closet and posters on the wall. "I should have just closed her door, " Jill stated, then led me back into the living area. I told her it was a lovely little place. I sat down on the sofa while she opened a bottle of wine and returned from the kitchen with two glasses. It was my first opportunity that night to focus on Jill. Her blonde hair was tied back with a ribbon. She was a wearing a light knit, one piece, dress that to just a little above her knees. The cornflower blue was striking with her eyes. I noticed she was barefoot and her toenails newly poished a deep, crimson color. As usual, our conversation flowed easily. The wine was good and I was pleasantly surprised by Jill's culinary skills. After dinner, we retired to the sofa with some more wine. The jazz music Jill put on was perfect. I have to admit, as the night wore on, I began to think about Jill sexually more and more. It wasn't that the thought hadn't occurred to me before, it was just that we had become close friends and I didn't want to mess things up by coming on to her if she wasn't interested. Her friendship was more important to me than anything. Still, I became very aware of the warmth of her body as we sat there chatting. She had put on some kind of after shower splash that smelled delicious. My eyes fell quite often to those smooth legs with the nicely defined calves. The soft knit of the dress had a tendency to cling to her small, firm breasts. I made a note to myself that I had plenty to "jill" about when I got home! My sexual reverie was jarred by Jill's soft voice. I realized she had turned the conversation to sex and, more specifically to questions about me being gay. It was as though she had many weeks worth of pent-up questions that she had been dying to ask. I thought it was kind of cute. I'm a pretty open person and I had no problem answering her many questions. I had been in situations like this before, with straight women, who were curious about sex with women. Jill's questions got more and more direct and more and more personal. If I didn't know better, I would almost swear she was getting aroused talking about this stuff. I know I certainly was! Maybe it was my arousal, or maybe it was the wine....or perhaps it was combination of the two. The words seemed to roll off my tongue, immediately followed by one of those "Oh I wish I hadn't said that," thoughts. I blurted out, "You know, if you are that curious about it, I could show you what it's like to kiss a woman." Jill seemed to weigh that for a moment. I think the wine and relaxation was having an effect on her, too. "Hmmm....." was all she managed to come out with. She sat up and tucked those pretty feet and legs underneath her. Her eyelids looked just a bit heavy. "Well, why not? If you're game, I guess I am. I mean, like you say, it shouldn't be that big of a deal." To say I was stunned, is an understatement. Her lips looked moist and those beautiful, blue eyes were looking directly into mine. Then she giggled. "I feel like a teenager at a slumber party." I reached over quickly, afraid she would change her mind, and pressed my lips against hers. Jill looked slightly startled. Her lips didn't respond to my touch and I pulled back, worried I had gone too far. "Hey, that's not fair!" she whimpered. "That didn't last long enough for me to know what it's like. I hope you can do better than that!" I blushed and reached over again. This time I took her in my arms and held her close while I pressed my lips against hers. It is hard to describe how good the warmth of her body felt and how delicious the fragrance of her skin and hair was. Jill's lips were moist and parted slightly. My tongue slipped easily between them and I kissed her slowly and deeply. I expected her to break our kiss, but she wrapped her arms around me and forced my tongue more deeply into her mouth. Her breathing was becoming a bit ragged and she was making some luscious little whimpers and moans. I was completely swept away by my desire for her. Clearly, she was enjoying our kissing and, I might add, she was very good at it! My hand strayed from her back to her side. The soft knit material of her dress felt warm and smooth as I let it slide upward until I encountered the swell of her firm, little, breast. Although it took a lot of willpower, I paused for a few moments to see if Jill tensed or pushed me away. When she didn't respond, I cupped her breast. Even through the bra and the dress, I could feel her hard nipple. From her reaction, I could tell she was quite sensitive. I noticed she seemed to be leaning into me, almost pressing her breast into my hand. With my free hand, I reached up and slowly slid down the zipper on the back of Jill's dress, which ended at her waist. Her skin was lovely and soft as velvet. I made