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Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 01

By: extra_37



My name is Jack and my story really began a few years ago. I had just graduated from college, by the skin of my teeth, I might add. My folks said I majored in fraternity, beer and co-eds rather than accounting and finance. If they only knew how right they were. I actually had to go back to a few professors and beg them to add a plus to my grade so that I could graduate. Amazingly, they agreed and I was out of there with my sheepskin in hand. 

Now, without the grades, the plum jobs were not for my taking. I had to take a job with one of those start-up Internet providers, which paid me a pittance of a salary, but tons of stock options. They were basically worthless when I started, with a strike price of one penny. If the company goes public, and is profitable, I'm rich, if not, I have a lot of paper. I worked my ass off for a year and a half and amassed tens of thousands of options, but barely enough money to cover my rent and buy an occasional beer. My mom would send me some money so that her baby boy could continue his habit of eating a meal or two a day.

Well, you all remember the Internet boom. That's right, I scored big time. The company went public, the stock price soared and I was instantly a multi-, multi-millionaire. At the tender age of 25, I was set. I soon realized I didn't HAVE to do this job anymore, so I quit. I divested myself of most of the internet stocks and, remembering some of my finance lessons, I diversified. Looking back, that was one of my smartest decisions. Anyway, I "repaid" my folks for all the money they spent on me over my life, set up trust funds for my nieces and nephews, and began my search for a nice house. 

Before I go any further, I should tell you about myself. I have never considered myself a ladies man. I am about 5'10", fluctuating from 180 to 195 depending on the amount of beer I drank. In college, most of that weight hovered around my mid-section, but with my newfound wealth, and spare time, I worked out and moved those inches to my chest, arms and legs. I wouldn't say I was "buff", but I was getting my fair share of second glances. 

I dated a lot of women, fucked most of them too. After a while though, it seemed that their interest in me was directly related to how much money I spent on them. I had the money to spend, don't get me wrong, but if I get into a long-term relationship, I want it to be with me and not my wallet. They became very high maintenance, and, to tell you the truth, a pain in my ass. Their pussies were nice, but since they were not giving me it 24/7, their shit was not worth it. 

So anyway, I thought it would be a snap to find a house that wasn't too pretentious, be comfortable and allow me to be somewhat carefree for a while. I couldn't have more wrong. 

I checked out the real estate section in the paper, and after going to a lot of open houses and finding nothing worth the money they were asking, I decided on new construction. There was a new community being built around a golf course that appealed to me. The business part of me said, "good investment" while the sportsman in me said, "yeah, golf".

The next day was a Monday, so figuring the weekend rush would be over; I headed over to the model homes. The models, of course, had every conceivable upgrade, so they looked great. They were also huge, too big for one single guy who would use only a fraction of the rooms.

I probably should have dressed for the occasion, but I still had some of my college days attitude, and wore a pair of faded jeans, a "Bud" t-shirt, my favorite ball cap and beat-up basketball shoes. 

"May I help you?" I turned and was greeted by a sweet looking middle-aged lady standing maybe 5'3". Her hair was blonde, but was obviously dyed or bleached or whatever women do to their hair to make it lighter. She had one of those "You can't afford any of these, but I have to be nice anyway" looks on her face. She had an ugly pair of glasses propped on the end of her nose, but her bright hazel eyes were mesmerizing. Her nametag said "Angela".

I walked over to her, holding out my hand "Hi Angela, my name is Jack and I'm looking for a new house, but at my stage of life, one of these monsters would be just too much for what I need." Her face said, "No shit, you probably couldn't afford the tool shed", but what she did say was, "I see, and what exactly are you looking for?"

"I definitely want to be overlooking the golf course, a half decent lot size, with no less than three bedrooms and a finished basement." As I rattled off the rest of my requirements, her demeanor changed from "you're a bum" to "you're a buyer". I followed her into her office and on that short walk, my typical male instincts took over and I checked out her "form". She was wearing a cotton skirt that went to just below her knees and a company blazer that was fitted to accentuate her nice figure. "Not bad" was my initial assessment. Her hips swung very nicely as she walked too.

Once inside her office, I was able to catch a whiff of her perfume. I had never smelled anything so captivating on any woman I had ever known. My hormones just got a major jump-start. Angela took me to the site map showing all the available lots. The homes around the clubhouse and the holes approaching it were reserved for the larger "estate" homes. She pointed to a section off the 14th tee that would be what they called "carriage homes".

I stepped closer to her to see better and my nostrils were hit with her sweet scent. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way, but I was actually becoming attracted to this woman and getting horny too. "Keep it professional, Jack" was all I could think. Then I heard myself say, "Do you have a model available? Would you be able to take me there?" 

"No, there aren't any models in this development, but some units here are under construction. This one here" pointing to the map, "is up but doesn't have the appliances or finishing touches yet. You could drive back there and take a look yourself."

"I could, but I would feel more comfortable going in if I had a company representative with me, just in case I get stopped by security." Now cognizant of my attire, "I don't exactly look like I belong."

"No, I guess you're right. I guess I could drive you back there now. Let me get some keys and have my assistant watch the store. I'll get the truck and pull around front." She pulled off her glasses and walked out.

When she said "truck", I figured an SUV or light pick-up. She pulled up in one of those full sized construction-type trucks. Seeing a tiny, well-dressed woman behind the wheel of one of those was quite a sight, to say the least. Anyway, I jumped up into the cab and her sweet perfume overpowered the other construction site smells that would have been present in there. I also noticed that with the heat of the day, Angela had taken off the blazer. She had a white sleeveless blouse that accentuated her nice, round tits. When she maneuvered the steering wheel, her tits would strain against the blouse, making them look even more delicious. Driving along the unpaved roads, the truck bounced around and her skirt parted at the front slit, giving me a nice view of her rather shapely legs. Smells great and nice legs...sweet! We pulled up to the lot and threaded our way through the machinery and other construction equipment to the front door. The exterior was brick with a shingle shake roof. Inside the house, the entryway was large, which could be decorated to look very dramatic. As I walked around the house, Angela followed; telling me about the available options and adding her own little decorating ideas. A couple of times, I could have sworn I caught her giving me the once over, but then maybe it was just my wishful thinking too. Of course, whenever I followed her, I was sure to admire her figure.

The den had a huge picture window overlooking the golf course. Angela stood by the window looking out while I stood at the door getting a feel of the room. As I approached her from behind, she said turning "Beautiful view, huh?" Looking right at her, I said "Absolutely! And smells nice too!"

She blushed and pointed to the window. "I was talking about out the there."

Now that I had money, I also seemed to have acquired a new sense of courage. I wanted to see just where I could get this going and since I noticed she was not wearing any rings on her left hand, she might be up for a little afternoon diversion. 

"I know." I walked up to her and stopped with my back to the window. "My view is better than your view, any day." "Stop that, now. How could a young man like you be interested in me? It's not nice to tease." She turned and began to exit the room when I replied, "First, I would don't tease; and second, are you saying you don't think you're attractive?"

"Well...I think I am for my age...but..." 

