7 comments/ 162694 views/ 9 favorites A Girl Named Sam By: Hcstuds I first saw her at the new convenience store on the corner of the new bypass and Walnut Road. I had stopped in to get a six pack and as I walked through the door, she greeted me almost as if she knew me. I couldn’t help but smile. She had that kind of effect on me. She was almost as tall as I am and I stand six feet even. She was young but it was hard to tell just how young she was. She was slender and was wearing the nondescript uniform of convenience store clerks everywhere. She had on a white shirt, blue pants, and an oversized vest that hid her features. She wasn’t really pretty, cute maybe. Her hair was a shade of dirty blond. There was really nothing outstanding about her. But when she smiled and spoke, my dick stirred. After we exchanged greetings, I proceeded to get my beer. I returned to the counter to check out and we just naturally started talking. "You are wearing my shirt," she said as she accepted my money and was getting my change. I looked down to see that I was wearing a shirt given to me by a friend who hung out at Sam's Bistro in Titusville where I used to live. "You know Sam for Samantha." I said, "Well that's great. Sam for Samantha from Titusville. I'll have to wear the shirt more often now that I know it's your shirt." Another customer came up to the counter and as I turned to leave, Sam said, "Hey! You'll come back in, right?" I nodded and she said, "O.K. I'll see you then." When I left the store, my heart was beating a little faster. As I drove back to my apartment, I had to laugh at myself for being so foolish. Here I was pushing 55 and all a flutter over a girl that was at least 20 or so years my junior. But it did feel good and every time I needed anything from the store over the next couple of weeks, I drove past two other stores to see Samantha or as she insisted, Sam. When I went into the store, Sam would always speak to me with a big smile that affected the fit of my shorts. If she was not busy, which was most of the time since it was a new store; she would come from behind the counter and chat with me. She would always touch me on the arm or back as we talked. One time before she went behind the counter to take my money, she slipped her arm around my waist and gave me a little squeeze. I had to lean against the counter to keep her from seeing the tent in my pants. I had no idea where this was going but I was enjoying the ride. I always left the store with an erection and several times I rushed home to masturbate while imagining all the things I would like to do with Sam. When I thought of her and played with myself, I would come harder and with more volume than I had in years. I am not an obsessive person by nature but I was on the verge of obsessing over Sam. Sometimes when I was watching sports or a movie on TV, I would think of her and my hand would automatically go to my crotch. I was masturbating two or three times a day and it was Sam’s image in my mind every time. What I could not understand was why she would even give me the time of day. I was two months away from my 55th birthday and she had to be in her early twenties. I didn’t take very good care of myself. Oh, I walked two to three miles everyday but I ate and drank as I wished resulting in a weight of 245 pounds on my six-foot frame. Besides all of that, I am bald. I am not putting myself down but I do own mirrors. One night, I dozed off watching TV and when I woke up, I realized that it was 11: 30. The second shift was over and I had missed seeing Sam. I made a sandwich and reached for a beer. I only had one left and since I generally stay up all night, I decided to make a beer run. I knew that it was too late for Sam and sure enough as I entered the store, there was another clerk behind the register. She looked to be about 35 years old. She had short red hair and was really built. She smiled and greeted me but all I felt was disappointment at not seeing Sam. As I walked toward the beer case, there she was. Her face lit up as she saw me and I am sure that I was sporting a silly grin. To my surprise, she said, "I didn't think that I would get to see you tonight since it is so late." I explained, " I fell asleep watching TV and since it is so late, I almost went to a store closer to my place. I'm glad that I didn't now that I got to see you." For the first time in our two weeks, I snaked my arm around her and pulled her to me. She did not resist at all. Instead she snuggled against me and for a moment, I thought we were going to kiss. At the last moment, she seemed to realize where we were and pulled back. Earlier I told you of some of my features. Now I will tell you that I (and most of the women who have shared parts of my life) think that my best feature is my cock. It is a hefty eight and a half inches when aroused and at that moment, it was fully extended. I turned to the beer case and took out a 12-pack of long necks, which I held in front of me to hide my throbbing penis as I turned back to Sam. The cold from the beer and the separation from her were allowing my cock to recede. Sam looked a little flushed. She pointed in the general direction of the beer and said, ”I sure would like to have one of those right now.” I did not want to scare her off by being to forward but I took a chance and said, “Let’s go.” She said, “I can’t go with you uh tonight.” With a funny look on her face, she almost shyly added, “I’m not old enough to drink beer.” “Oh my God,” I thought, “At least 25 years older than her. Of course, she wouldn’t want to go anywhere with me.” I said out loud, “You are not old enough and I’m too old.” I asked, "Just how old are you?" "I'll be 20 in ten days," she said. "But my mom and step-dad allow me to drink at home if I do it in moderation." I told her, "Follow me to my car." She took a bag of peanuts and a candy bar to the register. After she paid, she stood to the side and was talking to the clerk. I paid for the beer and asked for a paper bag. I took the beer to my car, placed a couple of bottles in the bag, and waited for Sam to come out. She came out of the store and over to the open driver’s window of my car about a minute later. I handed her the bag of beer and she reached into the car and rubbed her hand over my chest. She turned and got into the passenger seat of the car next to mine. The driver was a Hispanic man that looked to be about 25 years old I went home with the knowledge that I was an old fool to think that I ever had a chance with a sweet woman twenty-five years younger than me. I felt empty but went home and jacked off until I blew my load over my chest where she last touched me. It was a miserable night. I went from being depressed to thinking about Sam and masturbating to being depressed again. How could I have been so stupid? She was just a friendly young woman and in my blown out of proportion ego and need, I had tried to make something sexual out of it. Thankfully, I finally fell asleep. The next evening when I awakened, I moped around thinking of my loss. I missed her. It was like I was on the losing end of a relationship. I ate. I moped. I sat. Then I moped some more. By the time it dawned on me that I might make the most of a bad situation, I ran the chance of not seeing her that night at all. I shaved, showered, splashed on a little cologne, dressed, and was on my way to the store to see Sam. What was I going to do? What was I going to say? I had no clue. Maybe I could just act casual and when I talked with her just kid around as if nothing had happened. For her, nothing had happened. When I got to the store, the third shift had arrived and I could see Sam in the office very busily working with one of the overnight clerks. I guess they were changing over. I stopped for a moment hoping that she would look up so I could wave. She didn't so I decided to get beer and leave. If she saw me, good. If not, that was OK too. I walked around the store and was standing in front of the beer cooler with a six pack when I heard, " Hey Good Looking! Were you going to come into the store and not even speak to me?" I told he that I had seen her in the office and she looked busy so I was just taking care of business. She said, "If you will change that six pack into a twelve pack and can pick me up in fifteen to twenty minutes, I'll help you drink it." I stupidly asked, "What about your boyfriend?" She frowned and said, "Boyfriend?" She giggled and continued, "You mean last night. That was my stupid stepbrother who was giving me a ride. I need to call him and tell him I won't need one tonight if that is all right with you." I said, "I'll see you in twenty minutes." She said, "Park around on the side of the building." God! What a rollercoaster ride I was on. Depression. Elation. Could my heart take this? Who the hell cares at this point? I rushed home, put the beer in two six pack coolers, threw in some ice, and headed back. As I was pulling into a parking place, Sam came around the corner to the side of the store. When she slid into the passenger seat, I handed her a cold beer. She waited until we pulled onto the dark street to take a long swig of her beer. She had changed. In her own clothes, she looked much younger than in her uniform. She was wearing a loose fitting, lilac colored, silky blouse and a darker lavender skirt that came down about halfway to the knee. The outfit showed off her beautiful slender legs and as she raised the armrest and slid over next to me, I got the hint of a glimpse of her panties. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I turned my head and gave her a light kiss on her lips. Outwardly, it was not a kiss of passion, but I do not have words to describe what was going on inside. My upper head had given up all control of cognitive ability to the smaller head below. It was guiding me to steer my car to my apartment and quickly ravage Sam. But I guess a part of me still feared rejection and was hesitant. As if she were reading my mind, Sam asked, "Would be all right if we drove over to Titusville? It's only about a 45 to 50 minute ride and I would like to get out of town." I took I-4 to the East-West Expressway to Highway 50, and we were on our way. During the ride to T'ville, Sam very casually chatted about her day at work. She didn't gripe or moan about pay or the hard work. Instead she talked about the people who came into the store. She told several amusing anecdotes and at the same time kept me stone hard by keeping her left hand on the inside of my right thigh just inches from my rock hard cock. Following Sam's directions, we pulled into the parking lot of the Hacienda del Sol Condominiums. Anticipating my question, she explained that her father had a condo in this building but he would be in New York for the next two weeks and she had a key. We each carried a six pack cooler up the elevator and into the 4000 square foot condo which overlooked the Indian River with a view of the Kennedy Space Center's Vehicle Assembly Building, where the Space Shuttles are assembled, and in the distance the Shuttle Launch pads. While she was giving me the obligatory tour of the condo, I was mapping out my strategy. I decided to fight my urge to grab her and rip her clothes and instead to play it cool. However, I did nothing to hide the bulge in my pants. After the tour, I sat in a chair at the dining room table and Sam straddled my lap. We leaned forward and our lips met in a kiss. Lightly at first and then more passionately. We were kissing and touching and groping. Our tongues were dueling. As I started sliding my hands up toward her breast, she gasped into my mouth, "You are going to be disappointed." I replied, "Not if they work." Her breasts were small. In fact, they were little more that large bumps on her chest. Out of each one sprouted a hard nubbin of a nipple that felt to be almost a half-inch long. We continued kissing as I started flicking her nipples with my thumbs. When I could wait no longer, I unbuttoned her blouse and interrupted our kissing to take her nipples into my mouth. I took turns rubbing them with my lips and tongue. As I kissed them, they seemed to grow longer. Sam was all moans now and our breathing was labored. After several minutes of kissing her breasts, I slipped her off my lap onto the soft, deep-pile carpeting of the floor next to the dining room table. She was so beautiful lying there with her blouse gaping open and her skirt bunched up around her hips. The look on her face was pure lust. I knelt between her long, smooth legs and started pulling her panties off her tight butt. Her little well trimmed pussy was stunning and sopping wet. I could smell that pungent musk odor that only an excited pussy gives off. As I looked at her lying there, I did not care if I ever climaxed again. My only desire was to make this Sam's best sexual experience ever. I would look for ways to make the next one better. I start kissing, nibbling, and tonguing my way up her left inner thigh. When I neared her pussy, I backed off and started on her right inner thigh. When I reached her pussy this time, I rested my upper body weight on my elbows and placed her knees over my shoulders. I licked her crack from her asshole to her clit. I did this for several minutes until I felt her body began to tense. I let my weight rest on my chest while one hand toyed with her nipples and the other hand supplied first one finger then two fingers to fuck her pussy in rhythm with my mouth licking and sucking her clit. Sam was out of control. She alternated between clamping her thighs over my ears while trying to pull my head into her pussy with both hands while her body going into spasms and trying to push my head away. Then another climax would hit and another cycle would begin anew. She tasted so sweet, I could have gone on forever. After I pleasured and tortured her for about twenty minutes, I allowed her to push me away. I crawled up over her body and she opened her glazed eyes and looked at me like I was a god. I kissed her fully and deeply allowing her to taste her own sweet pussy juice. She asked, "Is that what I taste like?" I shook my head yes and all she could say was "Ummm." My thoughts exactly. Resting my weight on my knees and elbows, I held her until she recovered. It took a long time. Every so often, she would tremble. It must have felt good because she would giggle. After about 30 minutes, Sam spoke to me. Very softly in my ear, she said, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me any way you want. You know, I had this all planned out and everything went wrong from the start. But I didn't know that the feelings that I've felt tonight were possible. So fuck me but not here…not on the floor. Let's get a shower and go to the bedroom." We lost our clothes as we stumbled our way to the shower. For a moment, she seemed surprised that I was getting into the shower with her. She just smiled as I adjusted the water. I bathed her as she touched, hugged, and kissed me. I sat her on the ledge of the seat as I washed myself. My dick had lost a little of its rigidity but was still standing away from my body. It was super sensitive. I knew that it would endure only limited physical stimulation before erupting. I quickly rinsed. I toweled the water off our bodies and we headed for the bedroom. The bedroom was large with a king-sized bed in the center of one of the walls. Sam jumped upon the bed and crawled to the middle to lie down. God, she was beautiful. If I had been asked to describe the perfect woman, Sam's image would have never come to mind. But here, tonight, she was the most beautifully perfect woman in the world. I joined her on the bed. I kissed her face, her eyes, her nose, her lips and moved to her hard nipples sitting atop her tiny breasts. They were small but they sure did work and all I knew was that I wanted to make this moment last as long as I could. I moved between her legs and used my hand to slide my engorged cock along the slippery wet lips of her sweet pussy. I gathered her moisture from her pussy lips onto the head of my cock and start to slowly enter her tight vagina. Sam started to moan immediately and by the time I had inserted about half of my cock, an orgasm swept over her body. It was almost more than I could stand. I slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her. She was tight and deep. The walls of her pussy were milking my cock like an excellent blowjob without teeth. I very slowly fucked her as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her body. Sam moaned, laughed, cried, screamed, and called on god. I continued with the slowest fuck in my personal history until I felt my balls start to tighten and my body took over. The pace of our fucking increased until my cock was flying in and out of Sam's body like a piston in a well-oiled machine. We were being controlled by our pleasure. I have had all types of climaxes but never one like this. I felt it in my scalp, in the soles of my feet, and in every cell in between. Sounds were coming from my mouth and throat. They were not intelligible but I don't think anyone would have had any trouble discerning their meaning. I pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into Sam. So much that it oozed along the sides of my cock and down the cracks of our asses. I don’t know how long it lasted but after a while, I fell off of her body. Our arms and legs were so tightly intertwined that we stayed connected. The next time that I was aware of reality, the sun was rising over the Indian River, the room was awash with daylight, and Sam was lazily playing with my cock. I looked over at Sam and she was lying there looking at me. I asked her, "Are you trying to start something?" "Maybe later, " she said, "I'm a little sore this morning. But it feels good." I wanted to say something but I wanted it to be good. I wanted to tell her how great she was and how I had cum with more intensity than I had in years but I didn't want to scare her away. Before I could say anything, she continued, " You know, I get it now. All this time I could not understand what all this fuss about sex was all about. I had sex a couple of times when I was seventeen. The first time hurt and the second time lasted about five minutes. It was just in and out. It didn't hurt or feel good. But last night, it was amazing. I feel like a woman for the first time now. Now I get it. "Studs, now I know why my mother was so sad when you moved to Orlando. She had boyfriends before and after you. In fact, she is married now but I'd bet that she would see you if you'd ask. Of course I wouldn't want you to see her." My brain was going into overload. I asked, "What did you call me? Only old friends from T'ville know that nickname and who's your mother?" "You really don't know me, do you? I'm Samantha, Sherry's daughter." It was like I had been hit in the stomach. Oh my God! Sherry Shaw, I had broken up with her and moved to Orlando ten years ago because she wanted a serious commitment and I didn't. I finally got my breath back and said, "Of course, I remember Sherry and I've missed her but I don't believe in going back especially after this long. "Samantha you have to believe that I did not recognize you. I'm sorry that I didn't but you look so different now. You are all grown up. Oh God! Here I am in bed with you. Your mother would kill me." Samantha leaned toward me, held my face in her hands, kissed me tenderly, and said, "I'm glad that you don't want to see her because for right now I want you to be my friend and my lover. I'll keep us a secret from Mom and anyone else you want me to." Then with her best 'little girl' look, she begged, "I know that I got you here under false pretenses but please don't be mad at me." I didn't say anything. I pulled her body to mine, kissed her, and made warm and passionate love with her. A Girl Named Sam Ch. 2 If you read A Girl Named Sam, you will appreciate that this chapter begins two years and three months later. * * * * * I was walking through the concourse of the Fashion Square Mall when a old familiar voice said, "Hi there, Good Looking." I turned to see Sherry. I had not seen her in a little over twelve years and had forgotten just what a pretty woman she is. She's five foot five and weighs about 115 pounds. Her curves are a little on the soft side but she really looks good. When we were together, I was forty-five, she was thirty, and Sam was ten. She would really be pissed if she knew that I had fucked Sam a couple of years ago, even if I didn't know that Sam was her daughter at the time. All I could think of to say was, "Hi Kid, I haven't seen you in years. You're still looking good." "Well, as I remember, it was your choice not to see me," she shot back. "But that aside, you don't look so bad yourself." "Sherry, the truth hurts." I feigned ignorance by asking, "What's going on in your life these days. You married?" She replied, "Yeah, if you want to call it that. How about you?" "Nah," I replied, "You know that I'm not the marrying type. If I were, I'd be married to you "I guess Sam is all grown up," I said. "What's happening with her these days?" She said with a little chuckle, "Yeah, she's all grown up all right. In fact, she is almost six feet tall." She added, "She works at the theaters here in the mall. I'm going to pick her up. Why don't you walk with me? I know she'd love to see you. "She has always liked you. She talks about you sometimes. About a year ago, or maybe more, she wanted to know your last name and stuff. I think she was thinking about looking you up." "Why didn't you tell her?" I asked. "Well, things weren't going so good with my husband and I then and I thought that it probably wouldn't have been wise to introduce into the mix," she explained. "Are you going with?" "O.K." I agreed and almost at once regretted it. As much as I would like to see Sam, I would rather do it alone. I was afraid that Sam would jump to conclusions about her mother and I and I didn't know how she would react. Also considering how she had disappeared, I didn't know if she wanted to see me. But still I went. As Sherry and I climbed the ramp to the theater entrance passing the long ticker sales window, I saw Sam. She had obviously seen us first by the confused look on her face. Sherry rescued the day by calling out, "Hey Sam, look who I found in the mall." It was in between shows so there were not many people buying tickets or going into the theater. Since Sam was one of two ticket-takers, she said something to the other girl and walked down the ramp toward us. Sherry said, "Hi Honey, do you remember Studs?" "I sure do," Sam said. "Hey, what's going on? What are you two doing together" "I bumped into your mother in the mall and she brought me over here to see you," I said. "I'm glad she did. It sure is good to see you again." "It's good to see you again, too," Sam said. She put her arms around me and gave me a hug that was a little too long and a little too tight to be just a friendly hug and my shorts got tighter. Sam turned to her mother and said, "Mom, I don't get off work for another two hours. The girl who takes over for me didn't come in and they asked me to stay until someone gets here. Can you come