quick work of the fastener on her bra and felt it loosen. I was in the process of sliding the dress off her shoulders, when she stopped me abruptly, grabbing my hand. My heart was beating and I felt I had gone too far. "Now, now, " she was cooing. My face turned crimson. "I don't really have much to see. I think it would be only fair if you showed me yours first. Don't you?" I was sputtering like a teenager caught in the act. At that point, I would have done almost anything to have a little more of Jill. It was incredibly difficult to pull my hands away so I could yank off my top. My breasts are quite full and Jill's eyes were riveted on my bra as I tossed my top on the floor. The way she was looking at me was incredibly arousing. I could feel my large nipples pressing against the inside of my bra. I reached behind my back and loosened it, letting it slide forward and off my shoulders. As I pulled it the rest of the way off and let it fall to the floor, I looked up at Jill. Her eyes were wide and riveted to my chest. I broke the silence with a rather lame, "Well, what do you think?" "Oh my," she said softly. They are even bigger and prettier than I thought they'd be. You know I have thought about them before....well....actually since that first day you were training me..." I was content to let her look for awhile. I was rather proud of them and her steady gaze made me wet with excitement. Finally, I couldn't stand the ache between my legs any longer. "Would you like to touch them?" I blurted out. Without a word, she reached out and literally grabbed me, on breast in each hand. Her fingers squeezed and roamed hungrily. It was as though she couldn't get enough of them. Needless to say, her ministrations felt wonderful. "Your nipples are so big and hard." She was rolling, pulling and pinching them. I felt weak at the knees. I love to have them played with and her excitement turned me on even more. "I've always wondered how they would feel....I mean yours and a woman's breasts in general...and..well...they feel nicer than I imagined." As much as Jill was enjoying herself and as good as her touch felt, my mind was on her firm, little tits. While she was busy, I slid the her dress the rest of the way off her shoulders, down her arms and to her waist. Her fair skin looked almost like porcelain. Jill's nipples were hard and pressed against the inside of her little stretch bra, pointing up just a little. At that point, I noticed the bra was one of those with a fastener in front..and that she had a navel piercing with a diamond stud. I wasted no time in unfastening her bra with my shaky hands. Jill paused long enough to let me slide it off her shoulders. I'm sure she could hear me suck in my breath. They were delicious...very firm and supple with nipples pointing upward. As with everything about Jill herself, I was reminded of a much younger woman. I was ready for more now. "Would you like to kiss them, sweetie?" My voice sounded hoarse and breathless. She let out a cute little squeal and buried her face between my breasts. The way her breasts jiggled when she moved sent shivers through me. My arousal was driving me now. I felt possessed. "Now suck them, suck my big tits!" Jill seemed happy to oblige. I lifted one of my breasts to her lips. I could feel the warm, moistness as her lips touched first, then her tongue. She took it just like a baby would and sucked enthusiastically. I had my first orgasm of the evening as she bore down on my breast and then switched to the other and gave it a work out. I think I could have taken that all night, but I had other plans. My hands found her tits now and they felt even better than they looked. Her nipples were smaller than mine, but they seemed quite sensitive and I enjoyed coaxing them out and pinching them. Each breast was a delightful handful and I felt the urge to taste them and suck them. Jill was forced to let go of my tits as I pushed her back into the soft pillows on the sofa and bent to kiss her breasts. Her skin smelled fresh and fruity and tasted delicious. Not content with merely kissing them for long, I took one in my mouth and sucked hungrily. Jill was overwhelmed with the feelings my mouth and tongue were producing. She closed her eyes, lay back, and gave herself to to me. I sucked those sweet little titties until I could feel her first orgasm ripple through her body. "Oh my god," she was whimpering. "That feels incredible." I told her I wasn't done yet, and pulled the dress over her waist and down her legs. Such luscious thighs and legs! Jill worked out a lot and it showed. I also noticed she must have just shaved her legs as they were silky smooth all the way down to her cute little toes with the dark red nail polish. She was the picture of sexy, dressed only a black thong. I