"For your age? You're attractive for any age." I walked closer to her until I could again smell her perfume. "And as for 'a young man' being interested in you, you have no idea how turned on you have made me in the short time I have been with you."

Angela now had that "deer caught in the headlights" look. She didn't know whether to turn and run for safety, or wait for what would happen next. Since she didn't run, I stepped closer to her, taking her face in my hands, bent over and kissed her ruby red lips softly but deliberately.

Now it was me who was waiting. Would she slap my face? Kick me in the nuts? Or worse, scream! Those seconds seemed to last an eternity as I searched her eyes for some clue. The clue didn't come from her eyes, but her arms. She threw them around my neck and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.

Her tongue parted my lips, with soft moans emanating from her as she pulled me down on to the newly laid carpet. I couldn't believe what was happening. No woman had ever reacted to my bullshit lines before, until now that is.

I held her tightly to me, pulling her body into mine. I put one of my legs over hers, grinding my hardening cock into her thigh, and my thigh into her crotch. With one arm under her neck, my other hand was free to explore my new lover. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my chest, signaling me that they, indeed, needed some attention. I squeezed her tit, gently at first, but increased the intensity as her moans and breathing indicated she liked them manhandled.

Her hand came down and we both unbuttoned her blouse. Her lacy bra was the next to go, revealing to me her full tits. Her nipples were quite erect, with pinkish areoles the size of half dollars. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on it slightly to see her reaction. Her arms squeezed around my neck, pushing her tongue deeper into my mouth and moaning. I guess she liked it, huh?

If my playing with them with my fingers excited her, what would she do with my mouth clamped on them? I eased my way away from her mouth, kissing her cheek and neck. I continued kneading her breast, and toying with her nipples, until my mouth had reached them. I squeezed her tit, forcing her nipple upward, and sucked it into my mouth.

"Ahhhhh, yes, mmmmm" I sucked on it hard as she held my head in place. Her perfume was captivating and fueled me on. I switched breasts, and, in between kisses and licks, I said, "Your perfume is incredible, I can't get enough of it." "Mmmm, thank you, I am ... especially glad...oh... I wore it today. Oh, yesssss. "

Angela moved one of her hands from my head and replaced mine on her tits. She now was squeezing them while I sucked. With a free hand, I knew just where I would put it. I slide it down her belly and, with her skirt hiked up now, between her legs. I could feel the heat of her pussy, even through her pantyhose and panties. When my fingers first touched her there, she sighed and her hips elevated slightly, pressing my hand into her. I pushed my hand hard against her crotch, but, with the material separating our skin, it just wasn't the same. The panties and hose had to go. 

I broke my suction on her tit and got to my knees. I slid my hands up her legs to her hips and grabbed hold of the elastic waistband, while she lifted her hips to allow them to be easily removed. As I pulled them down, I kept my eyes on hers, looking for any signs that she might change her mind or freak out. She averted her eyes and they widened. She was looking in the direction of my crotch and the now very large lump in my jeans.

Once her panties, etc. were off, I laid back down next to her, this time taking her lips to mine. I kissed her softly while caressing her inner thighs with my fingers, working them closer to her waiting pussy. The closer I got, the heavier her breathing became and the more intense her kissing too. I finally reached heaven and she nearly went over the edge right there. 

I traced my finger over her pussy lips and when I reached her clit, I put a little more pressure and wiggled my finger. She moaned and shuddered at my touch. I traced my fingers back down and parted the lips. Her hole was practically dripping with her juices when I slowly pushed my finger inside.

"Oh, Oh, yes! Yes!" I wanted to let her be as vocal as she wanted to be so I moved my mouth back to her heaving tits. I slid another finger into her as she spread her legs wider apart and her muscles gripped my fingers. I started finger fucking her slowly, but she would have none of that. "Faster, yes, faster.... and harder!"

I repositioned myself so that I could give this pussy a thorough pounding. After each thrust into her, she grunted out a "yes" until it was almost a continuous "yyyyeeeeeeeeessssssssss". Angela erupted into a massive orgasm, bucking her hips and holding me in a death grip. Just as she regained herself, I rammed my fingers back into her, pumping in and out. My hand was coated in her love nectar as another wave hit her.

"Holy shit! That was ... mmmmm! How are you? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No. But I loved watching you cum." My dick was proof of that. It was beginning to hurt, crammed inside my jeans, begging for freedom. I rolled onto my back and undid my pants, letting my cock pop out through the boxers slit. 

She rolled over on her side to see what that bulge that was pressing against her leg actually looked like. I never considered myself to be other than average, if 8" on a guy my height is average. What I did know was I was thicker than most, a lot thicker.

She moved down so that she could stroke me from base to head. Slowly, up and down I watched her hands fondle my meat, squeezing it periodically to get some of my pre-cum to ooze out. With her red nailed finger, she would smear the sticky fluid around my purple head. I moaned, rolled my eyes back and pushed my hips into the air needing more, begging for more.

When she was sure I was watching, she would suck the juice off her finger with a very seductive "mmmmm, good".

"Suck me! I want to cum in your mouth." She smiled. "You do, do you? I think I can make that happen!" She knelt between my legs, both hands holding my cock straight up, although it would have stayed like that anyway without her help, and using her tongue, cleaned the pre-cum she had smeared on my head completely off, leaving it glistening in a thin film of her saliva.

"Oh geeeeez, I want it bad!" I wondered if she would be able to get it in her mouth, but then nothing about this woman should surprise me. She easily slid my cock head into her warm mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. I thrust upward and my cock entered her mouth. She was obviously unprepared for it, but she didn't let it faze her.

Placing one hand at the base of my cock and the other on my balls, she effectively prevented me from unexpectedly thrusting upward without, potentially, causing myself some pain.

She bobbed her head up and down, each time taking a little bit more into her mouth. Her fingers around the base of my cock and those around my balls worked in unison, massaging me to the brink of ecstasy. When she released my cock and pushed her thumb against my asshole, I blew. I felt my cock fill with my sperm and pulsate as I shot stream after stream into her hungry mouth.

"Mmm." She swallowed the first two barrages with no problem. Not expecting a third, she pulled away and some hit her on the chin and neck. I lay there, panting, unable to move. She used her fingers to scoop up the jism from herself before leaning back in to clean from my cock what hadn't dripped onto the carpet. I held her head there, savoring the moment.

Once finished, she stood up and headed for the kitchen to wash up a bit. "I hope the water is hooked up." I heard the water running and some splashing. I figured she would need to get back to the office and want to leave soon, but I wasn't done with her yet. 

I followed the sound of the running water and found her bending over the sink, rinsing her face. I snuck up behind her and placed my hands on her upper arms, pulling her back into me, and pushing myself into her. I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, "I think you are a little premature in getting cleaned up."

"Oh, I don't know. I think I need to be getting back."

I spun her around and kissed her deeply, a slight taste of my cum still on her tongue. I lifted her up onto the island counter, her pussy level with my cock. I pushed her skirt up around her hips and maneuvered myself in between her legs.

"I don't think.... maybe we shouldn't." Her voice trailed off as she eyed my rejuvenated cock just centimeters from her moist pussy. I was waiting for her to actually say the word 'no', not wanting to force myself on her. The word never came. Angela put her hands on my shoulders, more for balance than to keep me away.