back to pick me up?" "Well, I guess so," Sherry said. "You know Miguel comes home in about an hour and he'll want his supper ready but I guess I can. Come on Studs. Walk me to my car. I may not see you again for another twelve years." As Sherry and I walked down the ramp, I turned back to look at Sam and she mouthed a yell, "Come see me!" When we arrived at the car, Sherry said, "Get in for a minute. I'm not ready to let you go yet." I got into her car and Sherry said, "Studs, I think about you a lot. I hate to admit it but I still miss you. Don't get me wrong. I'm not pining for you but some days, I really, really want to see you. Right now, if you don't stop me, I'm going to kiss you." With that, she put her arms around me and placed her lips on mine. Her lips were so warm and sensuous. Our lips parted and our tongues came together and slowly probed each other. As I was putting my arms around her, either by accident or maybe by Freudian slip, my right hand cupped her left breast. I didn't offer to remove it and she didn't ask me to. The feeling was as if electricity was flowing through our bodies. I don't know how long we kissed but when we broke apart, we were both panting and my cock was hard as a rock. Sherry said, "This is so wrong. I'm a married woman but I had to know if there was still a spark there." I asked, "Is there?" She seemed to switch gears and said, "Studs, I have to go. My husband will be home soon and I'd better be there." I said, "I understand." Then almost as an afterthought I added, "If it'll help you out, I can give Sam a ride. It'll give us a chance to visit and if she would like to and its O.K. with you, we'll stop and get a bite to eat." She said, "I think that would be nice. But if you don't mind, drop her off up the block. She'll show you the way to our house." She kissed me warmly and tenderly and said, "Bye." That kiss said a lot of things but it definitely did not say "Bye." As I moved away from her car, we both waved. I couldn't help thinking that in the past, I had kissed my ex-wife and two ex-girlfriends at different times but with each one, it was like kissing my sister. Kissing Sherry wasn't like that. God, I almost climaxed while kissing her. But now, I have to get my wits together because in just a few minutes, I have a date to take her daughter home. I might add with her permission. I went by the theater and told Sam that I had volunteered to take her home and that Sherry had accepted the offer. Sam smiled with her mouth but her eyes really told how she felt. Her eyes were beaming and that made me a happy soul. I sat on a bench directly in front of the theater and waited for Sam. As I sat on that hard bench with hundreds of people milling about, I tried to make sense out of the last hour or so. I met Sherry, with whom I had once lived. Our sex lives had been hot and wonderful. Every sexual encounter with her had been like a first time. But when we met tonight, it was normal and natural to make small talk. Sherry took me over to the theater to see her daughter, Samantha with whom I had spent one glorious night a couple of years ago. Sam had just disappeared the next day and had been on my mind every day since. Sam and I stood there at the theater with our hearts jumping out of our chests, making small talk. Then Sherry, the mother, the married one took me out to her car and gave me a 'rock your world' kiss. Here I sit on this bench, waiting in anticipation for Sam, thirty-five years my junior, to come meet for I don't what. About forty minutes later, I looked up from my reveries to see Sam sashshaying my way. She was wearing a loose pink blouse and a tight burnt orange miniskirt. She was using her slender hips to her best advantage. The miniskirt showed off her beautiful, smooth legs. During the last twenty or so steps. She sped up and leaped into my arms wrapping her arms and legs around me. We were laughing so hard we almost collapsed. "Let's get out of here," she said. "We don't have much time tonight." "O.K. but first use my cell phone to call your mom and tell her that you are just now getting off work," I said. "I bought us a little time by telling your mom that we might get a bite to eat on the way home and the phone call will buy us a little more." "I'm not hungry," she said. "At least not for food." As I started the car, Sam crawled through the passenger seat and started planting little kisses all over my face and the side of my head. "Hey," wait a second." I said. "Let's get out of these bright lights and people." I made it all the way to the back of the parking lot. It was still bright with the high intensity parking lot lights but at least we didn't have the gawking passers-by. Sam and I fell into each other's arms and as our lips met, it was as if we were trying to climb into each other's mouths. We kissed and groped for several minutes. Suddenly, Sam stopped and said, "Slide over toward me." As I moved out from behind the wheel, she slid her knees into the floor, unzipped my pants, and released my cock. Without any preliminaries, she popped the head of my already turgid cock into her mouth and started licking and slurping. This was a total surprise but I was in heaven. I stroked her hair while she pumped her mouth up and down while tickling the underside of my cock with her tongue. This was a first for us and along with the events of the evening, it wasn't long before I was warning Sam that I was about to cum. Her response came by way of increased enthusiasm. I pumped my load into her mouth. She continued to suck and swallowed almost all I had to offer. The small amount that escaped from the corners of her mouth was quickly captured with her tongue. She cleaned my cock with her lips and tongue and looked into my face with a smile that went from ear to ear. "Did you like that?" she asked. "I've been wanting to do that since we were in my Dad's condo in Titusville." I glanced up because I saw something moving in my peripheral vision. It was a white car with Security written backward across the front and a yellow light flashing on top. Since there were no other cars in the area, I knew we were the target of their attention. I had forgotten those damned security cameras. I yelled, "Hold on" to Sam, who was still in the floor. I put the car in drive and headed took off. As I whizzed past the security car, the driver was blasting his horn. Even though he made a sharp U-turn, I sped off the property before he could catch up with us. We sped west on Colonial Drive but had to pull over a few blocks away because we were laughing so hard. Noticing that we were in the parking lot of a Jiffy Store, I asked, "Would you like a beer?" "Yeah," she replied. "But unless you are going to pull that thing back out, you might want to zip up your pants before your go into the store." When I got back in the car, I handed her a beer and asked, "Where to fellow fugitive? My apartment?" She replied, "I want to but I can't tonight. I'd better get home. I don't want to arouse suspicions." On the way to her house, I asked, "What happened, Sam? Why did you disappear?" "The morning after you took me home," she explained, "they called me into work and fired me." She continued, "Remember giving me those beers the night my step-brother was giving me a lift home? Well, I guess the third shift girl figured out what was going on and ratted on me. "Either she was jealous or was trying to score brownie points. Anyway, they told me that they could not allow anyone with such obviously low moral character to continue to work there. What really gets me is that the area manager came by the store a couple of times and asked me if I would go somewhere with him. You know, like to a motel. One time, he even patted me on my ass. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to cause problems and it him that told me I had low moral character." "Sam, honey, don't take it personally," I said. "He's just an asshole by nature and he's an asshole to everybody, unless he is trying to get something." "Well, he didn't get anything from me," She continued. "Studs, I really tried to find you. I didn't know your last name, where you lived or anything. I even asked Mom about you but she just kept changing the subject. "That was the reason that I was so surprised to see the two of you together. Mom and her husband, Miguel, have been fighting a lot lately and well I wouldn't be surprised at anything. He's such a prick. Mom can't do anything to please him. He complains about everything." With that, we turned into the development where she lived. I started to stop but Sam told me to keep driving to the end of the street. After many blocks, there were streets laid out for future development but no houses. "Turn left at the next corner and park for a minute," she said. I did and she was ready to kiss me. We were just getting to the pure passion stage where reason takes flight and clothes prepare to be shed, when Sam suddenly stopped. She reached into her purse and handed me a small note pad and a ball point pen. "O.K. mister," she said. "Write down your full name, your address, your phone number, and your cell number. After last time, I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you again." I complied and we started kissing again. I moved my hand up and flicked the hard nipple on her tiny breast with my thumb. "I want to make love with you," I pled into her mouth. "Yes and I want you to but we can't tonight," she replied. "I'm already late enough that it might cause problems." She gave me a sweet kiss, patted my rock hard cock, and moved to exit the car. As she was preparing to close the door, she said, "I love the way you respond to me." I said, "Me, too." I rushed home and went straight to the bathroom and almost hurt myself masturbating so hard. As I was spurting those thick ropes of pearly white cum into the basin, I was thinking how Sam could arouse me to such an extent with a just a touch, a word, or just a smile. I crawled into be and as soon as I was horizontal, I was out. I was awakened by the melody to Elise. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was from my cell phone. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was a pay phone. I started not to answer but thought it might be Sam. It turned out to be Sam's mother, Sherry. "Studs, this is Sherry. I need to talk with you," she said. "Can we meet somewhere?" "Yeah, I guess," I replied. "When?" "Is now O.K.?" she asked. "I just dropped Sam off at work and I could meet with you someplace this morning?" The meeting was set at the Florida Mall entrance to the Adam's Mark Hotel lounge. I arrived about five minutes before Sherry and stood there wondering what this was all about. She sounded upset on the phone. Did she know about Sam and I or was she guessing? Had Sam thrown off clues? Sherry arrived and we went into the lounge and sat at a table. Turning down the offer of food, she had a wine cooler and I had a beer. "Studs, I want you to listen and don't talk until I get through," she started. "I know that you are an up front kind of guy and I'll try to be the same. You know that I don't do things on a whim. I try to apply logic and reason and proceed with caution. It doesn't always work that way but I try. "I married Miguel because I loved him or at least I thought I did. He was a kind and loving man. He seemed devoted to me and cared for Sam. Studs, after you and I separated, I had a void in my life and after a couple of years Miguel did a lot to fill that void. We dated for almost two years and lived together for another year before we married. Almost immediately, he changed. It was like one day, he was kind and loving and the next he was a control freak. He criticizes everything I do. I can't cook, clean, or even have sex to please him. After all these years, I have come to my wit's end. " It has got to the point that I just endure sex with him. He complains that I don't do something, then I do it and he complains that he had to ask. If I try to be innovative, he asks why I did that. Studs, I haven't climaxed in almost two years but I almost did when we kissed last night. You know that I'm no good at masturbation. I need you to help me out…sexually." "I don't want you to make love to me," she said. I need for you to fuck me, not every day but once in a while…maybe once a month or so…just enough to keep me going. I won't interfere in any other part of your life and will try not to be too demanding. If I call and you can't see me, we'll just meet when you can. I can't tell you how hard it is to come to you like this but I'm desperate. Bottom line is, will you go upstairs to the hotel with me now for an hour or two?" I had quietly listened to Sherry and watched her expressions and body language as she spoke. Knowing her as I do, I knew that she was not asking me for a pity fuck. I could see and feel her need. She was asking me as someone whom she respected and knew she could trust to help her out by satisfying her libido. I knew that I was going to continue to explore whatever relationship I could have with her daughter and wondered what conflicts might arise from that. I knew that this was no way to fix a marriage. I knew from experience that I would enjoy every minute we would spend together because the sex would be great. I also knew if she insisted, I would give in and participate. But most of all, I knew that as her friend and a man who cared a lot about her, it was my duty to talk her out of this scheme. "Sherry, I feel so bad that you are in this situation," I empathized. "But I think that you are treating the symptom instead of the problem. It's like taking medication for the pain and letting the tumor grow unabated. I would love to be the outlet for your sexual energies but I don't know that it would solve anything. It would be like taking you out of the marriage and just leaving the empty shell of your body there. "Sherry, you are a beautiful, intelligent woman. You have so much going for you. Your daughter is grown now. It's not like she needs a daddy. Why don't you just divorce this prick and move on with your life?" "Studs, it's not that easy," she replied. "There are reasons that divorce is not an option that I can't or won't discuss, at least not now. I am not here trying to save my marriage and I don't want to hurt Miguel. I'm here for a very selfish reason. All I am trying to do is save my sanity. There is no one else that I can ask to do this. Are you telling me no" "No, I answered. "Let's go upstairs." "Have another beer," she said. "I'll go get the room. I ordered another beer, paid the tab, and moved to the bar. As I was finishing the beer, my cell phone rang. "Come up to room 1427, Sherry said. As I was being pushed upward by the elevator, the stirring in my groin made me know that I wanted this liaison with Sherry more than I was willing to admit. By the time I reached the door to room 1427, my libido had kicked in and I had a raging hard on. The door was open a tiny crack. When I stepped into the room, Sherry was already in bed with the sheet pulled up to her neck. She said, "Get undressed and get into bed with me." I closed the door and without a word, I sat on the side of the bed and removed my clothes and shoes. I pulled the sheet back to find Sherry in all her naked splendor. She was as beautiful as when I last saw her like this twelve years ago. As I crawled under the sheet, Sherry turned to me and I took her into my arms. Our lips and within seconds our tongues met. I snaked my left hand down and cupped her ass cheek pulling her against me. After several minutes, I remembered that she, like her daughter Sam, liked to have her breasts played with. I started moving toward her succulent charms by kissing my way there. I kissed and licked her chin and down her neck. As I took the rock hard nipple of her right breast into my lips, she said in a husky voice, "As I told you earlier, I don't need you to make love to me today. I need you to fuck me. So if you don't need anymore foreplay, and the size of your hard dick pressing into my tummy indicates that you don't, can we cut to the chase?" I rolled her over on her back. She spread her thighs and raised her knees. I crawled between her legs and as I looked down into her pussy for the first time in years, I had an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss her sweet spot. As if reading my mind, she reached her hands forward. One hand was pulling on my ass and the other was guiding my cock into her waiting pussy. A Girl Named Sam Ch. 2 I felt the head of my dick enter her velvet hole and slowly slide in. God, was she hot! With her pulling and me pushing, it didn't long until my cock was in to the hilt. I started slowly stroking. Pushing my cock all the way in, pressing pubis-to-pubis, sliding to the side, withdrawing a little, and starting the rotation all over and over again. It only took about ten strokes until I felt her body tense and the walls of her vagina start to pulse along my cock. Wave after wave of passion flowed through her body. It was all I could do not to release my own sexual tension but I had to remember that this was Sherry's day. I wanted her to accomplish whatever she came here to do. I continued pumping my cock into her as she languished in the throes of passion. When my body started to tire, I leaned forward resting my weight on my elbows. I held on to the top of the mattress to keep applying pressure during my down stroke. My mouth was next to her ear and I kissed it and licked from the lobe to the top of her ear. She was making unintelligible sounds but it sounded as if they were rapturous. After about seven or eight minutes, it became more and more difficult for me to continue so I withdrew and motioned Sherry to turn over onto her stomach. When she did, I pulled her up on her knees raising her ass high in the air. I attacked her sweet pussy from the rear. I felt her juices flowing along my dick and down my legs. When I felt her pussy start to spasm again, I could not hold it any more. I started pumping my creamy cum into her sweet pussy and soon I felt it combining with her juices running down my legs. I reached peaks of passion that I had not experienced since my night with Sam over two years ago. What powers did this mother and daughter possess in order to release such powerful climaxes in me? Not knowing the answer, I simply enjoyed the moment. We moved over to the dry side of the bed and held each other. No words were necessary. We lay in each other's arms and she rested her head on my chest. We drifted into the arms of Morpheus, the god of dreams. It seemed like moments later when Sherry gently shook me and said, "Studs, I've got to go. It's after 4:30 and I have to pick up Sam at six and rush home to fix supper before seven." "I'm sorry I fell asleep," I said. "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Don't be sorry," she said. I was so relaxed that I dosed off, too. As for helping, I don't think you could help any more than you already did today." "Well, I could pick up Sam for you," I ventured. "We got along pretty good last night and I think you're right. I think she likes me. I think she thinks I'm O.K. for an old man." "I know she likes you," she responded as she was putting her clothes on. "She told me so when I went into her room last night. She said she had a good time. She thinks you are funny and cute and would like to see more of you. I'll call her." "And say what?" I asked. "Honey, I'm over here fucking Studs and your name came up… Why don't you let me surprise her and she can call you one way or the other? I feel like a good dinner tonight. I hope she's hungry." "Hey, wanna take a shower with?" I asked. "I remember your showers," she giggled. "I'd better take one at home since I'm in a hurry." She kissed me and took two steps toward the door. She stopped and turned with her arms out. I put my hand over my dick to keep from staining her dress. She hugged me close and kissed me in a way that made my dick hard again. "She said, "Thanks again. Bye" She was out the door. I quickly showered and rushed over to pick up Sam. I got there at 5:35, which was good timing. I surprised her when I told her to call her mom and tell her she had a ride. I told her to tell her mom that it was me and that we were going to dinner. Sam told me that a security man approached her earlier in the day and told her that a girl that looked a lot like her was parked way out back last night. Sam told him that it could not have been her because her mom picked her up last night. I said, "I'll pick you up in the parking lot of the Olive Garden next door." Sam came running across the parking lot and looked as if she was about to burst out laughing. She got into the car and I asked her what was so funny. "Well, yesterday if I had not been in the floorboard giving you a blowjob, the security cameras would have picked me up parking in the back of the parking lot," she giggled. "Today, I'm sure they caught me running across the parking lot at full speed. I'll bet that they are up there in the security room trying to figure out what I'm up to." We both had a laugh. "Man, am I ever hungry!" I exclaimed, "What do you feel like eating?" "Do we have to eat right now?" she asked. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, "as if I didn't know." She put on her little girl face and spelled, "S - E - X." "Oh Baby, I don't think I could ever refuse you sex," I said. "But I haven't eaten since yesterday and if I tried to have sex before I ate, you would be going to a funeral this weekend. I wouldn't want you to have to go through all that." "Well, if I have to eat instead of having sex with you, I want a big juicy steak, she pouted. "And I want to eat it in a nice restaurant like Barney's" "Well, Barney's it is," I stated like she had won something. "I want to say that eating and sex are not mutually exclusive. We can eat and then have sex." As we were driving the twenty or so blocks to eat I said, " I would have thought that you would have got a car by now." She said, "I did but I wrecked it." "Did you get hurt?" I inquired. "Nah, just some bruises," she answered. I added cautiously, "And a boyfriend?" "Well, I had one of those also," she said. "But I wrecked it too. Oh and before you ask, I didn't get hurt in that wreck either. In fact, I didn't even get a bruise." We were both laughing as we pulled into Barney's. It seemed that everything was easy between us. We both talked and laughed easily. Even though thirty-five years separated our ages, it didn't seem to matter. This happened to be one of those nights when everyone I knew was in the restaurant bar. It seemed that almost all of them made a point of coming out into the dining room to speak to me and, of course, be introduced to Sam. If I knew something about the person, I would mention it to Sam during the intro. Some were professional people, some were working people, and some I knew only very casually. I told Sam that the word had gone around the lounge that I was in the dining room with a beautiful young woman and they all wanted to get a better look. Instead of being annoyed, she seemed to enjoy it. As the parade slowed down, I had the opportunity to ask, "What did your mother say when you told her that we were going out?" "She was in a really happy mood, she said. She was cooking dinner and she told me to have a good time. She said that you were a really good guy and she couldn't be happier that we were spending time together." Sam was really happy that her mother was happy even if she didn't know why. I, on the other hand, was faced with a dichotomy. I was sexually involved with both mother and daughter. I could mentally justify both relationships. Both women wanted me and I wanted both women. There were compelling reasons for both relationships; however, to choose one would mean to lose both. Hell, this wasn't a dichotomy, it was a losing proposition. "I glad that she feels that way," I finally said. "Because of our past, she could have a completely different attitude and that would make it a lot more difficult for you and I." "I know," she said, "and I also know that she is married but I think that she in still in love with you." "How can you say that?" I asked. "From everything I see, she is doing everything possible to make her marriage work. If she is as unhappy in her marriage as you seem to think and she indicated last night, why doesn't she get a divorce?" "She has a pre-nuptial agreement that will only give her a small settlement if she divorces him without a contracted reason like adultery, incest, or a major crime," She stated. "If she sticks it out and lives longer than him, she will control over forty million dollars. "You live in a nice neighborhood but it isn't the kind of neighborhood that I would expect a man of those means to live in," I said. "That's because he's cheap," she said as she was finishing her steak. "Let's go find a motel and take care of that S - E - X," I suggested. "Studs, I think that I ought to go home," she said. "I'm kind of worried about my mom." We drove in a kind of disappointed silence to the parking spot in the back of their development. We kissed gently and then passionately. She reached over and unfastened my belt and pants. She tugged my pants and shorts down to my knees. She removed her panties and said, "Studs, scoot over here." I did and she straddled me and aimed her wet pussy toward my stiff dick. She hesitated just above my dick until I manually positioned it to swipe her pussy lips back and forth. She lowered herself on me so that I was enveloped completely in one plunge. We started thrusting against one another. I pushed her blouse up above her naked breasts and started torturing her hard nipples with my lips, tongue, and teeth. It wasn't long until I felt her body tense and her pussy walls start to milk my cock as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. She said, "Studs! Oh God baby, cum in me now. Oh baby now." That's all it took to push over the top. I exploded into her sweet pussy with all the force that I could muster. It took almost two minutes for Sam's body to recover from the aftershocks of our brief lovemaking. Sitting atop me, Sam said, "I was supposed to be off tomorrow but they don't know if the girl who is supposed to work tomorrow is coming in or not. She hasn't called and they can't reach her. They asked if I would work and since I need the money, I said yes. But tomorrow night, we are going somewhere and have sex for hours. Your apartment, a motel, or anyplace private will do. Eat before you pick me up. Just before my wilted dick escaped from her pussy, she arose and put on her panties and miniskirt. She left the car and walked around to the driver's window while adjusting her skirt and blouse. She stuck her head into the window and gave me a cock-stirring kiss. She whispered into my ear, "I love you." I drove home knowing that I was in deep do-do. Just about mid-night, my phone rang. It was Sherry. She wanted to share the news that Miguel was flying out tomorrow morning and would not be back until Friday. She said that she was putting him on the plane at 7:06 and she could meet me at 8:00 or so. She said that the hotel at the mall would be O.K. unless I knew of a cheaper place that was clean and comfortable. We met at Denny's Restaurant for breakfast and then journeyed over to the Holiday Inn. We were just going into room 214 when my cell started its rendition of Elise. I answered and Sam said, "Are you in a place where you can talk?" I said, "I will be in a moment." I pushed the mute button and said to Sherry, "Go on inside. I have to take this call and I'll be right in." Sam said in a somber voice, "The airlines called and said that the flight that Miguel was on had crashed into the Atlantic and there were no survivors. "Sam, first of all, are you O. K.?" "Yes," she said. "I am worried about Mom. Is there any way you can be here when she comes home?" "It will take me a few minutes to cancel my morning appointments, then I'll be on my way," I said. "You know that I don't know where you live, don't you" "I never thought about it," she said. "Just come to where we did it last night and call me from there. You'll only be block and a half from our house." I went back into the room and found Sherry lying naked on top of the covers. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Sherry, the call I just received was about Miguel's flight." She looked serious. "The plane went down in the Atlantic just north of Jacksonville and at this time, there are no survivors." A Girl Named Sam Ch. 3 This chapter is an immediate continuation of A Girl Named Sam Ch. 2 I just told Sherry that her husband was killed in a plane crash in the Atlantic Ocean, north of Jacksonville. She doesn't seem to be reacting. She has a very serious look on her face and may be in deep thought. I cannot keep from thinking as I look at her nude form that she is a beautiful woman. She was lying here seductively nude waiting for me to finish a phone call and come into the room to either 'make love to her' or 'fuck her' whichever was her preference du jour. I know that I will probably have to pay for things like this someday but as God is my witness, I am sitting here looking at her even in these circumstances and my cock is rock hard. Finally, Sherry asked, "Studs, what do I need to do right now?" "Protect Sam from the press and relatives that may present problems," I replied. "Two questions: First. Does Sam have someplace in the neighborhood that she can go until we can pick her up? And would you like me to call her and instruct her?" "Yes, she has a girlfriend that lives about a block and a half away," she answered. I assumed that the answer to the second question was yes and acted accordingly. I called Sam and told her that she had to get out of the house as quickly as possible. I suggested her friend a couple of blocks away from her house. "But Studs, why do I have to leave?" Sam asked. "Please do as I say," I commanded. "I'll explain every thing when I see you. You know that I care very deeply for you and your mother and every thing that I ask you to do is for your benefit. I found your mother and directed her to a motel. I'll take you to her. Go now." "What should I take with me?" she asked. "Nothing! Go now! Call me from there and give me the address and phone number." I ordered. "O.K. I'm gone." I turned to find Sherry still lying on the bed as nude as she entered the world. She asked, "Is there anything further that needs to be done right now?" "No, I don't think so, except to go get Sam," I said. "Then let's get on with what we came here for," she said. I started to object but Sherry slid to the side of the bed and grabbed my rock hard cock. She said, "If you didn't want to, you wouldn't have this." All my arguments were mute. I shed my clothes and crawled between Sherry's legs. I wet my cock with her pussy juice and slid it into her waiting pussy as far as it would go. I looked into her eyes and said, "I don't think that this is going to last very long." We silenced each other with a deep and passionate kiss as we started thrusting against each other. For every thrust I delivered downward, she met with an equal upward thrust. We were fucking in the animalistic sense of the word. It was only a few minutes until I felt her body tense and the walls of her pussy started the continual spasming that I loved so much. I continued to fuck her as I watched orgasm after orgasm wrack her body and within orgasms were waves of bliss that moved through her. I lay over her with my weight resting on my elbows while I held her trembling body waiting for her to come back to me. She smiled up to me and said, "Thank you. You know that I really needed that. Now tell me what to do. But first let me share some things with you. The reason that divorce was not an option is that he is or was worth about forty million dollars. Before we married, I signed a prenuptial agreement that stated that if I divorced Miguel except for very specific reasons, I would only receive a small settlement. Our holdings are in a joint trust for which I have sole right of survivorship. I'm going to need your help sorting things out." "We will talk about the details at a more convenient time," I said. " Right now, drive across Landstreet Road and check into The Fairfield Inn in your real name," I said. "I'll go get Sam and drop her off. She can get your room number from the front desk.. Relax and maybe take a nap. If the traffic is like I think it will be around your place, this trip may take a while. I'll see you in as quickly as I can." As I drove across town, I was thinking that with the limitations on Sherry that she felt from her marriage having been lifted, it was going to be more difficult, if not impossible, to continue seeing both Sherry and Sam. I was sure that Sherry would be more open with her affections now and that would cause problems with Sam. And, of course, if Sherry found out about Sam and I.…Oh God, what a selfish bastard I must be! A man just lost his life and here I am wondering how his death is going to affect my sex life with his wife and her daughter. I was surprised at how little traffic was around the entrance to Sherry's subdivision. I parked in the driveway of Sam's friend's house. Sam and her friend came out to the car and Sam introduced me to Susie, who seemed to be appraising me. It made me wonder what Sam had told her. Sam thanked Susie for being there for her and got into my car. We drove down to the corner where turning right would take us to Sam's house and turning left would lead us to the main street out. Looking toward Sam's house, we could see the jam of cars and reporters roaming around in front of their house. They had set up a bank of TV cameras and lights in their driveway. Sam exclaimed, "Holy shit!" I asked laughingly, "Do you want to go home and pick up anything that you might need?" "Let's get the hell out of here," she said. "I told you that I would explain why I wanted you out of there. Now you know." I continued, "Sam, thanks for taking me at my word and doing as I asked." "Why wouldn't I?" she asked. "As I told you last night, I love you." We drove quietly across town until Sam asked, "Do we have to go directly to Mom's hotel?" "You haven't seem my apartment have you?" I asked as I exited the expressway. Sam can seem so mature for her age sometimes and at other times her childlike side emerges. She made a big deal out of the security gate to my complex. I handed her the remote control to the gate and she clicked it with the bravado of a knight scaling the castle walls. I thought, "In just a few minutes, I'm going to be making passionate love with this little girl." Of course, by then she will have become a mature woman again. We walked into my apartment and little girl Sam was still present. She bounced on each of the four sofas arranged in a quadrangle in the sunken center of the room. She then went to the sound system built into the wall and turned on the stereo. She squeaked, "Nice" when sounds of Nocturnes by Chopin filled the room. She went into the kitchen, opened cabinets and drawers, and looked in the oven and refrigerator. She went into the study and stood silently for a moment then asked, "Have you read all of those books?" "Yes," I said. "And wrote a few of them." She proceeded through my bathroom with the 6X5 foot sunken tub into my bedroom. She looked around and seemed to be taken back by the size of my bed. I had it built to my specifications. It has a special air filled mattress with an electric pump to keep it at my desired firmness. Sam shed her clothes onto the thick piled carpet and jumped onto the bed. "Studs," she said. "This is the perfect apartment. I kind of felt sorry for you when you said that you lived in an apartment but this is better than most houses I've seen. All of a sudden the woman Sam was back and said, "If you haven't noticed, you have a naked woman in your bed. So what are you going to do about it?" I took my cue from her and shed my clothes into the floor and joined her on the bed. I held her tenderly and said, "It's wonderful to finally have you nude and in bed with me." She said, "I can tell by the way your dick is pressing into my tummy that you like it." I pulled Sam close and our lips met and our tongues intertwined with the love we felt for each other flowing from body to body. Our arms were wrapped around each other and our hands were roaming. I rolled Sam onto her back and kissed my way to the hard nipples sitting her tiny breast mounds. With Sam breast size really did not matter. Her nipples were so sensitive that kissing and nibbling on them were almost enough to push her over the edge. As I continued punishing her nipples, I put my left hand between he legs. She opened her legs wider to give me better access. I wet my fingers in the juices of her sweet pussy and pushed my forefinger and ring finger into her pussy while letting my thumb gently massage her clitoris. It was then that I felt the first climax start to build in her body. It started out small and started rolling like a snowball on a snowy mountainside and as it kept rolling until it reached avalanche proportions. Her body and legs were trembling and her head was rolling from side-to-side. I removed my hand from her crotch and moved my body until it was over hers. I continued administering to her nipples and her body remained in the clutches of what seemed like continuous climaxes. After a while, I slid my body lower in the bed and placed my mouth over her pussy and licked along her pussy lips to her clit and continued kissing, tonguing, and nibbling her sweet spot. My left hand returned to her nipples, while my right started exploring her tight butt. I noticed that juices were flowing from her pussy down the crack of her ass. I wet my index finger with her juices and placed it at the entrance to her anal cavern. I pushed gently and it slipped in to the first knuckle. I start working it back and forth until it was completely buried in her tight virgin ass. If it were possible, her climaxes seemed to increase in intensity with this latest intrusion. I continued eating her pussy and finger fucking her ass until her body was vibrating so hard that her butt was clearing the mattress by about three inches. So much so, I was having a hard time holding on. I turned Sam over and raised her ass into the air and wet the length of my cock in her juices. I placed the helmet at the entrance and pushed against her until my cock was completely buried in her tight cunt. Sam was so tight and the walls of her vagina were in spasm by her climaxing. Her pussy was milking my cock with such fervor that all I could do was to fuck with all my might. I started thrusting with long hard strokes until I felt my balls tighten and my cock start to pulse. My body took over, as my strokes became faster and shorter. I blasted all the cum I had into Sam and we collapsed into a pile on the bed. After our bodies settled and we had returned to reality, I said, "We had better get a shower and go check on you mom." I helped her into the sunken tub and placed the shower curtain so it was hanging inside the tub. I pulled it so that we were fully enclosed. I turned on the fifteen-inch center showerhead so that we were receiving a gentle rainlike shower. Warm air was being circulated inside the enclosure. When were wet, I turned off the shower and soaped us from head-to-toe with a liquid moisturizing soap. I suggested that she hold on to me as I turned on the rinsing shower. Showerheads lowered and we were deluged with water from every direction. After the shower, I wrapped Sam in a heavy terry cloth robe and handed her a bath towel. I showed the dressing room off the bath where a hair dryer was located if she needed one. God knows I don't. When I took her clothes in to her, she said, "Studs, one day, not today, but some day, I want you to fuck me in the ass." That was such a sweet and loving request that all I could do was kiss her as best I could." On the way to the hotel, I asked Sam if she had called work. She said that she had because she really did not know what was going to happen now. I asked' "Do you have any college credits?" "Yeah, I only need three semester hours to get an AA degree." She replied. "Would you like to get a Bachelor's degree?" I asked. "What I'd really like to do is get an MBA, so I could do something in the field of business," she said. "Maybe your mother will let you go full time if you keep your grades up," I suggested. "I have a 3.64 GPA now and with you as a tutor, I could do even better," she said. I laughed, "Well, I don't know about that." We arrived at the hotel and I sent Sam in to find out what room her mom was in. It was kind of funny when Sam came back to the car and said, "She's in room 214." We knocked and then entered the suite of rooms. Sherry was coming out of the bedroom. She had on the hotel robe and was barefooted. We all took neutral seats. I asked Sherry if she was all right. "Well, Studs, I've been thinking all morning," she said. I truly am sorry that Miguel is dead or at least that he died the way he did. In many ways, he was a good man. He was not good to Sam and I but I guess he thought he was because he provided us with a good living. He gave me an allowance but thought that Sam should make her own way. It was O.K. for her to live with us as long as she followed his rules. I had the hardest time believing that he was gone until I called the airlines and asked if it were possible that he got off the plane in Jacksonville. They said that it was highly unlikely because the flight was non-stop to New York. "So, am I all right? I think that I may be better than all right. The main feeling that I have is relief. Oh, I have some things that I must do. The two main one are a memorial service for Miguel and some mostly technical financial stuff. Yeah, I'm O.K." She smiled and genuinely looked happy, "How about you Sam?" "Well, I don't see how my life has changed much one way or the other except maybe for a little more freedom," she said. "I'm glad that you are feeling O.K. because I wanted to tell you that we stopped by Stud's apartment. He's got a great place. I took a shower there. He's got a sunken tub and a computer operated shower. When you rinse off, water is coming at you from every direction. Mom, I think that you could get a shower, douche, and enema all at the same time." We were all laughing at the enthusiasm of Sam's graphic description. But I knew that I had a very serious issue to bring up and this just might be the right time. "Sherry and Sam, I have a very serious issue to discuss with you and I have to ask you to allow me to finish before you speak, I started. "Again, please do not interrupt until I finish even though I'm sure that you will want to. Sam, I love you. I know that I'm thirty-five tears older than you are but I do love you as much as I can love anyone. I love you and I'm in love with you. Sherry, I also love you and I'm in love with you. "Please listen," I continued. "Miguel's death has changed a lot in your lives whether you realize it or not. The three of us have the potential to have a lot in common and I think that we should start off with a clean slate so I will set the record straight and we can decide what our future holds. First of all, Sherry except for being happy for you, I am not looking for any part of your good fortune. Having said all that, ladies, sit back, I'm just getting started. "A little over two years ago, I met Sam when she was working at the convenience store near where I live. I didn't know who she was but there was something about her that really turned me on. As it turned out, Sam and I did go out. It was the night that she called you and told you that she got a ride to her father's condo. I was the ride. We spent the night and most of the next day together. Yes it was sexual, very much so. I brought her back to work the next day and picked her up and took her almost all the way home that night. The next day she disappeared until you took me to see her at the Fashion Square Mall. "When I walked Sherry to her car, she kissed my soul and I knew that I had feelings for her. The next day, Sherry asked me to meet with her. She told me of a scheme whereby we would meet once in a while for a sexual liaison to satisfy her needs. I tried to talk her out of it but I saw and felt her need and could not turn her down. Be very aware that I was not just giving her stud service or feeling sorry for her. I enjoyed every minute of it. Every day since I came back into your lives I have had some type of sexual activity with each of you, including today. "I would not blame you if one or both of you never wanted to see my face again. If that is what you want, I will go away and for every day for the rest of my life, I will miss you both. But even if that happens, except for pain I may have caused, I do not regret the time that I spent with each of you. What I would like to happen is for us to continue. You two love each other, both of you love me, and I love both of you. If we can work out a few details, I think that we could be happy together." We sat there in silence for quiet awhile. Finally Sherry spoke, "Studs, I know how hard it was for you to do what you have done this afternoon. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you and really appreciate your honesty. I think that Sam and I have a lot of talking to do and while you might help us, I don't think that you ought to be a part of this discussion. When and if we come to a decision, we'll call you." I stood up and held my arms out to both of them. Sam moved toward me first and Sherry followed. I put an arm around each of them. I turned toward Sam and offered a kiss and she responded with a warm open mouth kiss. Sherry did the same. I knew there were no answers in those kisses. We just didn't know what else to do. Before I left I said, "Don't go home until you call a neighbor and find out if the coast is clear. Once the media finds someone to cry for the cameras, they will leave the others alone. Bye for now." Sam came to the door and with tears flowing down her cheeks, she said, "I love you, Studs." I drove to my apartment, opened a bottle of Glen Fiddich, twelve-year-old Scots whiskey, and proceed to get stinking drunk. I woke the next morning in my bed with the smell of the lovemaking residue from Sam and I yesterday floating up from my mattress. God, is there no peace? The day started bad and went downhill. Just a few days ago, I had a full life. I had things to do and people to see and now nothing. My life could not have changed that much that quickly. The call came at 2:17 P.M. on the second day without Sherry and/or Sam. It was terse and, for Sherry, rather flat. She said, "Studs, Sam and I would like for you to join us for dinner this evening at 7:30. Is that O.K. with you?" "I'll be there," I said and she hung up. I only knew that I would know something that evening. I was alive again. I didn't know anything. There was no indication of their decision or if they had made a decision. But I knew that they were thinking about it. I scurried about getting ready for the evening. There was not that much to do but, at least, I was doing something. I laid out my clothes. I chose my new, navy blue, suede sport jacket, a pair of gray slacks that were a gift from a Japanese publisher, and an Italian cut, cotton, ecru shirt. On the way, I stopped at a liquor store over on Orange Avenue because they have a large wine selection. I bought a bottle of Merlot for Sherry and a bottle of white Ziff for Sam. I arrived at 7:13, respectively early, but not too early. Both Sherry and Sam were somber and my exuberance quickly dissipated. Very little was said through a delicious roast beef with new potatoes and baby carrot dinner. As the main course ended and after each of us had at least two glasses of wine Sherry finally spoke. "Studs, I think that you know that Sam and I love each other very much," she began. "In fact, nothing is more important to me than my daughter. Furthermore, both of us love you and are in love with you and we believe that our love for your is reciprocated. It was because of this love between all of us that it only took about fifteen minutes to decide that we could peacefully share you." A Girl Named Sam Ch. 3 My heart leapt for joy. I wanted to jump up and hug and kiss them but there was more. Sherry continued, "What took so much discussion was the second issue. We love you and want to please you but neither Sam nor I have any lesbian tendencies. As exciting as the three of together sounds, we don't know what to do. So Studs, if you will teach us what to do, we will share our love three ways. We will be true to you and you must be true to us. Sam tells me that you have a fabulous apartment but you will also have a bedroom here that you can use at anytime. I will decorate it to your liking. Of course, Sam or I or both of us will join you as you please." Wow, all I was asking was to continue as we were but without the secrecy but they were willing to take it to a different level. I stood up and held my arms out toward them. Both of them came to me and caressed me. I put my arms around each of them and drew them close. They both kissed me at the same time. I said, "I love the both of you, fully and equally. Of course, I'll be true to you. Both of you have the ability to make my dick hard with just a smile. Making love with you two leaves with no energy or desire to even look at someone else. "Now let's try something," I continued. "Let’s all three kiss at the same, that is let's see if all three pairs of lips can touch.” We did that and then I opened my lips and licked their lips with my tongue. Sam was the first to let her tongue out to play but soon all three of us were dueling. I was expecting that either Sam or Sherry would stop but after about five minutes, I realized that I was being accepted as the teacher and I would have to take the lead. “So, how do you feel?” I asked them. “A little turned on,” Sherry said. “Me too,” Sam rushed to add. I said, “Let’s go into the bedroom and get rid of our clothes.” The three of us went into Sherry’s bedroom and without further instruction, the three of us stripped. I told them that the first thing that we would do that I would lie on the bed while one of them sat on my face so I could eat her pussy while the other would sit on my dick. It was agreed that Sherry would get her pussy eaten.” “Now while we ‘re doing this, you will be facing each other so you might as well help each other feel good,” I said. “I want you to place your hands on each other’s breasts so that you can move your thumbs over each other’s nipples.” They stood facing each other and each touched the other’s breasts. They flick the nipples with their thumbs. All four nipples instantly became erect and I could tell by their expressions that it was feeling good. It was time to move on. “Sam, I want you to play with your mother’s nipples with you lips and tongue,” I instructed. “Just do to her what you like for me to do to you.” Sam sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hands along side her mother’s ribs. She pulled Sherry’s nipples toward her mouth and lovingly started to nibble and lick. Sherry started moaning. She put her hands around Sam’s head and pulled her closer to her bosom. When I saw that Sherry was close to reaching a climax, I told them to switch. Sherry sat on the bed and put two pillows under her butt. She brought Sam close to her and started tongue bathing her right breast. She continued until she had tongued the entire breast and without touching the nipple, she moved to the left breast. She repeated the process on that breast. Sam’s eyes were wide as she said, “Oh God, Mom that sure feels good.” When Sherry had finished the rest of the breast, she moved to the nipple. I slid my hand between Sam’s legs and allowed my thumb to enter her pussy. My forefinger was brushing her clitoris. Sam was moaning loudly and I felt her body tense as a powerful climax wracked her body. I looked to see if Sherry had noticed Sam’s climax. She was smiling as she continued to lick Sam’s nipples. She looked like she was almost there. I removed my hand from Sam’s pussy and moved it to Sherry’s thigh. When she felt my hand, she spread her legs. I put two fingers in her juicy hole and used my thumb to massage her clit. I felt a movement against my arm. It was Sam. She had pull away from her mom’s mouth and knelt between Sherry’s legs and began working on her mother’s tits. It was Sherry’s turn to reach the blissful state. She started to tremble and shake. Several waves of passion washed over her body. When she started to come down, Sherry placed her hands on each side of Sam’s head and pulled her face up to hers. Sherry kissed her daughter fully on the mouth. It was as passionate a kiss as I had ever witnessed. Mouths were open and tongues were at play. Sherry said, “Honey, thank you. That was very special.” “We ought to thank Studs,” Sam said. “After all, without him, we wouldn’t have this.” Sherry asked, “Well, just what do you think we should do?” Sherry and Sam were giggling as they grabbed me and pushed me down on the bed. Sherry took me by the head and we kissed deeply and then I felt Sam’s warm mouth circle the head of my cock. I enjoyed Sam’s expert blowjob until I was about ready to explode. I said to Sherry, “I think I offered you a pussy licking. Crawl up here and get it. Sam let me scoot up on the bed and then please fuck me.” Sherry straddled my face and I started licking her soaking wet pussy. Sam knelt over me and with her hand she rubbed the head of my cock along her pussy lips. She lowered her body toward me and pushed her velvet tunnel down over my rock hard cock. I don’t know just what they were doing to each other but they were enjoying it. Sherry and Sam started climaxing just minutes after we started the three-way and were going at it hard. Sherry’s pussy juice was flowing into my mouth, over my chin, and down along my neck. Sam’s pussy was griping my cock like a fist. Her vaginal walls were quivering and that was all I could take. My cock exploded and pumped spurt after of cum deep into Sam’s cunt. We moved around until we were lengthwise the bed. Sam was on one side and Sherry was on the other. We were holding each other. I asked, “What did you girls think about what we did?” Right away Sam said, “I liked it and want to do it some more.” Sherry said, “I didn’t think that I would like and I think that if the other woman was anyone but Sam, I don’t know if it would be as good. I don’t know if that makes sense, but I do know that the three of us make good sex. Studs, is there anything else we're going to do?” "Do you want to?" I asked. "Yes," they answered in stereo." "Well, you could taste each other's pussy," I said. "You probably will eventually, so why not tonight. Sam since you still have a good load of my juice, why don't you lie across the bed on your back. Sherry, you straddle her head like you did to me earlier except lean forward until you face is in Sam's crotch." They were in position but not doing anything but looking at each other. "Ladies, again you know what you like having done to you. Just do that to the pussy in front of you. Take your time and go at your own speed. This isn't a race. Just start by kissing what's there." Both were tentative at first but, as had been the case that, Sam reached up and licked Sherry's entire slit. That put Sherry in the mood. I reached between them and ran my hands lightly over their nipples. It wasn't long until the sounds were very erotic. The slurping, tongues lapping, and the guttural moaning was making my cock stiff again. I noticed that both of their stomachs were quivering indicating that they were getting the job done. I walked to the side of the bed where Sherry's butt was sticking up in the air and laid my dick along the side of Sam's face. Sam leaned back and took my cock into her mouth. After a couple of strokes, I pulled out of Sam's warm and willing mouth and inserted my cock into Sherry's pussy. Sam went back to licking but now she was licking where my body joined her mother's. A little later, just as I felt my balls tightening, Sam licked my balls and that little area just behind my balls and that sent me over the top. We couldn't find a dry spot on the bed big enough for us to lie down, so we moved into another bedroom. We lay there holding, caressing, kissing, and confessing our love for one another. I had never felt more in love or more loved up until then. I said, "I think that I'm going to be spending a lot of time over here." Sherry said, "My sentiments exactly." Sam piped in, "You'd better because I know where you live and I'll come get you." We all giggled. And for lack of a more creative ending: We all lived happily thereafter. * * * * * Thanks for those who sent feedback. You were very kind to me. Also thanks for voting. This is as it sounds the end of this series but there will be others. A Girl Named Sam She had to be at work at three. With bathing, eating, and the trip back, it was close but we made it with fifteen minutes to spare. As we were pulling into the store, she said, "I have to go home tonight but come see me." I asked, "Need a ride?" She replied with a big smile, "See you at 11:15." When I arrived at the store, Sam was ready to go. She was leaning against the wall of the store and when she saw me, she broke into a big grin, ran to the car and kissed me. "I really missed you tonight, she giggled. "I missed you, too." I replied. On the way to her place, she said that she did not think that it would be a good idea for me to take her to her house and asked me if I minded dropping her off at the front of the development. When I dropped her off, she kissed me and said, "See ya tomorrow." She ran about ten steps, turned in the headlights, waved, and blew me a kiss. That was the last time I saw her. She did not show up for work the next night or the next. When I asked what happened to Sam, I was told, "Clerks come and clerks go, especially the young ones." A Girl Named Sue Sue and I had worked together and were friends because I was married, happily so, or so I thought. Sue had quit her job earlier, the year before my wife and I separated. She had moved to a small town, north of where I lived and started her own business. I hadn't seen her in nearly two years. After my separation, I went back to haunting the local bars. One Monday night I ran into her, in one of the neighborhood bars. As luck would have it, she had a date. I did get to borrow her for a couple of dances. As we got to talk some, I told her about my separation. I also got her phone number and promised to call. They left early and I had a beer or three too many. Her number was in my shirt pocket and I forgot about it until I did my laundry later in the week. There was a pay phone in the laundry mat so I called her. We made a date to go out the following Friday night. After getting directions to her new place, I hung up and danced a small jig. The people in the Laundromat must have thought I was a crazy man. ***** To be honest, Sue is not a raving beauty. But then again, neither am I. At five feet five inches and a hundred and twenty pounds, she was all solid woman. Dark short hair and dark brown eyes top a well-developed curvy body. She has a good sense of humor and is sensuous as a cat. She's a fun person to be around, with a wild and crazy streak, when she wants to let it all hang out. Just the type person I needed to be around in my present mood. There had never been anything sexual between us before. We just liked each other and considered ourselves friends. I figured we would go out and have a good time. Dance a little, drink a little beer, talk, and raise a little hell. ***** Friday evening around seven, I arrived to pick her up. She had asked if I still had my old truck, so that's what I drove. It's a 1953 Chevy panel truck. I've completely restored it, along with hopping it up. It looks stock except for the wide tires and chrome rims, but you step on the gas and it will fly. It has late model reclining bucket seats in the front and carpet over foam in the back. I'd even replaced the old AM Radio with a quad stereo system. There was a built in cooler behind the driver's seat and it was stocked with beer. As I bounced out of the driver's seat, Sue came out the back door, and headed down the hill toward the driveway. I tripped over my own feet at how she looked. The other night she'd had on a baggy sweater and loose fitting slacks. Tonight she wore a pair of Levi's that had to be painted on, boots, and a man's western shirt knotted at the bottom of her rib cage. I had seen her in a bathing suit, years before at a company picnic. Then she'd had a little bit of a belly and was chunky across the hips. This was not the case now. Wow, what a change. After I got my feet untangled, I opened the door and held it for her to get in. She stopped in front of me and looked me up and down. "Well, if you ain't gotten better looking with age. Lost some weight too, I see. Single life must agree with you." She grinned broadly as she gave me a quick hug. Monday night I had been dressed as sloppily as she had in a sweatshirt and old jeans. But she was right I had lost six jean sizes in the last eleven months. The last time she saw me I wore size forty pants. "Thank you, very much but I'm not the only one. What happened to you? You look great." She grinned and did a little, slow spinning turn. "My best girlfriend here has an aerobics studio, with a weight room. She's been a dear and helped me shape up." Shape up wasn't the word for it. That flat, tight belly, with a cute little navel peeking over a heart shaped belt buckle had taken some work. I know, I'm still working on mine. Levi's can hide a multitude of sins or be a girl's best friend. This pair displayed Sue's ass to perfection. The knot on that shirt accentuated her belly and breasts. The top three snaps were not snapped, allowing her breasts to play peek-a-boo. She climbed up into the truck saying, "I'm glad you brought this old thing. I used to watch and listen as you left the lot at work. I've always wanted a ride in it. Boy, it sure looks better now that it's painted all one color." I laughed as I went around and got in. She was sure right, I had waited until last to do all the body work and paint it. I fired it up and let it roll slowly back down her steep driveway, and out into the highway. Showing out, I stuffed it into first and hammered it. By the time I hit forth gear we were doing ninety. The whole time, Sue had a death grip on the door handle and edge of her seat. But she was also laughing and cheering me on. There was a crooked section of road coming up so I backed off and coasted. The motor and exhaust quieted. "That was wild," she said with a wide grin. "I had an idea this thing would be fast but I've never ridden in any truck or car like it." We rode on down the highway, talking and joking. I told her there was beer in the box. She leaned over and snagged us two, giving me a teasing glimpse of her pointy breasts, riding high in her open shirt. I was having a good old time and truly enjoying her company. We had about fifteen miles of county road and sixty-five mile of interstate to cover. Sue had suggested a new club that had just opened in the next town to the west. Just before we reached the interstate, she pulled a small can from her purse and some papers. She proceeded to roll a small, tight pin joint. This has always fascinated me, as I can't do it. When it comes to rolling, I may as well have ten thumbs. She lit it and took a couple of slow hits. When she handed it toward me, I shook my head. She looked at me a moment and asked, "You don't smoke? "No, I've tried it in the past but it mostly gives me a headache and causes other problems." "What kind of problems does it.." She paused for a second or two and then finished. "Oh, I see. Makes Willie a little limp, huh?" I grinned and glanced over at her. "Quite to the contrary Willie as you call him, raises his head and won't go away for two or three days. It can be embarrassing." "You're joking, right?" She asked, continuing to look at me. When I shook my head from side to side, she got this big grin and said, "I'll have to remember that and not start anything I ain't got a few days to finish." We both laughed. ***** At the club, we shot pool, drank beer, talked, listened to the band, and danced. The poolroom was over crowded, the beer was warm, and the band stunk. The dancing was great except it was ninety-five degrees in the place. Around ten, we had had enough. We had cold beer and a great stereo in the truck, plus it was cooler outside. We made our way to the truck, arm in arm. When I opened the door for her, she came up on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. I put my arms around her and planted one full on her lips. After a second's hesitation from surprise, she returned the kiss with a startling amount of passion. When we finally broke apart, we both went. "Woo!" and looked at each other a little differently. "I always wondered if you were a good kisser," she said slowly and then took a deep breath. "Now I know. Boy, do I!" "You're not bad yourself. You had better be careful though; you seemed to have woke Willie up." I replied with a grin. She looked down at the slight bulge in the front of my jeans, grinned, ran an amazingly long tongue out, and licked her lips. "I'll take that as a compliment of the highest sort," she said with a laugh. As she climbed into the truck, she said softly, "You better be careful, I haven't had supper yet." "Oh, we can stop down by the interstate; I know this good little restaurant," I said seriously as I shut the door. As I got in the truck, she said, "Food ain't what I had in mind. I kind of have this oral thing, if you get my drift." She licked her lips with that long tongue again. I stared at her for a second or two. The only thing that came to mind to say was, "Don't threaten me, I might like it." We both laughed. As I pulled onto the interstate and got the cruise control set, she moved between the seats and got two beers from the cooler. Still knelling on the floor she handed one to me. She set hers in the holder on the dash and crawled into the back. "Hey, it's nice and comfy back here. Almost like a big vibrating bed." She laughed as she crawled back up to sit on her knees between the seats again. She had her left hand on my thigh, rubbing it lightly as she leaned her head against my arm. She reached over and got her purse. She took out her makings and rolled another joint. This one was a little larger, I could see by the dash lights. She lit it and took a deep draw of it, holding it in a long time. She held it out to me with a big grin. I took it and did the same thing. As I slowly exhaled, I thought, I might as well. I didn't have to be anywhere till Monday morning, nowhere important, anyway. We passed the joint back and forth until about three- quarters of it was gone. Then she crawled toward the back again. After a few minutes, I glanced back to see where she was. "Hey, keep them eyes on the road," she said sharply then laughed. From the glimpse I got, I could tell she was lying at the very back of the truck with her head toward me. Her boots were lying on the floor nearer the front. A few minutes later, she came back up front to kneel between the seats again. As she reached for her beer, I realized the western shirt was no longer knotted, nor was it buttoned up. As her right arm raised and reached out, her right breast and nipple were visible in the bluish green light from the dash. She noticed were I was looking and glanced down. With a smile, she asked, "You like?" Before I could answer, she continued, "Want to see more?" I answered, "Yes, very much, to both questions." With that, she slipped up into the seat and turned to lean her back against the door. The shirt was all she had on. She eased her left foot up and placed it on the back of my seat then slowly raised her right foot to rest it on the dash. She held the shirt, pulled down between her wide spread thighs. It still covered most of her. "You just make damn sure you keep at least one eye on the road and I'll give you a little show, if that's all right with you?" My grin and nod must have been the right answer. She slowly eased the top of the shirt open to display her smallish breasts. They were cone shaped, and pointy. The nipples were what I would call puffy. The dark area around the nipple itself was sticking up, raising the pea-sized nub even higher. When they were fully exposed, she lightly ran her hands over her breasts and nipples, teasingly the hardening nipples, then gently milking them slowly and softly toward the hard pointy tips. Her breathing was becoming deeper and a little ragged. "Do you like my breasts? Do you like to watch me touch them?" She whispered. "They're beautiful," I said. "You've got half my attention and all of Willie's." Her left foot moved down into my lap and rubbed slowly up and down my lengthening member. "Willie can give me his undivided attention, but you keep one eye on the road," She said with a grin. "Would Willie like to see more?" She asked, still moving her foot back and forth. As she replaced her foot on the back of my seat, she said, "From the way Willie is growing and the heat he's giving off, I'd say the answer was yes." She had been rubbing and teasing her breasts all during this conversation. Now, she let her hands slid slowly down across her