slid my hands slowly back up her legs and pushed her thighs gently open. I could see a couple of stray blonde curls escaping from the thong. As I drew near, I got the first whiff of her fragrance. I gently kissed her thighs and her tummy and told her how pretty she was. I tugged at her thong, eager to bury my face in those blonde curls and to taste her nectar. Apparently Jill's shyness was overcome by her arousal. I was surprised when she lifted that lovely ass and wiggled it a little to assist me in removing her thong and exposing her wet pussy. From the way she was squirming when I kissed her thighs and tummy, I could tell she wanted me to lick her. I was very eager to comply. The soft, blonde curls were now completed matted down with her juices. Her full, pink lips glistened with her nectar. Jill was squirming and thrusting herself toward me. I bent forward and touched my lips to her. A moan escaped from her as I flicked my tongue across her and sampled her honey. I ran my tongue up and down her for a few moments before I homed in on her clit. She was shaking like a leaf now and making some delightful noises. I grabbed those lovely cheeks and forced her clit against my tongue. I wanted to take her now. As I sucked on her I let go of her ass with one hand and thrust a couple of fingers inside her. Jill was whimpering and bucking now. I sucked harder and pressed my fingers in deeper. I felt her hands on the back of my head now, as she pushed my face deeper between her legs and rubbed her pussy all over it. The phrase, "fuck my face," came to mind. I wanted her to come again. I wanted Jill to know how wonderful it was to be taken and loved by another woman. My face was slick with her juices and I couldn't get enough. Her body began undulating as she neared another climax. I kept pushing her, showing her no mercy as she exploded. The room was filled with the sounds of her squealing, whimpering and moaning. She managed to gasp, "Oh, my god!" before she was completely overwhelmed and just laid there with her eyes closed and came again and again. We rested in each others arms for some time, before dragging ourselves into Jill's bedroom. It turned out to be only the beginning to a wonderful night. She eventually helped me off with my skirt and thong. Jill was eager to repay me the pleasure I had given her and she was very talented and a quick learner. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, satiated and content. The next morning, Jill cooked us a delicious breakfast. We were lingering over our second cup of coffee when I wandered over to the buffet, eying all the photos she had to display there. Most of the photos were evidently of her daughter, Bethany. She appeared to be a lovely young woman with long, chestnut brown hair and her mother's blue eyes. Bethany also inherited her mother's trim, althletic figure and small breasts, although she appeared to be a bit taller than Jill with longer legs. The photographs seemed to span Bethany's entire childhood. The youngest was a smiling baby and they ranged to several of her as a teen. I particularly noticed one of her in a cheerleader's uniform and the other playing volleyball on her high school team. Jill walked up behind me delighted to have the opportunity to show off her daughter. "I guess you figured out most of those are of Bethany. She was on the cheerleading squad last year, but she decided she wanted to concentrate on the volleyball team this year. Look at this one in her prom dress. I wish she'd decide on which college she wants to go to next fall, but I probably shouldn't worry. With her grades and her volleyball team going to state, she'll probably get some kind of scholarship." "She's cute, " I said focusing again on the cheerleader and volleyball pictures. "Well.....more than cute. More like lovely." I hoped I wasn't sounding a bit too enthusiastic, if you know what I mean. Jill didn't notice. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying the attention I was giving to her daughter's pictures. I asked her the typical questions one asks about friends' sons and daughters. Stuff like what her favorite subject is, whether she enjoys school, etc. Jill seemed eager to talk about Bethany. I told her I was looking forward to meeting her, which was definitely the truth! I wouldn't have the opportunity to meet Bethany for quite some time. The next time Jill and I got together was the following weekend. Bethany was staying with her dad and we spent most of it in Jill's bed. We began spending a lot of time together and Bethany's weekends away with her dad allowed us a lot of privacy and the opportunity to focus on each other. Our relationship continued to deepen and the sex was great. Jill had discovered a new side of herself and she couldn't get enough.