I gripped my cock and pressed the tip against her drenched pussy, rubbing it up and down. Whenever the head touched her sensitive swollen clit, she flinched. Reaching down, her hand replaced mine and she simultaneously stroked my cock as she moved it about her eager love patch. I pushed against her slightly, increasing the pressure on her pussy and my dick. As she felt her next orgasm rising, she placed my cock head against her clit and shook it. Her head went back and she screamed "Yyyyeeeesssss" at the top of her lungs. As she came, her body convulsed, releasing my cock and grabbing the counter edges so that she could steady herself.

Just as the convulsions eased up, but not stopped, I rammed my aching meat into her depths. She arched her back, thrusting her tits forward with another death scream. Her pussy muscles pulsated around my shaft as I pumped her twat with all I had. When the waves subsided, she lay back onto the counter and raised her legs up to my shoulders.

I held onto her legs, massaging her thighs, as I got myself in a rhythm. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, but wanted to give her another orgasm. I put my thumb on her clit and pressed down. She groaned at the contact to her ultra-responsive nub, squeezing her pussy muscles tight around my cock.

"Oh, this is so good. Are you close?" she moaned. 

"Almost, but I want you to have one more."

"Keep that up and I'm there, yes, like that, yes, faster, yes, yes!"

I jiggled my thumb quickly back and forth while slamming my cock head into her womb. Angela's legs tightened and she held onto the counter as a new orgasm took hold of her. Her hips gyrated, trying to get the most out of my cock. Unable to maintain control, my prick throbbed and unloaded a thick stream of jism into her, throwing her into another shuddering orgasm.

I held onto her tightly until we both had revived. She sat up as my limp cock slid from her hole, depositing a puddle of our juices on the counter. "I haven't had orgasms like that in ages. Thank you."

"No. Thank you. You are an amazing woman. After we sign the papers, I'd like to see more of you." 


Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 01



"Sign papers?" she queried.

"You are going to sell me this house, aren't you?" I said with a big smile. 

"You want to buy this house, this particular unit?" 

"Of course! How could I let someone else live in this house now? I have so many great memories of this place." I was smiling now from ear to ear, "With a few more upgrades, this house would be perfect."

I lifted her off the counter and we went back into the den to collect our clothes and get dressed. I noticed that there was an unmistakable cum stain on the carpet, that although would illicit a lot of recollections in the future, the carpet would have to go. Pointing to the stain, I said "One of those upgrades will have to be hardwood floors throughout the main level." She smiled and said "Done."

As we walked out of the house, I also remembered the puddle on the counter that we failed to clean up. "Oh yea, and granite countertops too." 

On the day after I closed on my new home and got all moved in, she came by to congratulate me. We fooled around in every room and made love all afternoon. That was the last I saw of her, her husband had been transferred and they moved away. I was floored. She never mentioned her moving and she definitely never mentioned a husband. She never wore any rings so I assumed she was unattached. I guess this is how women feel when they find out their lover's are married. Oh well, I will miss her just the same. I will miss her a lot!

I joined the golf club and, since my golf game basically sucked, I took lessons and practiced daily. Within six months, I improved enough that I was not embarrassed to play with the more seasoned members. I became buddies with a lot of the men, playing every weekend, learning not only about their businesses and professions, but also about their extra curricular activities. 

On the weekdays, I would play a round in the morning and head for the nineteenth hole afterwards. For you non-golfers, the nineteenth hole is a café style restaurant where you can get an overpriced beer and a casual lunch. The ladies loved that place. On any given weekday, the place was mobbed for lunch by these wealthy, stay-at-home soccer moms who needed some time away from the humdrum life of housework and carpools. I usually would park myself at the bar; have a couple of beers and a sandwich, and listen. From that position I could hear the conversations from most of the tables. I heard about what detergent was best, where the best hairdressers were, what the price of steak was at the grocery store, and an ocean of other useless. 

Finally, I heard it from a table right behind me. The topic was their sex lives, or lack of it. I tried to turn around to see who the poor souls were without being obvious, but resigned myself to listen and look later. One went on to say that her husband hadn't touched her in well over a month and even then, it was "a dud". The others consoled her with their own tales of woe, from not having a husband at all, to husbands unable to have sex at all. I just had to see who these women were. So I accidentally, on purpose, dropped my napkin on the floor and, when I bent over to pick it up, I took a quick glance. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw them. It was the "fearsome foursome". That was the nickname some of the men gave these women because they were notoriously bad golfers. When they hit the ball, you were wise to take cover because you just never knew where it was going to go. Rumor had it that they had taken out a few dozen windows and even hit a guy putting on a nearby green. Normally, it would not have been tolerated, but the women were attractive and one of their husbands was very powerful and influential in the political circles. Power and beauty together did have its privileges. I returned to my stool and focused my attention to their conversation.

Before I continue on here, I should introduce you to this amazing group. They were all what I would consider middle age, ranging from late 30's to late 40's. You wouldn't be able to categorize any one into a body type nor personality.

Irene Matthews was the baby of the group. Here was a woman that oozed sex appeal. It wasn't necessarily her looks, although they were good, it was how she carried herself. She walked with confidence and poise, as if she had taken lessons. There wasn't any bouncing or obvious swaying, but more like gliding on air. Irene stood at about 5'3", had the most extraordinary green-eyes, ones that you could spend a lifetime gazing into and never really become tired. People thought that she colored her hair blond, but since there were never, ever any signs of dark roots, no one, except maybe her husband, knew the truth. It was a rarity if you saw her without makeup or jewelry, and she was usually dressed impeccably. I am not saying she was a high fashion maven, but that she always looked 'put together'. As for her figure, it was nice. Irene wasn't going to be doing any modeling or photo shoots, but to be honest; she had curves in all the right places. After 2 kids, her hips were a bit wide but that in no way deterred from her attractiveness. Her breasts were not really large, probably 34 or so, but looked full and ripe. What really made her attractive, at least to me, were her legs. They were very shapely and toned. When she wore the short golf skirts, she even got the attention of the teenage grounds crew as she walked by. Like I said, Irene was 'put together', a whole package.

Anna Roberts, a.k.a Anna Jenkins, was a pip. Divorced, she took her maiden name back because she didn't want anything that would be associated with "that jackoff", except his money. Art Jenkins was a successful plastic surgeon that got caught "operating" on one of his patients in their bed. The fact that the patient was also male didn't help either. She took him for everything, well, everything except that bed, and made that fact known whenever the chance arose. Anna was very outgoing, probably the most of the four. If there was a social event, you could guarantee that she would be there and in the thick of it all. Anna was also naïve, almost innocent. If a comment had a double meaning, she wouldn't get it. Most dirty jokes had to be explained to her, and even then, she was lost. But on Anna, it worked. I think if she were any other way, she wouldn't have been as fascinating. Anna was the tallest, towering at 5'8", long and slender physique. In her youth, I figured she was a competitive swimmer. At 40, she still had it too. Her breasts were small, her ass was firm and she had long, powerful legs. She was definitely a striking woman. Her one flaw was that she worried about money too much. She was afraid that she'd run out of money and spend her retirement years destitute. The others teased her that they'd always be sure she had enough cat food to eat and a shawl to keep her warm.