stomach and up onto her thighs. Parting the shirt as she went. The first thing I noticed was, she was completely bare with not a sign of hair anywhere. The second was that even though she had a dark tan, there were no bikini marks. She was one even color all over. As her hands returned down the inside of her thighs, she said, "Marcie, my girlfriend also has an electrolysis machine and tanning beds," As though she could read my mind. As her fingers reached her sex, they paused and squeezed together, catching the puffy outer lips between them. Then they pulled outward, spreading the lips apart exposing her pearl pink inner lips. As she worked her hands back and forth slowly, the inner lips grew and expanded. Soon they too began to open and close exposing the wet inner slit. The side-to-side motion of her hands changed to an up and down rubbing movement. She would press the lips together, then gently and slowly rub them against each other. She closed her eyes and continued to alternate the movements of her hands until her hips started to move. Sue opened her eyes and grinned over at me. "If you like the show so far, wait until after intermission." She lowered her legs and sat up. She slipped off the seat to knell next to me. Leaning over to kiss my cheek, she placed her hand on Willie at the same time. "Willie sure seems to like the show, but he's got to be cramped up in those tight jeans." With a broad grin she said, "Pull over. Stop for a minute." When I had parked, she said, "Let me have your boots, socks and jeans. If I'm bare assed, you can be too. Just watch your speed, it might be hard to explain to a cop." I turned sideways in the seat and looked at her. She was serious. What the hell I thought, I can be wild sometimes myself. I tossed the boots and socks in the back, and proceeded to wiggle out of my jeans. Since I don't wear underwear, Willie jumped to attention as soon as he was free. She got a bigger grin on her face. "If it's a female cop, you might have a chance of explaining before she arrests you. If she had any sense though, she would just climb in here with us." That long tongue appeared again. The way she licked her lips was so sensuous. She didn't use the tip of her tongue but the side of it about a third of the way down. While I was undressing she was knelling in the back with one hand working on her breasts and the other slowly moving between her legs. When I was finished, I dropped my jeans behind the passenger seat and started to move to the back. "Hey, get back up there, you have to drive. If you're a good boy I'll give you a little treat." With that, she moved her hand out from between her thighs and rubbed the tips of two slick fingers across my lips. With her heady aroma in my nostrils, I licked my lips slowly. She was sweet as syrup and tangy. When I said, "Yummy," she stuck the two fingers back to my lips. I held her wrist as I sucked the two fingers slowly into my mouth and worked my tongue over and around them. Her arm gave a little jerk at the sensations. When they were clean, I released her wrist and allowed her to pull the fingers free as I sucked on them. "A man of many talents, I see. This is going to be interesting to say the least." She stated moving back up front. Once I was back on the road and cruising along, she slipped down between the seats. My seat was in the far back position. When I'd installed power steering on the old truck, I had replaced the large truck steering wheel with a smaller aftermarket one. That made for plenty of room over my lap. I had an idea; she was fixing to make the most of it. She reached out and took Willie in her hand, slowly and lightly rubbing up and down the shaft. "I seem to have lost some of Willie's attention. But I can fix that." She continued the slow stroking. "See he's starting to take an interest again." She grinned up at me. "Are you interested in me exercising my oral fetish?" She stressed the word oral. I glanced down and grinned. Enough said. She leaned over and licked up the still lengthening shaft to the head, where she swirled her long tongue around and round slowly and lightly. Holding me gently with one hand, she worked the whole shaft and head over until it was slick and shiny. She leaned back keeping her hand on the shaft, slowly working it up and down lightly over the full length. Looking up at me she said, "Sucking a nice long, thick dick is my most favorite part of sex. It gets me so hot and horny. I've actually had orgasms while doing it. I'm so wet now with anticipation that it's running down my thighs." To prove it she brought the fingers of her other hand up for me to lick and suck. She was right; they were coated with her sticky, sweet fluid. Removing her hand from my lips and tongue, she leaned back down and licked the clear drop of fluid from the tip of my dick. Using her hand, she milked the shaft from the base to the head and sucked at the very tip again and again. Without raising her head, she said, "You're yummy, too. Spicy and musky." Slowly she lowered her head and engulfed me with her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue was all over me. Her mouth and tongue did things and generated pleasurable waves of feeling that I had never experienced before. From time to time, I felt her nose against my pelvic bone. She had all of me in her mouth and throat. I was happy that she loved to suck a dick because from my end, she was damn good at it. I've never met anyone before or after that was any better. Within a minute, she had me breathing hard and rolling my hips. She kept this up for the last twenty miles of the interstate. I was alternately stroking the back of her head and softly caressing the parts of her breasts that I could reach. Just before I reached the turn off to go north, she stopped moving her head and moaned. A soft shiver went through her body. When it was over, she ran her tongue around and over the head of my dick and removed her mouth. She sat back with a deep breath and eased up onto the edge of the seat. Leaning back, she placed her right hand over her sex and rubbed it lightly. Pulling her hand away, she said, "God, what a mess I've made. It's all your fault. You taste and smell so good and I was really getting into it. The way you were breathing and rolling your hips, I figured you would have come rather quickly, but you didn't. Then it became a challenge to make you. I got a few small tastes but that's all." Once I was lined out and headed north on the county road, I told her, "I loved what you were doing and it was driving me nuts. I wanted to come, and in the worst way, but I've always had this mental block about coming in a woman's mouth." I paused for a moment then went on, "I don't know where it comes from or what caused it, but it's real strong." She looked at me for a few moments then grinned broadly. "We'll just have to work on that won't we? I know I'm going to enjoy my part immensely. You seem to also." She laughed. As she did, I pulled the truck over to the side and into a small dirt side road. About a hundred yards along it I pulled over to the edge and shut off the truck. When I turned the lights off it went totally dark. I flipped a small switch on the dash and two small dim lights came on in the back. "What are we doing here?" She asked softly, looking into my eyes. I took the hand that had been in her lap and proceeded to lick and suck on it until it was clean. "Come on into the back for a few minutes. There's something I need to do." She looked at me for a moment as I removed my shirt. Then she moved to the rear. We were both on our knees as I kissed her long and deep. Our body's seemed to mold and melt together as we kissed and held each the other tightly. Soon our hands were moving all over each other's bodies. Still locked together we slowly lay down on the floor. Our hands were still exploring and caressing. The kiss slowly ended, with us looking into each other's eyes. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, then the lid of each eye, the tip of her nose. Back at her lips, I softly kissed each lip, running the very tip of my tongue very lightly over their surface, nibbling first on one then the other. My hand roamed freely over her breasts, belly, and hips. Her breathing was getting deeper as she lay back to enjoy my caresses and attentions. A Girl Named Sue I sat up slightly and let my eyes travel the length of her body, from hair to feet and back again. "Beautiful," I whispered, not knowing I had said it aloud. "Thank you, kind sir," was her soft reply. She started to say more but I hushed her with a soft kiss. I turned my attention to her high pointy breasts. Even lying on her back, they stuck up high and proud. I licked the sides and undersides with a soft slow lapping movement, before inhaling one of the dark tips. The bud at the tip was as hard as a rock. The swollen area under it was soft, but growing firmer with each swirl and flick of my tongue. She moaned deep in her throat and arched her back pressing the breast to me. When both nipples were hard and well attended to, I moved on lower across her tight stomach to her navel, licking and kissing as I went. When my tongue encountered her belly button and swirled around and into it, she jerked and giggled. I moved on down until I reached the edge of her mound. I took several long slow licks across its smooth, hairless surface in several directions. Her hips pushed upward but I avoided contact with her sex. As I moved on to the tops and insides of her thighs, her legs slowly moved out and up to allow me free access to her inner thigh. I kissed and licked up and down both her inner thighs, from knee to just below her sex. She certainly was a mess, but a sweet and tasty one. Her breathing was harsh and ragged by now. I moved over between her legs and slipped my hands under her tight, firm butt, which she raised slightly and flexed. I continued the tongue bath over the area between her thighs, into but not past the crease on either side of her sex. Her hips were slowly wiggling and her butt in my hand was flexing and tensing. Finally, she grabbed my head and tried to move it to her sex. I resisted slightly but slowly let it move that way, savoring the slick texture and rich flavors of the smooth hairless skin around it. Her sex was wide open and wet as hell. I sucked first one plump outer lip into my mouth to bath it with my tongue and then the other. The long thin inner lips were my next targets. I did them the same as the outer but lifted my head and pulled and stretched on them as I let them slip slowly past my lips. After a few moment of this, her hands returned to my head and pressed it downward. I took the hint and slowly licked the juicy slit several times from asshole to clit, pausing to flick my tongue hard against the openings to her anus and vagina. As I did, her hands pressed down harder and her ass rose up off my hands. A long drawn out "ah" escaped from her lips. My mouth was mashed tightly to her slit, right over her clit, which was, long and stiff. So, I sucked it between my lips and flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth firmly. After about the forth flick, I released my grip on her clit and ran the edge of my tongue in tight circles around the base, just barely brushing the sides of the hard sensitive nub. The jerking of her hips turned into a tight circling motion in the opposite direction to mine. A low deep whine started in her chest and rose to her lips as her hips started to strain higher and higher off the floor. As the whine started to die, I lowered my mouth to the wet opening of her sex and probed it with my tongue. Her ass settled back onto my palms as I continued to lap at her sex. Occasionally running my tongue down the crack of her ass to catch the over flow of juices. The flow finally lessened and I started the finial cleanup. When I finished, I rolled over and relaxed. Sue lay there breathing hard for several minutes. Slowly she eased up onto her elbows and sat up. Without saying a word, she moved over and kissed me softly and gently on the lips in a long sweet kiss. I reached up and stroked her hair and cheek as tenderly as I could with my rough hands. She sat back up and ran her hand slowly over my chest, pausing to gently pinch my small hard nipples. Her hand was wandering lower across my stomach to brush softly against my still hard member. As she stroked her fingertips slowly up and down the length of my shaft, she said, "You weren't kidding about staying hard were you?" About that time, bright lights flood the back windows of the truck. We both jumped up and looked out. A car had pulled into the road and stopped just off the asphalt. It sat there and we sat here, neither moving for several long moments. Finally, the lights dimmed as the car backed out onto the main road and left. We figured that this was our cue to head on toward Sue's house. The cops are not very bad out here in the country but they do get nosy every once in a while. We grabbed a shirt apiece and climbed into the front seats. I got us turned around and back to the main highway. After I was headed north again, Sue eased off the seat and stuck her head back into my lap. Returning to what she had been doing so well on the interstate. She alternately sucked and licked my ridged shaft until we turned into her driveway. When I stopped at the top of the drive, Sue rounded up our clothes and boots. She got the keys off her belt and handed me our pants. She opened the door and started to get out wearing nothing but the unbuttoned western shirt. When I hadn't moved she looked back at me and smiled. "Come on, there's no one around. Anyway, there are enough trees and bushes along here and the house is high enough above the road, no one could see us if they wanted to." She explained as she exited the truck. I grabbed my keys, stuffed them in a pocket of the jeans in my lap, and followed her to the back door of her home. She unlocked the door and we went into the kitchen. She dropped the boots by the door and told me. "Put the clothes on the table. I'll be right back; I have to pee like you wouldn't believe. Make yourself at home. There's beer in the icebox." I opened two beers and took a long pull on one. As I lowered the bottle, Sue returned wearing nothing but her smile. I love women that don't over dress, don't you. She took the offered bottle and took a small sip. Coming up on her toes, she gently kissed my lips. The tips of her breasts barely grazing my chest as she moved up then back down. She moved forward and put her arms around me. I gently hugged her to me. She was so warm and soft. We held each other this way for several long minutes, not moving just enjoying the feel of our nude bodies pressed together. I could feel the soft firm warmth of her breasts and the heat from my shaft, where it stood trapped between us. When she finally stepped back, she picked up her beer from the table and stood looking into my eyes for several moments with a smile on her face. "I've always liked you, probable more than you realized, but I knew you were married and loved your wife. So, I never persuaded it. If nothing more comes of our relationship than what has happens tonight, I will be happy. You've always treated me as a friend and I've thought of you the same way. You're a good man, and they're hard to find." With that said, she looked down at my ridged member and grinned. "As someone once said. A good man is hard to find and a hard man is good to find. And you fit that to a tee." She switched hands with the beer and reached out to grab a hold of my handle. "Damn that's cold." I yelled. She laughed. "I'll warm it back up. Believe me, I ain't nearly through with you yet. You in a heap of trouble boy." She laughed softly again, as she turned and led me away from the kitchen counter I had been leaning on. The only lights on in the house were in the kitchen and bathroom. She led me across the darkened living room to the front door. She released me long enough to open the front door and unlatch the screen. When she grabbed another hold, she had switched hands with her beer again. "Woman, you going to freeze it off if you don't quite that," I said in mock seriousness. "Good," She answered, "Then I can keep it under my pillow and have it any time I want it." She pulled me out onto the front porch and over to the left. There was an old mattress partially leaned against the wall and partially laying on the flooring. "Sit, boy, sit," she said with a short laugh. "That's a nice leash you have there." I laughed. "I'd follow you anywhere, even if you didn't have a death grip on an important part of my anatomy." We sat down and cuddled up. My arm was round her back and waist. She leaned against my side with her head on my chest and her legs across mine. Her left hand came to rest in my lap. We sat there quietly and watched a thunderstorm-working northwest of the lake. You can see just a little of the actual lake from Sue's porch, but it surrounds the little town on two sides. The height of the hill her house sits on allows you to see a very long distance in all directions. As we watched the storm and sipped our beer, we talked softly of many things. After a while, I realized the storm was rapidly moving our way. I asked Sue if she liked storms. Her reply was, "I'd love to make love during one, the caress of the wind and cool rain would add to the heat of passion but the lightening scares me." A minute or so later, she asked, "Do you need another beer?" When I answered "Sure," She untangled herself from me and headed inside. I watched her in the dim light from the street below as she walked toward the front door. Her wide shoulder, slim back, and waist, the sway of her hips and jiggles of her ass cheeks, her trim thighs, and sleek calves. She was so much of a woman. She opened the screen door and turned, holding it open. She looked at me sitting against the wall and smiled. "I could feel your eyes on me the whole way over here. Do you like what you see?" "Oh, yes, very much. You are a very beautiful, sensuous, sexy lady and very, very much all woman. I've wondered why you're still single. Someone should have snapped you long ago." She continued to look at me for a long moment and then said, "Let me get us a fresh beer, and I'll tell you the whole truth and nothing else. Something very few people know about me." She stepped through the door and closed it. I sat and resumed watching the storm, which was much closer. I could now hear the rumble and crash of the lightening. Many things wandered across my mind as I waited for Sue to return. I heard the screen door open and turned my head to watch her walk toward me. The view was just as provocative. What a beautiful sight. She settled down beside me, but didn't cuddle. She handed me one of the beer from her left hand, as she took a long drag off the joint in the other. She blew out the smoke slowly and handed it to me. I took a long draw. We passed it back and forth while we watched the storm roll in. When we finished it, Sue turned her face toward me and kissed my shoulder. I put my right arm around her shoulders. My fingertips brushed against her right breast. I caressed as much of it as I could reach. Her left hand was back in my lap. It was doing some caressing of it's own. "What I have to say is hard to start and harder to say, right. Just bare with me and wait until I'm through before asking any questions or making any comments." She paused for a long minute. "I guess the beginning is the best place." Another pause. "I have been married. Twice. The first time, he and I were both to young and stupid to make it work. The second time was to a guy who liked to beat me up. That did not last long, but lasted longer than it should have. I thought for a short period that I could change him. Wrong." Sue paused and sipped her beer. "I've lived with several other guys and dated a lot more. I don't consider myself promiscuous but some people do. Most guys can't hang with me for long. I kind of wear them out. I like, no, I love sex. The more the better." She sipped her beer and continued. "This part most people don't understand, so I'll say it straight out. I don't just like men I like women also. I guess that makes me bisexual. Many men can't handle that. They don't like the competition. It has nothing to do with competing; it's just the way I am. Women make love different with each other than they do with men. I like the difference. So now you know the whole story." She stopped talking but quickly went on, "No, you don't. I guess I need to tell you the rest." Sue paused and cleared her throat. "There are two more things you should know about me. One, I cannot have kids or so the doctors say. When I was young, I had some kind of infection and they found cysts on my ovaries. The other thing is that I've been madly in love with someone for a long time but they don't know it. Probably the greatest guy I've ever met. Kind, good-natured, loving, loyal are a few of the word that describe him." She sat and sipped her beer for a long time; I began to think she was through. About the time I started to ask a question, she blurted out, "You're the guy. Now I've said it and can't take it back. I know you're only separated and that you could get back with your wife. In a way, I hope you do because I know you love her very much. I've seen that for myself. I don't ever want you or I either one to think, that I was the reason you two never made up." She paused for a long breath. "You can not imagine how much this time with you means to me. It's like a wish come true." She paused for another long moment as I hugged her tightly to me. She turned and cuddled against me, holding me with as much pressure as I held her. Nothing more was said for a long time. ***** I don't think either one of us were watching the storm. I think we were both lost in our own thoughts. I know I was sifting through the mass of information Sue had laid on me. I really didn't have any questions, but I had a lot of things I wanted to say to her. I just wasn't sure where to start or how I could word some of it. This was all rendered mute by a bright flash of light and the loud crash of thunder. Sue gave out with a little squeal as we both jumped and squeezed each other tighter. As we relaxed a cool gust of wind whipped into the open porch, we both shivered. Sue leaned back and looked up at me. I leaned over and kissed her with as much passion and understanding as I could muster. I pulled her up and around until she sat astride my lap, a knee on each side of my waist. We never slowed the kiss or broke the embrace. The kiss became wilder as the storm and wind rumbled on. The rain began and the wind carried it under the eaves of the roof to soak us. Sue's sex was planted firmly against my manhood; I could feel her heat and wetness. She was slowly rubbing it up and down by flexing her hips. As the cold rain struck us, she lifted her hips and impaled herself on my shaft. It slid into the hot, slick, wet tunnel of her vagina slowly, as though she were savoring the feeling. The wildness of our kiss was slacking off as her warm ass cheeks settled, solidly against my thighs. Slowly, she rolled her hips back and forth and then around in small circles. I could feel every muscle inside her grabbing and clasping around me. As the rain grew harder and the wind higher, she began to move slowly up and down, up until the head of my dick threatened to pop out of her, then all the way back down. This went on for several minutes. Finally, we broke the kiss. Sue sat up straighter and increased the speed of her movement. She shortened the stroke and increased the speed until her ass was smacking loudly upon my thighs. She had a hold on each of my shoulders and was digging in with her nails. My hands were on her hips, steadying her and urging her on. I tried to suck one of her nipples into my mouth but they were bouncing and rotating too much for me to catch it. Sue had her head thrown back and was shaking her short wet hair about wildly. As my nearing orgasm built, I could feel the heat inside her body climbing. The searing heat of that velvet sleeve moving tightly over me was too much. I began to shoot load after load into her. As the first spurt blasted out, she froze with me deep inside her. A sharp cry of ecstasy burst from her lips and a flood of hot fluid joined mine. Her hips jerk sharply back and forth on me as her vagina muscles contracted and squeezed me tightly. I reached around her and pulled her tightly to me. I held her this way until our shaking had slowed. Slowly she pushed herself back up to a sitting position. She leaned back and shook her rain soaked hair wildly with a long loud laugh and a shout of happiness. She stopped dead still and looked at me. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on me that would bring a dead man back to life. I held on and returned it as well as I could. She broke the kiss suddenly and sat up straight. She had a wild grin from ear to ear. She wiggled her hips sharply. I could feel my still stiff member squish around in her hot sex. The rain had almost stopped but the wind still blew in hard gusts and swirls. Sue eased up off me and moved back. Still on her knees, she bent over and sucked my sticky, slick member into her mouth. Running her long tongue all over the sensitive skin, she cleaned the whole messy thing up. All the time she was doing this, a soft hum of pleasure came from deep inside her chest. When she had finished there, she proceeded to lick, suck and kiss every inch of me from my belly to mid thigh. I had spread my legs wide apart and lifted my knees to give her free reign. As she sucked my balls into her mouth, one at a time, I could again feel the low growl of pleasure that I couldn't hear. When she was finished, she gave my dick one last little kiss right on the very end and sat back on her heels. I reached a hand out to her but she shook her head and just sat there looking at me. After a moment or two, she said softly. "That was the wildest and hardest I've ever come in my life. The combination of making love to you, the rain, and the wind had me so turned on. I was ready to explode as soon as I felt Willy sliding up inside me. I must have had four small orgasms before it reached bottom." "From then on, every and any movement of your dick set off another small one. When I felt that first hot jet of cum splash inside me, I did explode. I felt like my insides were flowing out of me." She moved forward, onto her hands and knees. She crawled over to kiss me softly on the lips. I cupped her face gently and lovingly in the palms of my hands. She sat back on her heels and ran her hands over my face, neck, and wet hair. "Let's go inside and dry off before we catch our deaths of cold," she said standing up. I reached out, grabbed her by the backs of her thighs, and pulled her forward. She twisted and danced away. "Not yet. Wait until we are dry and in a soft warm bed. We have all weekend." She held out her hand to me. I took it and stood up. I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly. We turned and walked to the screen door with an arm around each other's waist. Sue shut and locked the front door. As she turned back toward me, I pulled her into an embrace, and kissed her softly on the lips, chin and neck. We clung to each other for a few moments before heading for the bathroom. Sue flicked off the kitchen light as we paused at the door. Again, we softly kissed and hugged each other. Once in the bathroom, she took a large, soft towel from the cupboard and proceeded to dry me from head to feet. Front and back. When she finished, I took another towel and returned the favor. I ran the towel over her fine body, rubbing gently but firmly. Touching and holding as I went. I saved her hair for last. Standing close behind her, I rubbed and massaged it, until it was free of excess water. Reaching around her, I took a comb from the vanity and slowly combed the tangles and knots out. She just stood there, with a slight smile on her face. A Girl Named Sue As I watched her in the mirror, she said in a quiet voice. "I sure could get used to this and it wouldn't take long, either." I kissed her gently on the neck and shoulder. She leaned back into my arms. I wrapped them around her and held her tightly against me. I rested my head against the side of hers and just held her. We watched each other in the mirror, until first a smile, then a grin graced our faces. With a squeeze, I released her. She turned around and came back into my arms for a long kiss. ***** She led me by the hand into the bedroom. I helped her turn down the comforter and the sheets. She crawled onto the bed and lay down on her side, propping her head on her hand. I climbed in beside her and lay the same way. We just stared into each other's eyes for a long time. Finally, she reached across and rubbed her hand lovingly over my chest. Then she pushed against me. I lay back, as she moved over and laid her head on my chest. She slid up tightly against my side and hip, hooking her leg across both of mine. She went back to caressing my chest. My left hand softly rubbed her back, from the swell of her ass to her shoulder blades. She wiggled closer still. My right hand came up to stroke her drying hair and soft cheek. The only light was from the slightly open bathroom door. Our breathing slowed and we passed into sleep. It was well after three o'clock. ***** A warm wet mouth doing fantastic thing to my manhood awakened me. As my eyes fluttered open, there was a sight to behold. In the gray, cloudy light of early morning, I saw a pair of sleek thighs, one on each side of my head. Above was a slick, absolutely bald pussy. It was slightly open and opening more as I watched. I slowly raised my arms and caught a tight ass cheek in each hand. I spread them slightly, watching the effect on the opening flower in front of me. I pulled down gently. The thighs moved farther apart as the fully open treat descending toward my waiting mouth. When it was close enough I stuck out my tongue and started to lick the outer lips softly and gently. They were soft, smooth, and clean. I sucked on the tender pink inner lips together and separately. They lengthened and spread farther apart. As soon as they were fully apart, I lapped softly at the slit and made circles around the slowly opening hole of her vagina. As it opened, I stuck my tongue in as far as I could, tasting the sweet tang of her growing arousal. I ran my tongue back and up to flick back and forth over the brown ring of her anus. She jerked slightly at the first contact of my tongue to the sensitive tissue. I moved my tongue back to her opening to find a growing flow of sweet fluid. I lapped it up like a kitten after cream. Running my tongue down and forward brought it to her swelling clit. Softly I swiveled my tongue over and around it, trying not to flick it too hard. There was a humming growl from around my dick, buried deep in her throat. I moved back and forth between her sensitive asshole, wet vagina, and throbbing clit. I worked at it slowly and continuously. Her reaction was to attack my shaft with more and stronger actions and to drench my face with sweet sticky fluid. As her ass bobbed and jerked through a series of orgasms, I got several healthy drinks. I was sucking and lapping at the latest, when suddenly I realized I was coming in long mind numbing spurts. It went on and on. After the last spurt, the pleasure from Sue's tongue and mouth grew more intense, as if I was suddenly twice as sensitive as I had ever been. That's when I realized that I had just come in her mouth. I didn't have much of a chance to think about it, as Sue's pussy was leaking all over my face. I went back to sucking and licking at her flowing opening before I drown. After about a minute of this Sue rolled over and lay down on her back. She was breathing as hard as I was. From where she lay, she said, "Man, you liked to have choked me. You were shooting so hard, long and fast I couldn't swallow fast enough. Not to mention I was coming like crazy myself. For a moment I thought I was going to pass out from too much pure pleasure." She paused for breath. "Making love with you in almost any form is dangerous. It can be habit forming and addictive." I laughed and said, "Look who's talking? I needed a snorkel and flippers, better yet gills. When I came, I thought my whole spine and half my brains were going with it. I couldn't get up right now if the house was on fire." She started to laugh and I joined in. After the laughter died, we just laid there. I moved my hand over onto her belly and let it rest there. She covered my hand with one of hers and rested the other on my arm. ***** I awoke with a start. I was lying alone on Sue's bed. I took me a moment to get orientated and to understand that I had not been dreaming. I could still smell and taste her on my face and lips. I sat up and eased my feet to the floor. I was a little dizzy when I stood up, but it soon passed. I glanced at the clock and realized it was eleven thirty. Almost noon? I looked out the window to see the sun shining brightly. I walked shakily into the bathroom. A towel, washcloth, and toothbrush were laid out next to the sink. There was a small pink note stuck under the toothbrush. ***** "Get cleaned up lover, I won't be gone long. I have a few quick errands to run and someone to visit. There is a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on the chest at the foot of the bed that will most likely fit you. They belonged to my ex. I hope you don't mind. Love and kisses, Sue." ***** I read the note with a smile, and then brushed my teeth. After a long hot shower, I headed into the bedroom to dress. The shorts were a little small and tight but the t-shirt fit well enough. I went into the kitchen to find another note on the table. There were no sign of my clothes, although my boots were still by the back door. The note simple said, "Your clothes are in the dryer. I'll take care of the rest when I get home. I'm also bringing supper. There is stuff in the refrigerator for a sandwich until then." It was signed with, "Love you still, Sue." So, I built myself a sandwich, grabbed a beer, and went out on the front porch. The heat outside felt good, as did the gentle breeze blowing in from the south. I felt of the old mattress but it was still very wet. I moved back closer to the door and found a dry spot next to a support post. I sat down and leaned back to enjoy my sandwich and beer. About my second bite, I was interrupted by a voice from behind me. With a large mouth full of sandwich, I looked around, but could see no one. As I proceeded to chew, I realized the voices were coming from inside the house. I got up and went back inside, expecting to be greeted by Sue. As I entered the kitchen, I saw two women that I didn't know. They had their backs to me and were unpacking grocery sacks. I froze in the doorway. The short older woman turned around, saw me, and screamed, dropping the cans, she had been holding. The tall slender redhead whirled around and saw me. She looked at me sharply and then at the sandwich and beer. She took in the shorts and no shoes. All I could think of to do was take the initiative. "Hello," I said with a gentle smile. "I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you were Sue returning. I was out on the porch when you came in." The redhead thought a split second and said, "Well, hello, yourself. I'm Marcie and this is Wanda. We're friends of Sue's. We've been into the city to shop and got a few things for her." I nodded. "Yes, Sue mentioned you. You own the aerobics studio and helped her shape up, as she put it." I sat the sandwich down on the counter, wiped my hand, and extended it toward her. "Glad to meet you. I'm Randy." When Marcie let go of my hand, I extended it toward Wanda. "I really didn't mean to scare you," I said to her. She looked me up and down and then took my hand. To Marcie she asked, "Is this the guy she's always going on about?" Marcie looked at Wanda hard and said, "Hush, Wanda. I don't know and it's none of our business." Looking at me she said, "You'll have to excuse our Wanda. She's lived to long in a small town where everyone knows everyone else." I nodded again and started to set my beer down. Marcie figured I wanted to help them, and said, "Why don't you take your sandwich and beer back to the porch and finish them. We wouldn't have bothered you if we had known you were here. We know where everything goes and it won't take but a minute to put it away." I stood there for a second in hesitation, and then said, "Ok, I understand. It was nice meeting you both. Again my apologies for startling you." I picked up my sandwich and turned to leave. Marcie called out as I went through the kitchen doorway. "We're glad to have met you. Sorry for the intrusion." Back on the porch, I sat back down and started back in on the sandwich. I could hear them talking quietly in the kitchen as they moved around. About five minutes later, I heard a car start in the driveway. It took about a second for me to wonder why they hadn't seen my truck in the drive. I jumped up and off the porch, heading around the house toward the back. Sure enough, the driveway was empty. I thought Sue must have taken it, instead of moving it, to get her car out of the garage. I went back around to the porch and into the house. I was going to the laundry room behind the kitchen to check on my keys, but stopped short at the kitchen door. Marcie was sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette, and sipping on a beer. She sat on the far side of the table and was facing me. Her long legs were crossed at the knee, with her foot swinging slowly back and forth. The short tight skirt she was wearing was hiked two thirds of the way up her thighs. Above that, she wore a well-filled halter-top, with a light, now unbuttoned jacket over it. She smiled as I took in the display she was putting on. The hard on I had sported since I took the first hits off Sue's bad assed joints last night had subsided somewhat. Looking at this well built young woman and her charms was bringing it back with a vengeance. Her gaze moved down to the growing outline in my tight shorts. Her smile became a grin as she slowly uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them. Making damn sure I could see that she was not wearing anything under that skirt. The bulge lengthened as my dick twitched and jerked slightly of it's own accord. Hastily I moved to sit across the table from her, mainly to hide my growing erection. I also wanted something between me, and the view of her I was getting. If I didn't, that thing would never go back down. She was still grinning at me. I smiled a tight smile and said, "I thought you left with Wanda." She tilted her head slightly and replied, "Those shorts don't leave much to the imagination do they?" She grinned broadly again and continued, "Anyway, I need to talk to Sue about our plans for business on Monday. It won't take long, I promise." I relaxed a little and asked what Sue had to do with her business. She explained that Sue owned the building that housed Marcie's studio. Sue also ran a glamour shot type photo studio that specialized in makeovers next door. They had a group of women from the local woman's club coming in on Monday morning early for a special promotion. The ladies were to have free use of both places for the day. Marcie wanted to find out from Sue what the lunch plans were going to be and what time everything was to get started, since Sue had made all the finial arrangements on Friday afternoon. We had talked about thirty minutes and I was starting to relax and feel safe when Marcie stood up and headed for the refrigerator. She pull two beers out, opened them, and handed me one. Instead of going back around, and sitting back in the chair, she crossed to the table right next to me and turned to slip up onto it. She was sitting not a foot from me with her dress again high up on her thighs. She would open and close her knees slowly as she swung her feet. From this angle, I couldn't see anything but the thought that there wasn't anything but her under that skirt was taking its toll. We talked on about her and Sue's businesses. As we did, she started to squirm around on the table. Her knees were moving more and more toward me. They were also opening wider and staying open longer. The skirt was slowly riding up higher and higher on her thighs. My attention was by now, mostly focused on the fine view I was getting of her neatly trimmed bush. She was a natural redhead, that much I can tell you. As for what was going on, I had no idea. She must know that if I'm in Sue's house, I'm with Sue. This display, while very much appreciated, was giving me fits. Not to mention a very hard time, among other things. Finally, I'd had enough. I interrupted her in mid sentence. "Just what the hell is going on here? You're supposed to be Sue's very best girl friend but here you are, with that gorgeous red headed pussy of yours, damn near in my face. What's the deal?" She flipped her foot so that her shoe fell to the floor. Slowly she raised her foot, until her heel was resting on the table right in front of me. The skirt was by now not covering anything. She grinned down at me and answered my questions. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew. Didn't Sue tell you?" She paused and slipped a slender hand down to rub lightly at her sex. "I'm to be supper for both you and Sue. I hope you're both very hungry." With that, she ran a long slim finger slowly up inside herself. She removed it and brought it to her lips. She slowly sucked the finger all the way into her mouth. She slowly pulled it out with a soft sucking sound. As she lowered the hand and reinserted the finger, she said, "It's almost ready to serve too. I hope Sue hurries along. I wouldn't want it to burn or dry out from over cooking. Want a quick taste to see if it's ready?" She removed the finger she had been slowly working in and out of her sex and pressed it to my lips. I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue all over it. She tasted a lot like Sue, but not quite as sweet, with a little more of a tang. As she lowered her leg and pulled her finger from my mouth, the back door opened and in walked Sue. Sue took a long look at Marcie sitting on the table with her skirt hiked up to her hips. Then she took a longer look at me with Marcie's finger just exiting my mouth. "I see you two have met. Good. Is supper ready Marcie my love? I'm starving." Marcie grinned and said, "Ask lover boy here. I was just asking him the same thing." Sue laughed at my stricken face. "Well, is it ready or does it need to simmer a while longer?" I looked from Sue's grin to Marcie's and back again. "If it hasn't boiled over from teasing me, I'd say it was ready." I grinned myself as Marcie wiggled off the table. There was a small wet spot on the back of her skirt as she walked around the table. She walked up to Sue and kissed her full on the lips. Sue returned the kiss then moved over to kiss me. The passion in that quick kiss spoke reams of information. The quick, firm squeeze and rub she gave my rock hard shaft told me more. "I see Marcie has no effect on you. Don't worry, she has the same effect on me." With that said, she placed my hand up under her long full skirt and between her legs. Her bare sex was wet and slick. I ran one finger up and down in the wet slit and gently flicked her clit. Her hips gave a little jerk each time. Slowly I inserted the finger, up inside her wet opening and moved it easily in and out. Haltingly, she continued, "I cheated. I watched through the back door window for a little while before I came in. She can put on quite a show of her own, when she wants to." Sue had spread her legs farther apart and was slowly rocking her hips in counterpoint to the movement of my fingers. Marcie moved around behind her and adjusted the peasant blouse Sue was wearing until it was off both shoulders. Sue leaned back against Marcie. Marcie's hands came around to cup and squeeze the cone shaped breasts clearly outlined by the clinging blouse. A groan of pleasure came from Sue's lips. After a few minutes, Sue's hands that were hanging by her sides started to gather up the material of the long skirt. The skirt came up like a curtain rising at the theater. First, her knees came into view, then the long sweep of her sleek thighs. The main attraction, her sex with my two fingers working slowly in and out of it came into view. Marcie had worked both of Sue's breasts up and out of the blouse. I slipped off the chair and licked at the smooth mound above her sex, never slowing or stopping my fingers. Sue arched her back and came up on her toes. With a moan, she said, "If you two don't quit I'm going to end up as supper." Marcie giggled and replied, "Then, I'll just have to be dessert." Sue lifted her left foot and placed it in the chair I had vacated. I changed the angle of my hand and arm so I could reach her budding clit with the end of my tongue. As I swirled my tongue around the growing length of it, Sue's hips pressed forward to increase the contact. I removed my fingers from her hot slick tunnel for a second to lap and probe the hot sweet entrance. As I started to return the fingers to their original place, Sue quickly dropped her foot and twisted away from Marcie. Hurriedly she dropped the skirt and pushed the waistband down over her hips. As it hit the floor, she whipped the blouse off over her head. Now completely nude, she moved over and climbed up to sit on the table. She lay down, flat on her back across it. Her head was just off one side and her ass on the other edge. She brought both legs high up in the air and spread them as far apart as possible. Bending her knees, she sat her heels on the edge of the table. Sometime or the other, Marcie had removed the jacket and halter-top she had been wearing. Her large round breasts swayed slightly as she walked over to squat next to the table. Sue's wet open sex was right in front of her face. She leaned closer and gently blew her breath into the opening and up across the slit. Then she inhaled deeply. Her hands had been rubbing at her breasts, teasing the incredibly long thick nipples that tipped them. The tight skirt was pulled up high enough that it looked like a thick belt around her