Ah, Rebecca. Rebecca Santiago is an Irish native who immigrated to the US as a baby. Her parents died in route and relatives raised her. She got married at a young age, to escape an alcoholic uncle, to an up and coming telecommunications expert from South America. A fiery red head married to a suave Latino...quite a couple. Rebecca, drawing from her childhood, didn't take any shit from anyone for anything. If she thought you were being rude or untruthful, she'd let you know about it in no uncertain words. Apparently, poor Art Jenkins got an earful when the 'news' came out. Most of the men in the club gave her a wide birth, just to avoid the possibility of being on the wrong end of her wrath. She always looked serious and ready to pounce, but if something struck her funny, her smile could light up a city. Her complexion was flawless and had the prettiest face of them all. She was of medium height and average build for a woman in her early to mid 40's. It wasn't that she was fat, she wasn't. Rebecca was probably what everyone called 'big boned'. When she wore a dress, you could see her well toned, even muscular arms and legs, from years of working and, now, working out. She dressed to minimize her butt but maximize her large tits, and did it very well too.

Sheryl Strausberg was the momma of the group. She was the eldest, maybe by a year or two, although she usually did not act it. She was the talker and if it popped in her head, it surely came out her mouth. She had the knack of breaking the ice in any situation. At a school children's recital, after a horrendous performance by one child and the audience sat in stunned silence, she stood to her feet holding a lighter in the air, yelling "Bravo, Bravo, Encore." The audience erupted into applause and gave this poor child a standing ovation. Sheryl is on her second marriage, with a 12-year-old son from his first and a 22-year-old daughter from hers. She would like nothing else than for some nice boy to sweep her daughter off her feet and marry. Sheryl is somewhat on the short side; her boisterous behavior always got her noticed, that and her enormous breasts. On a woman 6" taller, they would have been big, but on a woman of her stature, they looked like the Alps. When she was serious, her pupils would dilate to pinhead size, accentuating her pale blue eyes. When she laughed, they sparkled like the Las Vegas Strip. The men's locker room unofficially voted her the most likely to kill a man during sex. As I listened to the conversation between the 'foursome', Irene told of how her husband had been ignoring any of her hints at romance. Once, when she met him at the door after one of his out of town trips in her skimpiest of negligees, he grumbled something about being exhausted and threw himself in his easy chair for the evening. I could only image Irene in a skimpy negligee and that alone aroused me, seeing her in one would've been heaven.

I knew Irene's husband, Bob, fairly well. He was an Executive V.P. of some consulting firm downtown. During one of our golf outings, he boasted of taking his female staff on a "business trip" and let them take turns with him. I figured he was just blowing smoke up my ass, trying to show he still had it in him. 

I listened carefully to the ladies talk, hoping for an opening to join them. There conversation changed course and they began discussing the men of the club. Bingo! When I heard my name being whispered and then giggling, I turned and looked at them. Surprised that I had heard, they all must have turned three shades of red from embarrassment, all that is, except Sheryl. Feeling empowered, I went to their table and sat down in the extra chair between Irene and Rebecca. 

"My ears are burning. Did I hear my name mentioned and then snickering? Not the most flattering combination I could think of. Are y'all trying to give me a complex or something?" I looked each one in the eye; hoping one of them would crack.

Finally, as expected, Sheryl blurted, "We were just discussing the various men in this club that could appreciate women like us, and we thought you'd make for an entertaining evening." The giggles came and their faces flushed again. "And as you noticed, it was a very short conversation."

"I see. Y'all have no idea how entertaining I could be!" I looked right into Irene's eyes and smiled as I said that. I have been told that my steel blue eyes can be somewhat piercing, so I was not surprised to see her avert her eyes. Rebecca piped up with a sort of a grunting sound, "It wasn't a unanimous decision, so don't go out buying a new hat for that big head of yours." I had to have a come back, and quick. "Rebecca, Rebecca. You know you love me. Are you still upset about my dancing abilities?" Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips, remembering the night we first met. Seeing that face I decided to let sleeping dogs lie and change the subject.

Not being asked to leave the table, although, Rebecca gave me looks that should have scared me off, I joined the conversation. I turned on the charm and wit, even dazzled them with some of my own household hints, thanks to Heloise. What was even better was that now they were getting to know me; that I wasn't just some young guy who got lucky. 

We became fast friends and I was included in their weekly lunches, much to Rebecca's annoyance, and was the "alternate" on their golf rounds.

A few weeks later, when the other ladies all had other commitments, I met Irene at the club for a quick nine. We couldn't have been farther away from the clubhouse when the skies opened up and the rain came. We found some shelter under some trees, but knew that was definitely not the place to be. When the rain let up a little, we made a beeline towards her house, which overlooked the previous hole.

Of course, by the time we got there, we were completely soaked. Running from the cart to the house, we laughed and shouted to each other to hurry and to look out for the puddles forming in her back yard. Once inside, I couldn't help but notice that, with her wet clothes clinging to her, her figure was better than I had thought. The chill from the air conditioning made her nipples stand erect, and they were enormous.

"I must look like a wet cat, an absolute mess," she said, shaking the water from her hair.

"Irene, you could never look anything but beautiful." Damn, that sounded awfully forward. What will she be thinking?

"You're too sweet, Jack, but I know better." 

She flashed me one of her smiles and headed for the bathroom for some towels. As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice she had on some very skimpy panties that would not have covered much of that sexy ass. How did I know that? Well, she liked to wear the white golf outfits because she said it "accentuated my tan." So when white gets wet, it is practically transparent. 

When Irene walked, she had a very graceful swing in her hips. No man could be behind her and not watch that thing move. I could feel a familiar twinge between my legs but that vanished as the cool air took its toll on me too. Upon returning with some large bathtowels, we dried off as best we could. But whenever she wasn't looking, I had to admire her body from top to bottom and back again.

"I need to change out of these clothes, and I'll see if there is anything in Bob's closet for you. Go on into the kitchen and make us some drinks to warm us up. I think there's some scotch in the cabinet." 

She turned and went upstairs. Watching that ass sachet up those stairs was almost too much for me. With that vision burned into my brain, I am definitely going to have to take care of myself when I get home. 

Bob was her husband. I never really figured out what he did for a living, but he made a fortune doing it. I knew he was doing a woman he worked with, and from the grapevine, she was pressuring him to divorce his wife for her. If I had heard these rumors, I am sure Irene had heard them too. I didn't really know what she saw in him anyway. He's at a minimum, 50 lbs overweight, and, from my memories of him in the locker rooms, was covered in thick black hair, a real cave man. And it couldn't have been his dick. That thing would have had to be stretched to get 5". Oh well.

I fixed her a scotch and water while I poured mine straight over ice. The liquor tasted very good as it burned its way down my throat. I nearly did a "spit take" when I saw her coming down the stairs. She had changed into a spaghetti strapped Hawaiian print sundress. The dress was cut just above her knee, but had a slit up the side, almost to her hip. Her hair was dried and make-up re-applied to perfection. I stood there staring at her almost glide across the room toward me. She stopped right in front of me and waited. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She broke my trance when she asked me to hand her the drink I was holding. I really must have looked the jerk when I finally held it out for her.

"I put out some of Bob's old clothes for you. I think you'd be swimming in any of his regular clothes," she said with a laugh. Swimming in them is putting it lightly.

I was at the top of the stairs when she called to say they're in the master bedroom. Master bedroom?!?! I closed the door and looked around. I peeked into the walk-in closets; they were huge. I've seen bedrooms smaller than that closet. His clothes were hung on one side, taking up maybe a half of the wall. The rest were hers. I went over to her vanity and looked at all the make-up and perfumes arranged just so. I bent over to take in all the wonderful woman scents being offered up. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that appeared out of place. I glanced over at the nightstand and then had to do a double take. Sitting on the table in plan view was a dildo and a tube of sex cream you've seen advertised on the web. I figured women would buy the 12 inch monster dicks that shot cream and vibrated at 6 different speeds. Not Irene, hers was a vibrator, but was only about 6 inches and very slender. I picked it up and held it for a second. This has been sliding in and out of her snatch, getting lubricated with her juices, or has it. I gave it a sniff, and confirmed that it had been used. I moved it from hand to hand, imagining it getting all sloppy wet, when it started to vibrate. I was startled and dropped in on the floor. Ok, Jack, I thought, you've had your little fun, now put it back and let this woman have some privacy and dignity. 

I found the t-shirt and sweat pants lying on the bed. Putting them on, the t-shirt was very snug across the chest and shoulders but hung loosely at the middle. The drawstring helped immensely in keeping the sweatpants up. They were a bit tight in the legs but baggy in the crotch and seat. Geez, Bob was disproportioned. 

I was pleased to see her take an extended stare at me when I came back into the room. She was just sitting on the sofa listening to some light jazz and sipping away at her drink. I looked at the other chairs in the room but there was either a cat or a basket of laundry there. I didn't remember them there before I went upstairs. So I sat down on the sofa next to Irene, and, after seeing her playthings upstairs, it was a real pleasure. She sat there very comfortably with her legs seductively crossed and her dress up about mid-thigh. I couldn't help but look at her legs and I know she saw me admiring them too, but I'm a guy and that's what guys do. She stretched her legs out and propped them on the coffee table in front of us. She was in bare feet, which obviously had just been given a pedicure, her toenails a bright red color. I couldn't help but think she even had sexy feet.

"Sorry about the clothes. However, they do look a lot better on you than they ever did on Bob" she said as she let her eyes check out my body.

"You look incredible too. You belong in the tropics. All you need now is one of those fruity drinks with an umbrella and a muscle bound lifeguard to complete the picture." 

"I have you as my lifeguard, and those drinks are never strong enough for my tastes." 

She polished off her drink and asked me for another, but this time, just on the rocks. I stood up to get it, but her outstretched legs prevented me from passing. Rather than just put them down, she brought them up to her chest, giving me a brief view up her skirt and the backs of her thighs and ass. Was she flashing me just to tease me for her own enjoyment? What the hell, I'd enjoy seeing whatever she wanted to show me.

As I was getting the bottle out of the cupboard and filling the glasses with ice, she came into the room almost silently. She moved so smoothly, like the water in a country stream. 

"I just wanted to see if you needed any help." "Nah, I think I can handle it." As I opened the bottle, I said, "Say when."

I poured the golden liquid into her glass, waiting for the "When". She sidled up to me and put her hand on my upper back, right between the shoulder blades. While watching me pour, her fingers made light scratches up and down my spine. Not wanting this to end, I started filling my glass before I had finished with hers. I don't think I fooled her but she changed from using her fingernails to a flat hand. Starting at my shoulders, her experienced hand moved down along my backbone, stopping short of my ass. Pouring a drink was never more difficult. 




Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 01



I gave her a sideways glance in hopes to see some clue as to her intentions. She was just smiling and watching me splatter booze on her countertop. She pressed herself into me further, "Having problems?" I could feel her tits against my arm. God they felt good. "I'll get it!" was all I could muster. The glasses were full and when I moved my arm to put to top back on the bottle, she didn't step away. My arm brushed against both tits. They felt so soft and supple; I wanted to feel them again and again and again.

I looked down into her eyes and that's when I saw it, lust. She reached up with her delicate, elegant hand, touching my cheek. I turned to face her, unfortunately breaking the contact between my arm and her tits. I was rewarded when she brought her other hand up, placing it on my chest, caressing my pectorals. Her nipples were fully erect and no amount of material could have hidden them. I wanted to kiss her so bad, to taste her lips and feel her body close into mine. She must have been reading my mind. She got on her tiptoes and pulled my face down to hers. Our mouths were about to touch, and I hesitated slightly. She whispered, "It's ok, I want this." 

Her lips pressed against mine and I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her to me. I felt her lips part and her tongue entering my mouth forcibly. I was taken back at her aggressiveness, but I accepted it willingly, darting mine into her mouth too. Every fiber of my being wanted to tear that dress off of her and take her right on the kitchen floor, but I knew that my patience would pay off in the end.

"Let's go back where it's more comfortable". 

She took my hand and led me back to the sofa, drinks in hand. When she sat down this time, she coyly pulled her skirt up as high as it could go without totally exposing herself to me. I stared at those beautiful legs and my face must have shown my lust because when my eyes went back to her face, she had that knowing sparkle in her eyes and a smile that could stop traffic. I sat down as close to her as possible and turned to face her. She put her arms around my neck and we where kissing again. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me, feeling her press her luscious globes into my chest. 

I moved my hand up her side and let my thumb brush the side of her breast. She moaned softly, pulling back slightly so I had more access to her tit. I cupped it and gave it some gentle squeezes. As I explored her soft mound, I felt her erect nipple piercing into my palm. Giving it a gentle pinch, she moaned, and kissed me harder. So her nipples were very sensitive! 

I continued to pay serious attention to her nipple through the fabric, but before I could get to the straps, she pushed me back and threw her leg over my lap, straddling me. This was not the shy, demure woman I knew, but rather a very sexual, wanton woman who knew exactly how to get what she wanted. 

Her tits only inches from my face, she pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the dress slide down to her waist. I couldn't move. Even without a bra, they still had the same firmness that the women my age had...they were magnificent. Here nipples were large, and hard as erasers. She took my hands in hers and held them firmly against her heaving tits. I took over from there, kneading her globes, pinching and lightly pulling on her nipples, eliciting a little squeal of delight from her. "That feels so good!" 

I began kissing one tit, teasing her by avoiding her nipple. She wanted me to suck her nipples so much that she tried to move so I would have to make some oral contact. Wanting to extend the teasing a bit longer, I just switched to the other tit.

"Please..." she whispered, "please suck them." How could I refuse such a polite request? 