waist. As she pulled on one nipple and then the other, she moved her face back close to Sue's pussy. Her tongue snaked out and wiggled into the wet hole. Sue's pelvic rotated up and hunched against the intruder. If Sue was the best cocksucker, I had ever seen; Marcie was the best cunt lapper. She was an artist. Her tongue and lips never stopped moving as they lightly and gently teased Sue's sex. First, here and then there, and then back again. After watching for a few moments, I moved around the table to suck and lick at Sue's slowly swaying breasts as they rolled around on her chest. I caught one tall tip between my lips and softly scrapped my teeth over the hard bud. One of Sue's hands shot to the back of my head to press it tighter to her tit. The other rolled her right nipple between thumb and forefinger. I lifted my head for a second to look at her face; it held this beautiful grimacing grin of pure ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her hand sought my head and pulled it back to her breast. I resumed nibbling and licking. A loud grunting growl began to build. Sue's hips rose higher in the air and began to jerk and buck against Marcie's face. Her right hand left her breast and grabbed the back of Marcie's head. The hand behind my head pulled harder. I reached over, pinched, and pulled on her left nipple as I had seen her do. The growl became an ascending moan, then a wail as her hips and belly rolled and tossed. A Girl Named Sue As the sound died slowly, I released her breast and nipple and bent to kiss her parted lips. She sucked at my tongue and bit at my lips in the full throws of orgasm. Her hips had stopped moving but her belly still jerked and rolled. As her orgasm subsided, she kissed me more normally, but just as greedily, sucking at my tongue and lips strongly and wiggling her tongue wildly. Slowly, over a long minute or two, this too lessened. She was still breathing very, very shallow and fast. We finally broke the kiss so she could catch her breath. I looked down the table at Marcie, where she still squatted. She was licking her lips, chin, and as much of her face as she could reach with her long flexible tongue. She saw me watching her and stopped to grin at me. "I think we made little Sue go bang with a vengeance. She's always juicy and sweet but tonight she was flowing like a river at spring flood." She grinned again. "I think this is the first time she's ever had the dual attention of two people at the same time. I think she likes it very much. I've never seen her so turned on and hot to trot." I grinned back at her, thinking of the way that long tongue of hers would feel wiggling around inside someone. I tell you, I know when I'm out gunned, but I also thought about the hot flood that cascaded over my dick and balls the night before on the porch in the rain. I think Marcie and I were evenly matched, each in they're own way. There would be no rival type competition between us. I liked her a lot better than I had earlier. She loved Sue as much as I did, and wanted to pleasure her as much as possible. She was as much into giving as I was. In the few moments that Marcie and I were grinning at each other, Sue had lowered her legs and had rolled over on the table. The top half of her body was still laying on the smooth surface, but her feet were on the floor, raising her ass in the air at a beautiful angle. Marcie leaned forward, and licked and kissed at the soft springy flesh of the ass cheeks in front of her. Sue groaned and mumbled something I didn't catch, as her eyes fluttered open. She had her head flat against the table looking at her own right shoulder. Her eyes blinked rapidly several times, then focused. She was staring straight at the rigid staff inside my shorts, not four inches from her face. She smiled and said, "Lose the shorts and hurry. My oral thing is kicking in again." As the shorts hit the floor she lifted her hand to grab a strangle hold around the base of my dick. She pulled and I moved slightly forward to allow it to approach her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked a pearly drop of liquid from the tip. Slowly, without raising or moving her head, she ran her tongue all over the sensitive tip. She pulled forward again but I didn't move this time. She frowned for just a second before returning to bathing the tip and head of my dick. After a few moments, I pulled it back out of the reach of her talented tongue. She rolled her eyes up at me. I smiled and said. "Rest for a few minutes. There's no hurry. It'll still be here and just as hard." She smiled and sighed deeply. Marcie had stood up and was easing around the table. When she reached my side, she placed her hand on my shaft and gently and lightly stroked it. "Doesn't that thing ever go down? I'm more into women than I am men, but I may just have to try this thing out, if Sue doesn't mind." Sue's eyes had been shut again, but at Marcie's statement, they flutter open as she smiled. "After the tongue lashing you just gave me, you can have the loan of anything I've got. If you have half the fun with that thing as I did last night, we might just make an honest woman out of you yet." Slowly Sue rose up on her elbows, then her hands. Slower yet, she rose, to stand shakily on her feet. She was holding onto the table edge for dear life. She glanced aside and saw the chair I had been sitting in earlier, and sat down heavily. "Boy, am I dizzy and drained. You two worked me over good. Just remember that paybacks are hell." She stated, and then grinned. Marcie walked around the table with me in tow. She bent and kissed Sue on the lips softly. After a second, Sue pulled back and licked Marcie's face and lips. "You taste a lot like my pussy. Yummy." She giggled and kissed Marcie on the lips. I stood there with Marcie still holding me; Sue reached out and added her hand, just above her girlfriends. Sue looked into my eyes, then into Marcie's. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly still looking into Marcie's eyes. Slowly a wide grin spread over her face. "It's your turn to get on the table, bitch. You were to be supper, in the first place. Now you can be dessert. I may just use a spoon." At that, an evil grin split her face. "What an idea? Such a deal I got for you. Up on the table, now, on your belly and leave your feet on the floor." Marcie released my manhood and looked at Sue for a moment, then removed her skirt, which was still around her hips. She turned and bent over the table, lying there, as Sue had been earlier, her ass high in the air. Sue stood there, still gripping me by the head of my dick, slowly squeezing and rubbing it gently. We both admired the view we had of Marcie's evenly tanned butt for a moment. Sue has a heart shaped butt, wider at the top and tapering toward her thighs. Some women have elongated, narrow butts. Marcie's was of the round, full type. Certainly not, fat by any stretch of the word. Just round, full and high. "Spread your feet apart." Sue ordered. Marcie moved her feet slightly apart. "Farther than that by a long ways." Sue continued. Marcie moved them wider apart. Her ass had dropped four or five inches. "Wider. I want your hips flat on the table." Marcie spread her feet farther and farther apart until she was fully prone on the tabletop. The cheeks of Marcie's ass were parted, displaying the puckered brown eye of her anus. Her long, narrow slit and small closed vagina were also clearly visible. There was a shiny wet sheen to the whole area. I thought Sue had a large clit. Marcie's was the largest I have ever laid eyes on. It was as big around as a pencil and at least a half-inch long. It stuck well up out of the folds of her thin, short inner lips. There must have been six inches between her clit and opening. Sue was still sitting in the chair. She slid off it and turned around. She scooted backward until her head was under Marcie's hips. She leaned back on her hands and brought her mouth up to suck in that long clit. I watched her lips and cheeks move. I knew that magic tongue of hers was working Marcie's clit over. I eased down to my knees so I could lick, suck, and kiss the silky mounds of her ass cheeks. I covered them with kisses and nips from tailbone to the crease at both her thighs and from hip to hip. Back at her tailbone, I stuck my tongue against her warm flesh and slowly let it slid down the wide crack of her ass. As it bumped across the ring of her asshole, she twitched and gave a little gasp. I continued down to the tight opening to her hot wet sex. My chin bumped into Sue's chin. I rubbed the tip of my tongue back and forth feeling the ring of tensed muscles slip and slid under it. I pointed my tongue and tried to wiggle the tip inside. Slowly, it eased open enough for the tip to penetrate slightly. A spicy hot flavor spread throughout my mouth. I wiggled my tongue harder but could gain no more ground. I swiveled my tongue around and round the opening and licked at it hard. Remembering the twitch and gasp from earlier, I did the same things to her anus. The twitching was continuous, as were the small sharp gasps. This hole loosened slowly and I wiggled my tongue deep inside. The gasp became a small cry of pleasure. As the cries subsided, I move back to the front, only to bump into Sue before I had moved a few inches. Moving my head back, I could see her working at the front hole. I wondered if she was having any better luck than I had. I thought about her long narrow tongue and felt, probably so. I attacked Marcie's ass stronger than before. She jerked at the twin assaults. I re-impaled her anus on my tongue. After a few minutes, I rocked back to sit on my heels. My feet were on either side of Sue's legs. Sue was working rapidly back and forth from Marcie's long clit to her tight vagina. Marcie's round ass was humping back and forth, as she ground her sex against Sue's face. Sue reached out and rubbed her palm over the soft head of my hard member for a second or two before she grabbed it and pulled gently. I came up off my heels, and then had to stand to follow Sue's guiding hand. When my hips pressed up tightly against Marcie's ass she jumped. Sue swallowed my shaft and washed it with her tongue from tip to base and back to the tip. With one hand, she pressed the top of my dick against and into Marcie's wet, slippery slit. With her other hand, she reached back between my legs to cup my ass. She slowly pressed forward, I moved forward. When she released pressure, I slid backward until I touched her hand again. At the front of each up stroke, I could feel Marcie's big clit slid against my velvety head. It felt strange but very, very good. I hoped it felt as good to Marcie. On about the fifth stroke forward, I heard her moan and then sigh on the backstroke. Soon her hips were rocking in counter point to mine. Sue continued to press my shaft tightly into Marcie's slit. The stroking stayed long and slow. Shortly I began to feel a hot searing heat move slowly back and forth over the length of my shaft but only on the topside and at the opposite end from the bump of her clit. At the very back of one backward stroke, I felt Sue press upward harder. The flared head of my penis was engulfed in this burning heat for a second before Marcie jerked forward. The back and forth motion through Marcie's slit continued but I reached up and grabbed a hold on her flared hips. The hot spot on the top of my shaft was just as hot if not hotter. It was definitely wetter and more slippery. About two minutes later, Sue again pushed up harder. Again, the head of my dick entered the flaming heat but I held onto Marcie's hips as she tried to jump away. The head stayed where it was this time. Marcie was against the edge of the table and had her legs spread wide. She had no leverage. I held just a little pressure against the hot hole I found myself in. Then Marcie's ass jerked backward sharply. Why, I didn't know but I would wager the Sue was up to something. A very slight bit more of me entered her. As she moved to get away, I pressed harder and gained another little bit. Then she jerked back again, the little bit of the inner walls that I could feel were rolling and squeezing at my intruding member. I was slowly but steadily sliding more fully into her. She was almost howling and shaking her head like a wild woman. Then her ass started to shake and quiver. The heat over the top third of me was even hotter as a flood of fluid washed over and ran from the point we were attached. I could feel Sue's tongue working at the point were we came together. That was too much. I went up in smoke and fire. I came once, twice, three times, firing hot jets of sperm into Marcie's withering body. Without realizing it, I was pressing forward hard and making small, quick back movements. As my orgasm subsided, I realized that most of me was buried in that incredible heat and soaking wetness of Marcie's vagina. I could feel it squeeze and release the still hard shaft of my dick. It was a milking, almost sucking sensation. It continued for a few moments until I was tight up against Marcie's cool ass cheeks. I was fully seated in her. The outside of her body wasn't moving but the inside's were rolling and boiling. I held still for a moment, and then tried a short gentle stroke. Marcie's head flew up, as her lips let a sharp hiss escape. I paused, and then tried a longer stroke. A longer hiss came from her lips. Slowly I began to work in and out of her tight, very hot pussy. I lengthened, then shortened my strokes, but kept the movement slow and gentle. She was raised up on her elbows and forearms with her head thrown as far back as it would go. Her ass and legs were quivering and shaking. Inside she was churning and boiling hot. I was moving freer and easier. As I sped up slightly she started to whine deep in her throat. She arched backward even farther. Sue emerged from under the far side of the table. She slipped her hands under Marcie's large breasts to massage those long hard nipples. At the same time, she bent forward to kiss Marcie on the lips. Another flood of hot, wet heat engulfed me. After it had passed, Marcie relaxed the straining of her back. I slowly increased the speed and strength of my now, full-length strokes. She started to arch back again as my hips slapped noisily against her ass. The deep whine started to build again. Incredible, I could feel another orgasm building slowly in my balls. They were contracting up tight and the pressure was building. Marcie's ass had begun to slam back against me, when the whine became a wail. Then she froze as the hot flood from inside her began, and went on and on. Suddenly I was adding to it, spurt after spurt. I was getting dizzy and weak in the knees. I had to hold on tighter to her hips and lean forward to keep from falling. I was laying on Marcie's back, trying to support most of my weight on my hands and arms. The dizzy feeling was slowly fading away but my legs were still shaky and weak. My manhood was still planted deep within her fiery core. Sue was gently kissing Marcie about the face, neck, and shoulders. She saw that my head was no longer resting against Marcie's sweaty back. She leaned past Marcie to lovingly kiss my lips. She ran her tongue softly over my lips and chin, savoring the taste. She smiled at me and winked. She went back to kissing Marcie in the same loving way as before. Marcie for the most part wasn't moving, just laying there breathing very deeply. Every once in a while, a little catch in her breathing would pause the steady rise and fall of her back. I gently kissed her shoulders and upper back, licking at the small beads of sweat scattered across her. Hers, mine, and ours The shaking of my legs finally stopped. I eased myself up off her. She sighed and slowly wiggled and clinched her ass. The churning inside her had died out sometime before. Now there was just a heavy pulse in rhythm with her heart. As I tried to withdraw my semi hard shaft from her, I felt her inner muscles grab and hold me. I stood still, with my hips just touching her soft ass cheeks. At first her posterior just barely moved, a very slight movement, back and forth. It steadily became stronger and more circular. Every time I went to pull back, she clamped down hard on me. I decided to just wait and see what was to be. After a while, the motion slowed and stopped. I eased my member back until it was nearly out, and then gently and easily slid it back home. I did this several times before removing it completely. When I did, she sighed deeply. As soon as I was free of Marcie, Sue was back under the table and swallowed me to the hilt. A vacuum cleaner has nothing on Sue. She had me squeaky clean in a few moments but continued to savor the mix of flavors on my tool. She finally let go of me and turned her attention to Marcie's bottom. My knees were still weak, so I sat down in the chair and watched as Sue cleaned up our cumulative mess from Marcie's now leaking sex. Sue would lick and suck at the tasty treat, then smack her lips. When she was satisfied that she had all she was going to get she rocked back on her heels and licked her lips. When she turned her head, she saw me watching her. With a grin, she said quietly, "This is the first time I've ever tasted both of my favorite people at the same time, all mixed up. I hope it isn't the last. Separately you both taste good, together you're even better." She stood, bent, and kissed me. I could taste us on her tongue and lips. I licked at her face. She pulled back and grinned again. She moved around to the far side of the table and squatted by Marcie's head. "How are you doing, girlfriend? You all right?" She asked. Marcie slowly nodded her head and smiled. "I'm just fine. If I were any better I'd be dead. Wow." She took a deep slow breath. "I never want to forget this for as long as I live. Now I understand a few things better about you and some of the other girls that I couldn't comprehend before." Sue kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I told you paybacks would be hell." Sobering slightly, Sue asked, "Was it as good as I told you it would be." Marcie nodded her head again. Sue pulled another chair over and sat by her friend and lover. Slowly Marcie pushed up onto her elbows. She looked deep into Sue's eyes. "At first I wasn't sure if this had been a good idea. It hadn't worked many times before, why should it work this time." She paused for another deep breath. "To answer my own question. I don't know. It could have been a combination of several things. He's a rather nice looking guy; he was honestly worried about hurting you. That makes him better than most. The intriguing bulge in those little shorts that wouldn't go away, it kept growing in fact. The way he moved to put the table between us, earlier." She took a deep breath. "Also a bunch of other things to numerous to mention. The fact that you love him and have loved him for so long, the way you described last night on the porch. All made me curious and not as afraid as I've always been in the past. The time, place and person were finally right, is the best way to put it." "The fact that I had already eaten your sweet little pussy, to a mind blower of an orgasm, didn't hurt things. I was so turned on from you coming, that I almost came then too." She slowly shifted her weight and rolled to a sitting position facing me. "As for you." She paused as her eyes wandered across my still ridged member. "Damn, I seem to remember that you just came twice and it's still standing up. I guess it doesn't go down." Marcie paused again, and then shook herself. "Anyway, what I was going to say was.. What was I going to say? I got distracted." Sue laughed and I smiled. Sue stood up and hugged Marcie tightly. Still holding Marcie, Sue said, "If you got distracted by a hard dick, I'd say most of your problems are over or just beginning. You can't call yourself a lesbian anymore, you're now bisexual, like it or not." She laughed again. Marcie giggled over Sue's shoulder and then broke up laughing. Sue released her and stepped back. When she did, her legs encountered mine and she lost her balance. She sat down rather hard on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. We both sat and watched Marcie. She laughed long and loud. Sue looked over her shoulder at me with a questioning expression on her face. I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea what was so funny. Finally, when Marcie had subsided to a soft chuckle, Sue asked, "What the hell, is so funny?" "Well, you said I was now bi, so I was thinking about sex with males as well as females. Then the thought that I was going to have to learn how to give a blowjob crossed my mind and I broke up. I'd never even contemplated the idea." Sue and I both chuckled. I hugged Sue tighter to me and told Marcie, "Well, if that's the case, you've got the worlds champion cock sucker right here to train you and she does like her work. She's not the only one either." Sue leaned her head back and kissed my cheek. "Why, thank you darling. I'm glad you like it, cause I sure do, especially after this morning when you gave me that yummy drink." A Girl Named Sue Marcie sat looking at the both of us with a grin on her face. "I happen to know where there's a nice hard dick to practice on." Sue grinned back at her. "So do I dear, it's hot and hard against the crack of my ass right now." She wiggled her butt on my lap for emphasis. "But I've got other plans for it before you get your greedy hands on it again." A pouting expression crossed Marcie's face. Sue laughed and I grinned. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news. This dick may be hard and it may be hot, but it is definitely out of ammunition at the moment. It couldn't come if its life depended on it." Now it was Sue's turn to pout too. Marcie laughed at her. "I guess we do need to let the guy rest some. We could, even feed him some real food. What do you think?" "I think you're right about letting him rest and you're probably right about feeding him. I know I'm hungry and I need some food also but I don't feel like cooking so I guess we get dressed and go out." "Where's the best place to eat around here?" I asked. "There's the Catfish Inn over by the lake and the cafe down town. Both have good food." Marcie answered. We decided on catfish. The girls gathered up their clothes and headed off for Sue's bedroom to get dressed. Sue said my cloths were still in the dryer. I was dressed and seated at the table pulling on my boots when they returned to the kitchen. ***** Both Ladies were dressed in black mini skirts and white silk blouses. Knee high, boots completed the outfits. They looked great and I told them so. As they went out the back door, both girls lifted the back of their skirts to display bare bottoms. The front of my jeans got tighter and tighter for some reason. Once in the truck, Sue sat in the front seat and Marcie sat on the cooler between us. Sue had her left leg up in the seat under her. Her skirt was up around her hips. She was turned in the seat with her back toward the door. Her bare pussy exposed to me and to Marcie. Marcie licked her lips and asked Sue, "Are you displaying the dessert menu or just airing that thing out?" Sue looked Marcie over and said, "You're one to be talking dear. The only reason you're knees aren't any farther apart is the seats are in the way." Sue and Marcie both laughed. "If you two don't quit teasing me, I'm going to turn both of you over my knee. As it is, I'm going to have to eat in the truck. I can't go into a restaurant this way," I said rubbing my hand over the large bulge in the front of my jeans. This was the wrong thing to say or do. Both girls decided they needed to check the front of my jeans for themselves and Sue told me, "Please, turn me over your knee, pull up my skirt and spank me really hard on my bare bottom, please, please. Make it all red and hot, please. I just love that." Marcie giggled, and then sobering said, "She's not kidding in the least. She'd love it." I looked at her and then at Sue. Sue grinned and nodded her head. I just shook my head slowly and tried to think of something besides these two beautiful women sitting beside me. It was working. At least it was starting to get dark. ***** About five miles from the restaurant, Sue straightened in her seat and pulled her skirt down. Marcie closed her thighs and did the same. They discussed the plans for Monday's open house in detail until we reached the parking lot. Dinner was great. The fish was excellent; most of it had been swimming in the lake earlier in the day. That's how fresh it was. Catfish, with French fries and hushpuppies, there is nothing better as far as food goes anyway. ***** When we returned to the truck, Marcie and Sue both got in the back and lay down on the floor. "I ate way too much," said Marcie. "So did I," came from Sue. "We'll have to work out real hard tomorrow," Marcie said. "Let's start tonight." Sue replied. "We can go out to the park and take a swim." "Randy, do you know where the park is?" Marcie asked. "I know where three parks are around here, I was born and raised not fifteen miles from here." I replied. "The one under the iron railroad bridge," prompted Sue. Putting the truck in gear, I answered, "Got you, I'll head for the house so you can get your suits and I can get those shorts." Sue and Marcie laughed. Sue said, "Just head for the park, we don't use suits there except during the daytime. Go in on the boat launch ramp side and pull up under the bridge." I had stopped at the stop sign on the main highway. I looked back to say something smart, like duh, but got distracted by two naked bodies entwined on the soft carpet. Marcie broke off kissing Sue's inner thighs. "Hey, this ain't a damn floorshow. Or maybe it is." She giggled before returning her mouth and tongue to Sue's treat. "And women talk about men always being horny." I muttered before driving on. I adjusted the rear view mirror so I had a fair view of the action going on in the back. Between the mirror and the muffled moans and groans, it was quite a show. I missed the turn to the park and had to make a block. When I pulled up under the bridge and shut off the truck, the girls slowly rolled apart. Both were breathing hard and smiling. "Well, here we are at the lake and there's no one around that I can see. You two still want to take a swim or are you to worn out from muff diving?" "Will you listen to mister ever hard or is that ever ready, talk about the kettle calling the pot black," Sue said to Marcie. "Well, Sue, he is right in a way. No one will ever call any of us frigid." We all laughed at the truth in that statement. Sue sat up and leaned over to kiss Marcie. "That's a fact, Jack, and if anyone doesn't like it, that's their problem. I for one am going to enjoy myself. Let's go get wet." I joined them in the back, removing my boots and socks. That's as far as I got before they attacked me to finish the job. It turned into a wrestling match. I'm not sure who won. Sue ended up with a tight lip lock on my manhood, while Marcie tried to pin my head to the mat with a pussy press to my face. I had a death grip on her breasts and was twisting her nipples in opposite directions. No one but Marcie would or could say Uncle. My mouth and Sue's were full. After a few minutes of this Marcie leaned forward, swatted Sue on the ass, and said, "I thought we were going swimming." She paused and a low moan escaped her lips. "Oh, damn, that feels good. Suck a little harder. Now flick that tongue against my clit hard. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Don't stop! Harder!" Her hips were hunching against my face. I couldn't breath but I didn't stop until she suddenly pulled away from my mouth. "Damn, the boy can eat pussy also. Maybe we should marry him, what do you think Sue?" Sue didn't answer as she was whining her way through an orgasm of her own. Marcie smacked her on the ass again which made Sue whine deeper. She had my shaft half way down her throat with her tongue dancing over the base. I lifted my head to see Sue's nose buried in my pubic hair, her hands out to each side of my hips. None of my dick was in sight. "Damn, I think she's taking dessert seriously," Marcie said with a chuckle. Looking down between her thighs at me she asked, "How does that feel? I've wonder how it compares to getting your pussy eat." A little hoarsely, I answered, "I've never had my pussy eat but I can tell you it feels damn fine. If I weren't already drained she'd be getting the biggest drink of her life right now." I finished with a soft groan as Sue lifted her head then dived back to the base. Sue bobbed her head several more times before coming all the way up to let my dick pop out of her mouth with the sound of a cork out of a bottle. She grinned at me and then at Marcie. "Man, I love the orgasms that doing that causes. Marcie you are going to have to try it, I'll guarantee you'll love it also." With this said, she rolled over onto her back and placed a foot on the back of each seat. "I'm drained. For the first time in my life, I think I've had my fill of sex. I don't think I could come again if my life depended on it." She paused for a moment then continued softly, "You're right we should marry him." Marcie's mouth dropped open as she stared at Sue. She glanced down at me and I grinned. "Don't worry I have to get a divorce first so you have a little time to plan the wedding." Her mouth dropped farther open. Sue and I both laughed. Marcie slowly closed her mouth then softly said, "I was kidding, but I think you two may be serious." Sue and I laughed again and answered in unison, "Maybe we are." Before Marcie could say anything Sue said, "Enough about the future lets go get wet and in the lake this time." She finished with a laugh. Marcie looked out the back windows as Sue checked out the front. There did not appear to be anyone around so we climbed out the back doors and headed for the water under the old bridge. It was shallow a long ways out from the shore. When we had waded out to waist deep water we squatted down in the cool water and cleaned ourselves up. We swam and wrestled around for nearly an hour. When a car pulled down the hill and parked near the van, we swam slowly over under the bridge and hid behind the pilings. Peeking around them to see who was at the landing. We could hear several voices when the car doors opened. The doors closed and the car drove farther down the parking lot to the other side of the boat ramp. Soon a lantern was lit as three fishermen unloaded their car. We all three gave sighs of relief. It was time to leave. We swam under the bridge and waded ashore. We walked along the shoreline back under the bridge then cut sharp to the right, placing the truck between them and us. Once back in the truck, Sue and Marcie got the giggles over nearly getting caught skinny-dipping. I slipped on my shirt, fished the keys out of my pants pocket, and climbed into the driver's seat. The girls stayed in the back until I parked safely in Sue's driveway. The girls collected the clothing and we headed for the house. As I followed behind them enjoying the view of two nude butts swaying up the driveway, I thought how this was the wildest Saturday I had ever spent. I sure hoped it would not be the last. ***** I grabbed three beers from the icebox as the girls went to the bedroom with the clothes. Sue was sprawled on the bed with her eyes closed so I stuck the cold bottle to the smooth skin of her mound. She sat up sharply cussing at me. My grin changed her frown into a smile and she laughed taking the beer. "Paybacks are hell aren't they?" She said referring to her cold-handed handling of my member from the night before. "Marcie's in the shower. Take her beer to her." Sue added still smiling. Marcie was drying off when I opened the door and handed her the beer. "Thanks," she said. As I turned to leave she continued, "I think you add something to our relationship that Sue and I have needed." She must have thought about what she said because she laughed and added, "And I don't mean just that dick that stands up all the time, it's more of a mental thing, it's a completeness. I'm the worrier and I was worried how you would handle our relationship. Most men would try to make a competition out of it. You seem to accept it as it is and for that, I thank you." I stood looking at her for a moment before saying anything. "Sue loves you and I love Sue although I don't think I've told her yet. I wouldn't want to scare her." From behind me, I heard Sue say, "Scare me because you love me? I don't think so. I've dreamed of this for years, to have the love of my two favorite people. The two people I love most in the world." She sounded on the verge of tears so I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her. Marcie came over and hugged her from the other side. "Sounds like a good life to me baby," Marcie whispered. I moved my arms to include Marcie in my hug and she did the same. Sue sniffled once and then asked as she wiggled her body between us. "Is this a love sandwich?" I laughed and answered, "I thought you were totally satisfied." Marcie laughed. "That's our little Sue. Sex is like Chinese food to her. Fill her up and an hour later she's hungry again." She stepped back and swatted Sue on the ass. "Get in the shower and cool off. Such an oversexed bitch but we love you anyway." "Hey, that's not anyway that is because," she said stepping away from me and heading for the shower. As an after thought, she grabbed my manhood and said, "Come on, we'll shower together and save some water." Marcie laughed as I shook my head and followed Sue into the shower. To my surprise, Sue lathered me up and then handed me the soap to return the favor. I took my time exploring her sexy compact body. By the time she got under the water to rinse off I had lathered her up from her hair to her toes. Once she was squeaky clean and soap free she came into my arms for a long passionate kiss. When she broke the kiss, she laughed, opened the shower door, and handed me a towel. As she grabbed another towel to dry her hair, she said, "There's shave cream and a razor in the vanity if you want to shave. Neither Marcie nor I like whisker burns." I took the hint and decided I had better start shaving twice a day. When I finished, I headed out to find the girls. They were out on the front porch. "Anyone need a beer?" I asked. "Sure." They both answered. When I returned from the kitchen they were back to discussing work and what all needed to be done by and on Monday morning. They were sitting on the old mattress so I sat across from them with my back against the rail. The hot shower and beer were making me sleepy. I yawned deeply. Marcie giggled and commented, "I think we wore him out." Sue Yawned just as hard as I had. "I think we wore us out. I'm ready for the bed and a good nights sleep." Marcie laughed. "This should be interesting, three in a bed to sleep. Just how does that work? I guess we'll find out won't we." We closed the door and headed for bed. Sue ended up in the middle with Marcie and I cuddled up to her. We exchanged kisses all around before we settled down and went to sleep. ***** I awoke alone to bright sunlight. The sounds of low voices were coming from the direction of the kitchen. I sat up and stretched before I padded into the bathroom to take care of my morning routine. When I finished in the bathroom, I headed for the kitchen. I paused at the door and peeked around the doorframe. I'm glad I did because Wanda was sitting at the table drinking coffee with the girls. She had her back to me so I stepped out, shook my dick at the Marcie and Sue then retreated into the bedroom to dress. Both girls broke up and I heard Wanda asking, "What's so funny?" I returned wearing shorts and a t-shirt to snickers and grins from the girls and a hard stare from Wanda. I smiled at Wanda and said, "Good Morning." Her stare got harder as I kissed first Sue then Marcie. While I was pouring myself a cup of coffee, Wanda asked, "Are you leaving this evening so you can go back to work tomorrow?" I turned around and leaned on the counter with a frown on my face, as I hadn't thought about work or anything beyond today. I looked at Sue and Marcie. "I hadn't thought about it to tell the truth. I guess we have some things to talk about." Sue was looking at me and then glanced at Wanda. "Yes we will definitely have to talk about it and we'll figure something out. Right Marcie?" "Damn right we'll figure something out. I haven't had a chance to practice that new skill I have to learn now that I'm liberated," Marcie answered with a grin. This brought a frown to Wanda's face. I brought the coffeepot over and refilled everyone's cup. "Which skill? The one you've tried or the one you haven't?" Marcie looked up at me sharply and grinned. "Both. I've got good teachers for each, right Sue?" "You won't have any problems but you will need plenty of practice so we'll have to have Randy around to help as much and as often as possible." I could tell from Wanda's expression that she had no idea what we were talking about but she did not like it anyway. I didn't know why she wanted to get rid of me but she did and made no bones about hiding it. I figured the girls would fill me in when she left which wasn't to long in coming. She hugged Sue and Marcie and gave me a quick, "Goodbye," as she got ready to leave. Nothing was said until we heard her car pull out onto the highway and drive off. Sue gave Marcie a wink and they both laughed. I waited a moment then asked, "Anyone want to fill me in?" "Wanda is a little miffed that you are here and she's not. She has been hinting that she would like to join us for several months now. She's nice enough but there's no chemistry there, if you know what I mean. She's a dyed in the wool man-hating lesbian. It would just cause problems. I like to indulge my oral fetish and ever so often, I love a good stiff one. She'll get over it or she won't." Marcie chuckled and said, "At one time people called me a man-hating lesbian, but I think I've changed my views just a little. Maybe she will to one day. As for this oral thing I still want to try it but there is no hurry." She paused a moment, and then asked, "Is there?" Sue laughed. "No dearest, there is no hurry. Not for that but we had better hurry up and get our stuff done for tomorrow or we won't have any time later to play." "Anything, I can help you with." I asked. Marcie looked at Sue and grinned. "I thought he would never ask." Sue laughed. "Now he's in for it. He doesn't know what he's gotten into does he." As they stood up from the table, I realized they were both dressed in leotards and tights. Damn they were both built I thought to myself. "Do I have to dress like that?" I asked. Marcie laughed. "I should say yes just to see what he'd look like." Sue laughed and said, "Oh, that big hard dick would definitely draw some attention in exercise class. That bunch of old hens would hurt each other trying to get at it. Not to mention me." Marcie said hurriedly, "You think I'm crazy enough to let that bunch see him. I was thinking about just you and me. Talk about incentive." She finished with a giggle. "Would that be the carrot or the stick? Have to be the stick because I've never seen a carrot that size. Cucumber maybe," Sue said. "Please ladies you're making my head swell." I interjected with a grin as I rubbed the growing bulge in the front of my shorts. The way they were dressed and their talk had gotten Willies attention. Sue walked up and gave me a tight squeeze. "Hold that thought till later. We have work to do right now." ***** Work is right. We cleaned and dusted both places plus set up tables for the lunch buffet. By noon, both businesses were spick and span. Marcie went down the street to the cafe to get us lunch. While she was gone, Sue had me change into a one-piece black body suit. One of the walls in the exercise room was all mirrored. I got a look at myself and decided then and there I had to get back into shape. While I had lost most of the weight I needed to, I still had a lot of work to do to shape up. The main problem was a small pot gut sticking out in front. Sue laughingly called it my tool shed. When Marcie returned I was playing with some weights. She sat lunch down on a table and told me to stand up as she walked around me. "Not bad for a flabby white boy. With a little work, we can whip you into shape in a short time. Sue do you remember when I first introduced you to my special exercise regiment?" Sue laughed. "You mean sexercise don't you? A workout never hurt so good." She was setting out the lunch plates. "After lunch maybe we'll start him on a special program all his own. Sounds like fun to me and I think he will appreciate the special exercise suits we wear." A Girl Named Sue Marcie chuckled. "I know I do. Let's eat lunch and then we'll finish getting ready for tomorrow. Speaking of which, where are we going to get some extra help? The two of us can handle it but we will be worn to a frazzle by the end of the day." "Corry can help me with the makeovers as usual but I know what you mean. This bunch of ladies won't know a dumb bell from their husbands." Sue answered thoughtfully. "I'll volunteer but I don't know how much help I'd be. I'm as new to this as your ladies group," I said. Marcie looked at Sue. "All we need is someone to pass out towels and keep things cleaned up. Someone to help keep an eye on the ladies so they don't kill themselves or someone else. It'll be mostly grunt work. There's no reason you couldn't do it but you have to work tomorrow." I sat there looking from her to Sue and back for a moment. I had a decision to make and I think I now had my answer. "As Sue knows I've worked for the same company for the last ten years. What no one knows, not even my soon to be ex wife, is that most of the new products we make are my designs. I own them and around forty two percent of the company. I have wanted a change and now may be the time for it." I paused to look from one woman to the other. "My partner can handle everything but I've wanted to move out of the city. Find a small town and either move the company or start a new one. I think I've found the right place, close enough not to have supply problems but away from the large city problems. There seems to be an abundance of commercial property here and the price should be right." Sue and Marcie looked at me for a long moment before Sue grinned and Marcie laughed. "Sue owns the whole block behind this place. It was a grocery store and warehouse. She's been wondering what she was going to do with it. What kind of stuff do you intend to make?" "Traffic light controllers, school crossing and zone markers; small microprocessor controlled electronics, anything electronic. Nothings too big or too small," I answered. "God knows this area could use the jobs. We have a large potential work force here, mostly undereducated women. The Mayor and Town Council would kiss your ass on the square to get a manufacturing company here. I know you can get tax and utility breaks. Sue got them plus low interest rates when she bought the whole city block. It was cheaper than buying just these two buildings." Marcie paused a moment. "We might just wake this sleepy little town up." Sue had not said anything. I looked at her and asked, "Well, what do you think? Do you want to lease me that building with an option to buy?" All she said was a soft, "No!" Marcie almost yelled, "What!" A grin spread across Sue's face. "I think I know of a better building that will suit his purposes and we can keep the next block to rent out when the boom starts. What can I say I`m greedy?" "We know that and you like money too," Marcie said with a laugh. Sue leaned over and gave her a kiss. "Now that we have a slave, I mean help for tomorrow; lets get finished so we can torment him." ***** A couple of hours later we were through, everything that could be done in advance was done. I had been given the fifty-cent tour and had everything explained in detail. I knew as much as I needed to do the job. The girls had adjourned to the dressing room, which left me wandering around the weight room. When the girls returned they wore body suits similar to mine except for some very sexy and sensuous cut outs. Each breast was bare, as well as their ass's and sex. I did a double take when Sue took her hand from behind her back and showed me a large pair of scissors. The snick, snick of the blades opening and closing made me flinch and they both laughed. "Don't worry, we won't hurt anything we are pleased with," Sue said reassuringly then grinned. "Of course we both have to be pleased." When Sue knelt in front of me and nipped the fabric at the front of my body suit Marcie said, "Don't you think you should get your glasses? I wouldn't want you to clip off or nick anything important." Sue giggled and made another small cut. "Marcie quit trying to scare the man. I ain't going to hurt my favorite toy." With another small snip and a twist of her fingers, my manhood and balls popped through the small hole in the material. "See, I've got it well in hand," she said as she slowly ran her cool fingers over me. So, begin an afternoon of sweet sweat and torturous ecstasy or is that the other way round. It's also the way the rest of my life has gone. These two ladies have found more ways to have sex on exercise equipment than I ever thought was possible. I love it and them. Marcie learned to suck a dick almost as well as Sue and with a little help she even comes when I do. Coming in a woman's mouth is no longer a problem with me, believe it or else. Sue got her first of many spankings a few nights after I moved in with her. She grabbed me with a cold beer bottle hand one to many times. I pulled her across my lap and made her ass red and hot. She came at least three times during it and many more when I dumped her on the floor and fucked her doggy style. My hips slapping her red-hot bottom blew both of us away. We ended up buying another bigger house out on a secluded point so all three of us could live together. No one in town has said a word, they like the jobs and business that my little company has brought to the town. Not to mention the fact that Sue now has a dozen small businesses in her mini mall at the old grocery store and warehouse. Life is good; life is great.