I took each tit in my hands and brought one to my lips. Rather than take it quickly, I used my tongue to lightly tickle that erect little knob. She responded immediately with a loud "Mmmmm....I need this." I tickled one nipple, then the other. I flicked my tongue over each one, even pressing her tits together so her nipples were right next to each other, allowing me to gratify both of them at once. She held my head and guided each breast to my hungry mouth. I opened wide and took her nipple into my mouth. She cradled my head in her arms to be sure I didn't let up until she was ready. I flicked my tongue in rapid fashion over her nipple while tweaking the other between my fingers. She let out a guttural groan and ground her crotch into mine. 

After thoroughly satisfying one, she offered up the other. I repeatedly licked and sucked and tongued her tits. I slid my hands off her tits and moved them down her back to her incredibly sexy ass. She sighed when my hands came in contact with her ass cheeks. I followed further down her legs to where fabric met skin and then back up, but now under her dress and then under the elastic of her panties to feel her soft, ample ass. She gasped as I pulled her bottom toward me, directly over my aching cock. I had no doubt she could feel my hardness because those sweatpants were not constricting it at all.

She was grinding herself again as she released my head from her breasts. She reached down between us to finally feel the stiffness that was poking into her. When she got there, her eyes grew wide. She felt along the shaft and gasped "Oh my!" She practically jumped off my lap and knelt on the floor wide-eyed. Without her on my lap, the tent formed between my legs was able reach its full potential. She reached out and stroked it with her palm. "You're.... bigger.... than Bob. A lot bigger!" 

With her free hand she went directly for the tie string, untying it in one pull. I lifted my hips and she tugged the sweatpants down and off. She threw them to the side, her eyes never leaving my hard cock, which was standing straight up. I had to go 'commando', since my boxers were soaking wet too. She ran her fingers lightly up and down my shaft, admiring it, desiring it. She grasped it with both her hands and my big purple helmet was still visible. Her hands stroked my cock very slowly, as I moaned my approval and felt some pre-cum ooze from my dick. 

She leaned forward and lightly licked all around the head and then finishing with the tip, lapping up the clear liquid. She began licking and kissing the head much the same way I teased her nipples, lightly.

"Paybacks are a bitch, huh?" she cooed. "But well worth it" I replied.

She kissed her way down my shaft, and then rubbed my cock against her soft cheek. God, that was driving me nuts. When she licked her way back up to the head, she was greeted with some more droplets. She opened her mouth to take me in, and I watched as my head disappeared into her mouth. Unfortunately, not used to a bigger cock, she couldn't take me all in. She maneuvered herself to get into different positions, but to no avail.

Unfazed, she pulled back, grabbed my hand and said, "Follow me!" I didn't know where she was going or what she was up to, but I would've followed her anywhere. She led me into the basement where she had an "In-law" suite her late mother lived in a few years earlier. It was nice but my attention to decorating detail was furthest from my mind. My thoughts were entirely on emptying my balls into this little vixens mouth, and soon. 

She turned to me as we entered the bedroom and kissed me long and hard, grinding her hips into my hard-on. She slithered the rest of the way out of her dress, then she lifted my t-shirt over my head. She ran her fingers through the tufts of hair on my chest, feeling my muscles spasm under her sensual touches. She positioned me at the side of the bed, while she climbed up onto it. She got on her back and let her head hang over the edge, her mouth now level with my cock. I was a bit confused until she reached out and pulled my cock toward her lips. "I will be able to get all of you this way" and she slowly pulled me into her. I noticed that in this position, it was a straight line from her lips down her throat. Inch by inch my cock entered her mouth and I could soon see her throat expanding. It wasn't long before my balls were resting on her nose, and I was literally down her throat. She gently pushed me back out, I guess so she could breathe before filling her lungs, and pulling me back in, this time using her tongue more extensively.

"This is incredible" I groaned. With that, she swallowed. Her throat muscles closed around my cock and basically squeezed it. I couldn't control myself and I starting pumping, fucking her hot mouth. She kept her hands on my hips, but did not slow me in any way. As I pumped away, I looked down her body and saw her tits jiggling with each thrust, moving in unison. Looking further, she had her legs pulled up, spread wide and I could see the wet spot forming on her panties. Between this amazing blowjob and the sight of her body splayed before me, I lost it. I pushed my cock down her throat and felt my balls tighten, my cock throb and an eruption of cum shooting down her throat. The first spurt gushed down her throat, but she pushed me back so that the following bursts would be in her mouth. She swallowed each one completely, holding the last one in her mouth to savor the taste.

Feeling my knees going weak, I stepped back and leaned against the wall for support. She sat up and, licked her lips seductively, and asked, "How was that?" Barely able to stand, much less talk, replied "Unbelievable. Where did you learn that?" With a shy smile, "Read about it in one of those sex novels. You liked it?" "Hell yeah!" We both laughed and she crawled up to the head of the bed and placed her head on the pillow, inviting me to join her. I mustered all my strength and fell into her arms giving her a very appreciative kiss. Feeling her sex-starved body pressing firmly against mine, I found some renewed energy.

I ran my hands over the length of her body, enjoying the softness of her skin and the involuntary reactions her body had to my touch. I bent down and kissed each of her tits, suckling her nipples, before kissing my way south. Her breathing got heavier as I moved closer and closer to her pussy. Her legs spread for me as I positioned myself between them. When I finally saw her pussy, my dick sprang back to life. Her pussy was very well groomed, the pubic hair trimmed to form a perfect 'v'. Her clit was swollen and protruding, begging for some attention. As I knelt there admiring her body, she placed her legs up on my shoulders. I ran my hands up along her thighs to her calves and back down again. "You have the sexiest legs!" 

"Thank you. I can't wait to wrap them around you." 

I kissed them both, starting at her ankles. I made my way to her inner thighs and couldn't take my eyes off my prize, her dripping wet pussy. Her earthy scent was driving me crazy. The closer I got, the louder her moans became. "Mmmm, yes...hurry."

I cupped her soft, plump ass with both hands, raising her up slightly. I flattened my tongue and gave her cunt a big lick. Remembering the teasing I received, I avoided touching her clit, instead driving her wild by kissing and licking her lips. She was definitely a moaner!!! I would alternately push my tongue inside her wet hole then lick her lips, making her whimper with delight.

"Uuuuuggghhhh, oooooooooohhh, mmmmmmm, that is so good. Ooooooooo!"

She gyrated her hips to get her clit any contact with my lips or tongue, smearing her tasty pussy juices all over my face. "Make me cum, please make me cum!" I opened my mouth wide and covered her clit and as much of her pussy as I could. Using my tongue and lips, I closed my mouth around her clit, forming a sucking vacuum. She screamed "Yes, yes" and grabbed my head and pulled me in. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue quickly. She bucked but I held on firmly, sucking and tonguing her wildly. 

I pushed one finger, then two deep into her love tunnel, pushing hard into her depths. She let out an ear splitting scream and her body convulsed as orgasm after orgasm swept through her body. I let her regain herself some before doing it all over again, ending in the same orgasmic reaction. 

This time I let her calm herself and spent the next 10 - 15 minutes gently licking and kissing her juice soaked pussy, occasionally sliding my fingers into her pussy. I felt her muscles contract around my fingers, attempting to hold them inside her for as long as possible. Her gentle moans and "That feels wonderful" comments kept me going. But I needed, or rather my cock needed, relief again.

I kissed my way back up and she kissed me passionately, licking her juices off my face and lips. "Bob would never do that to me unless I pleaded and begged." "I'll do that for you ANY time you want." "Promise?" "Promise!" 

My cock was back to full attention and the head was resting on her bush. I moved my hips back and forth, giving my cock a pubic massage. Her eyes told me she wanted my cock inside her. She ran her fingers over my chest and toyed with my own erect nipples, before she positioned my cock at her eager pussy opening. I looked in her eyes and told her how beautiful she was to me, and that I can't believe I was getting to live one of my fantasies. She lifted her legs up and pulled me to her, my cock head popping inside her hole. 

Her eyes widened and I knew that my entry would have to be slow. With each little push, I withdrew before proceeding again. She never protested or winced as I buried myself into her, but she was not the type of woman you just slammed yourself into for you own gratification. Again, patience was the key. When I was more than half way in, she pulled me down onto her and wrapped her legs around me. "Give me it all. Don't make me beg!" 

I gave a big final thrust and my cock was buried in her. She cried out, partly in pain but mostly in ecstasy. "Yes, yes, oh God, yes!" Her response had a bigger reaction on me than I had expected so I had to hold myself still until I could regain my control. "You ok?" she asked. "Yeah, you almost sent me over the edge there." 

She smiled and kissed me softly and sweetly. "We don't want that to happen...yet!" I kissed her and began to slowly stroke my cock in and out of her tight pussy. And tight it was. Bob was definitely underutilizing this incredible pussy. With each thrust, my pace increased and she matched each one until we were soon in a groove. She started moaning into my mouth as we kissed, but as our pace quickened, she arched her back, threw her head back and was moaning out of control. "Yes, harder, yes, oh, oh, oh yes!" Her eyes were wide and she was digging her well-manicured fingernails into my back. If I wasn't so turned on, it probably would've hurt. She exploded into one orgasm after another, letting out screams with each one. "God, I'm cumming! More! Give me more!" Each orgasm seemed to be bigger than the preceding one. I had to let up some, or I was sure she would have passed out from lack of oxygen.

When she regained control, she whispered, "I want your cum, now. What do you want me to do?"

"Ride me!"

She gave me a huge sexy smile and she practically threw me off of her in her rush to get my pole deep inside her again. She positioned herself directly over my cock and got the head just inside her wet hole. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded and she dropped herself down quickly, impaling herself on my cock. The impact of the head of my cock hitting her cervix made her shudder, probably a small orgasm. She now had the look of a woman with a determined mission on her mind, to get my cum into her pussy, ASAP. I grabbed her hips and she began riding me like a horse, rising and dropping with a lot of force. It felt incredible and I met her with upward thrusts of my own. When she reached down and gave my nipples a pinch, my cock went into spasms of its own and shot my second load of creamy cum into this sexy love machine. As the warm fluid filled her pussy, she screamed out as she had her own orgasm. She fell onto my chest, as we both gasped for breath. I held her tightly to me, really not wanting this to ever end.

"That...was by far...the best I have ever...had. No woman...could hold...a candle to...you." 

"That's nice to hear, but I am not done with you yet." 

What else could she have for me? My cock softened and slid out of her wonderful pussy. As it did, I could also feel my cum dripping onto my limp dick and belly. She gave me another kiss and turned toward my cock. She bent over, taking my tired member in her hands and proceeded to clean it with her tongue. My dick was still very sensitive and her mouth on it felt wonderful. I pulled her to me so that she would be straddling my head and I returned the favor by cleaning her cunt with my tongue. I had never sucked on any woman's pussy after I came in it, but the urge struck me and I loved it.

We took a short nap and when we awoke, we realized her kids would be coming home soon. In our passion, we also missed the storm that blew through as well. I put on my own clothes, gave her another deep kiss and headed for the door. 

I gave her one last hug before I was to leave when she said, "I bet the others in the foursome are sorry they missed today, huh? Or should we keep our new golf schedule a secret? I think I want you for myself for a while. Bye lover boy." I stepped outside and she closed the door. I don't think I ever had a bounce in my step quite like I had that day.



Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 02



As a reminder to you, my name is Jack. A few years back, I made a bundle from stock options I was granted for working for next to nothing for a start-up internet company. I got myself into shape and bought a house on a golf course. As a bonus, I sort of weaseled my way into a group of middle-aged women, better known around the club as the Fearsome Foursome, due to their abhorrent, and often dangerous, golfing skills. The ladies were very attractive and I was fortunate enough to have been seduced by one of them, Irene.

The others in the group were Anna, Rebecca and Sylvia. 

Anna had been fretting about her investments and was worried that the money she got from her divorce settlement would run out. I recommended she give my financial planner a call. She did wonders with my portfolio and positioned me so that I could minimize my tax bite to Uncle Sam but still have a return that would ensure I wouldn't have to tap into the principal. 

I didn't mention that she also loved to suck cock. I couldn't help remembering when we started screwing. Whenever I hear her name, Marian, my cock gives a jolt. 

I remember the beginning like it was yesterday...

Marian is also a member of the club and I met her in the bar. She had already had a few martinis and was flirting with all the men. Marian is probably in her late 40's to early 50's, and could almost be a Dolly Parton look-alike. I say almost because rather than the bleached blond hair, she is a brunette. And I am sure that is colored too. But her tits entered a room long before the rest of her did. She had been widowed for a number of years and, probably due to her looks, built her late-husbands financial planning business into quite a successful venture.

She was having a great time teasing the married men when she noticed me sitting alone at the end of the bar. She came over to me and said with a smile "Hi. Is this a private party?"

"Sure is. But the conversation is a bit lacking. Would you like to sit down?"

"Why, yes, I would. My name's Marian. You're new here, aren't you?"

"Yes, sort of. I joined a couple of months ago. I am still trying to find my way around here. I'm Jack."

"Jack? Don't hear that name much anymore. It seems mothers have taken to using soap opera names now-a-days."

"Soap opera names?" 

"Yea. Names you here on those afternoon soap operas. Names like Dylan, Tiffany or Joshua." We both laughed at that. Growing up, I had a bunch of friends with those types of names. I doubt they would have found her comments as humorous as I did.

"So, Jack, what kind of work do you do?" I laughed and said I am happily unemployed. The look on her face said she didn't understand, one, how I could be happy about being unemployed and, two, I could afford this club with no job. I gave her the short version of my story, and when I got to the part about making a bunch on the options, her eyes light up and her interest in me became more acute.

"Jack, I am glad we met. I think we can make each other very happy." Now it was my turn to give the "I don't understand" face. "Jack, I run a very successful financial planning operation here, and I am positive that I can help you with your investments without costing you a bundle in fees."

"Ah, I see. So that's how I get happy, but how do you get happy?"

She just sat there, smiled and said "You come by my office day after tomorrow, which is Friday, right, and we can discuss a plan, ok? Say, 4:30ish? That way we can talk and won't have any distractions."

"I'll be there." She handed me her card and before standing up, put her hand on my thigh, giving it an innocent squeeze. "Bring your latest financial information and the names of the professional people you use, such as lawyer, CPA, broker, ok?"

She walked away, swinging her ass in such a way to ensure that every straight male in the room would turn their heads. Hell, I bet even a gay male would have looked too.

I spent Friday pulling all my records together. I thought I had done a pretty good job of diversifying my portfolio, but was interested to see what she could do for me. I threw it all in a brief case and, after playing a round of golf, went over to her office. The building was in a new office park, where there were maybe 5 towers, 10 or 15 stories high. Hers was the tallest and her office was on the 15th floor. Getting out of the elevator, I got a feeling of dread. Her office took up the entire floor and was decorated in what appeared to be expensive antiques. This was going to cost me some serious money. But, since I was already there, it wouldn't cost me anything to hear her plan.

I walked up to the receptionist desk, which looked more like a command center than an office desk. There were 2 computers and a huge telephone console. The pretty young thing, young being probably 21 or so, looked up and smiled, "You must be Jack? She is expecting you. You're a little early so why don't you take a seat. Can I have a drink brought to you? Soda? Coffee?" Looking at her watch, she added "Beer?"

"Thank you. A cup of coffee would be fine."

"We have espresso, cappuccino or maybe a latte?"

I laughed and said, "Do you have just plain coffee, black?"

"Yes sir, coming right up." She hit a button on the phone, told the person on the other side my order and hung up. "It'll be here soon. I'll let Ms. Thomas know you are here." She punched another button and announced my arrival.

Before I could find a magazine to peruse, a college-aged kid, dressed in a black pinstriped suit came in with my coffee. "Thanks." I really felt uneasy now. This operation was obviously successful because she must be charging some suckers exorbitant fees.

Marian came into the waiting area with a huge smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes that wasn't there the other night. I guess the booze dulled them. But today, she looked absolutely radiant. She wore a v-neck knit sleeveless blouse that revealed her ample cleavage. The knitted fabric also assured that it would fit her snuggly, making her large breasts appear even larger. The black skirt came to just above her knees and had a slit in the back that went up almost to her ass. She also donned black hose and sandal-like heels.

"Jack! Glad you came. Come on back with me and we can get better acquainted before we assess your portfolio and your goals." I couldn't help but feel a little excited at seeing her dressed as she was. I stole a glance at her tits a time or two while she spoke to me, and I am sure she knew it.

As I followed her, I noticed her figure really was quite nice for a woman her age. She knew how to work what she had to get the attention she obviously enjoyed. Her personal office was as elegant as the rest of the place, maybe even more so. It was very spacious. She had a large executive desk by the windows, a small conference table, which could seat 6 comfortably, and an area, which was decorated like a model home living room, complete with an overstuffed sofa, chairs and coffee table. She even had a big-screen TV and Bose stereo equipment.

"Quite a set-up you've got here" I said looking around at the décor.

"Thanks. I spend a lot of time here so I thought I should make it as much like a home away from home as possible. Sandy, the receptionist out front, thinks that I need to get a life and not spend so much time here."

"She may be right. But if you have to be here, I agree with you that it should be as comfortable as possible. Now if you had a bar...."

"Oh, I do. Behind those doors is a completely stocked bar that could entertain a large group." She smiled at me and gave me a look, asking me if I would like something.

"Whatever you're having will be fine." She went into the 'closet' and retrieved two bottles of imported beer and two frosted mugs. I took the mugs and filled them slowly to avoid too much of a head.

When I turned to hand her the mug, she was sitting on the couch looking through my paperwork. I placed the mugs on the coffee table and sat in the chair closest to her. Marian's legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up slightly. She scanned through each statement, pausing at the detailed investments. I took this opportunity to survey her body, wondering whether she was a wild lover or a "lay there and take it" one. I figured she was one who liked to take charge and dominate her partner.

"Hmmm, you have made some interesting choices in stocks."

I explained to her my investment strategies and philosophies. I wasn't concerned so much with growth, but with preservation. I could live comfortably on the income and didn't want to dig into the principal.

I won't bore you with the detail of our conversation, but it basically was a mutual interview, her getting my story and me getting comfortable with her character and her handling my finances.

"So what have you heard about me in the men's locker room at the club?"

"Not much, really. Mostly that you enjoy flirting with the married men." I lied. I heard she liked to get the men all worked up and then leave. Those that did manage to get in her shirt were lucky. But then, that's locker room talk and none of it first hand.

"Yes, that is true. Those men are my clients and I like to make them feel special. However, in the ladies locker room, they all know that in order for me, a woman, to compete with my male counterparts, I have to provide something they can not." She laughed at the last part. "Those men have egos the size of Montana and need a lot of stroking. Their wives know this and they also know that I do not go any further than flirting. Not that those guys haven't tried, though. Now the single men...." She smiled and left that statement hanging.

"To be honest, I could care less what is said in the locker rooms. From what I hear there, I sometimes think that place is a high school for adults. I can understand why those guys have tried; you are very nice looking woman. Looks and a brain. Just what the ego calls for."

She blushed slightly at my subtle compliment, "Thank you. It's nice to hear things like that from a young man." She re-crossed her legs in such a way that I would be sure to look. "Now, you are probably wondering how I can afford all this", motioning to her office décor, "and say that I can keep your fees down? My other clients pay the freight on this place. You see, they are interested in amassing wealth, wealth that you already have. That is time consuming on my part, therefore it's expensive, and I deliver. You are interested in maintenance and long-term growth, which does not require a lot of my time over the long term, so my fees to you can be much less. Understand?"

"Yes. What do you have in mind for me then?" She stood up, drained the last of her beer from the mug, and went over to her table to retrieve some charts. As she did, I couldn't help notice her tits jiggle beneath her blouse. As she explained everything to me, she would bring materials over to me from the table. She could have easily picked up the whole bundle and brought them over in one trip, but every time she handed me something new, she would bend over, giving me a close-up vista of her generous cleavage. When she returned to the table, she would bend over, giving me an eyeful of her curvy round ass. During her presentation, the receptionist poked her head into the office.

"I am the last one here. You want me to lock up?"

"Yes please. Have a good weekend."

"You too. Nice meeting you Jack."

"Same here. Good night."

And the office was quiet for a second or two, and then she resumed her "speech". While handing me one pamphlet, she dropped it and it landed in my lap. Before I could retrieve it, she reached down and pressed her hand into my cock, which was getting aroused watching her bounce around. I figured it was inadvertent, so didn't make any thing of it. But when it happened a second time, I knew I had to act.

As she was retrieving another brochure, I followed her. When she turned around, I placed my hands on her cheeks, pulled her to me and kissed her. Startled, she attempted to pull away, but I held her head. Her hands went to my hips and gave me a gentle push, but not one that would convince me that she wanted me to stop. I moved my hands from her cheeks to her shoulders and pulled away, but only slightly.

"What...what are you doing?" She was still a bit shaken but her tone of voice did not indicate indignation or anger. "I am kissing you. I am going to do it again too." And I did. This time I pulled her into me, pressing her breasts into my chest. They felt wonderful, still very full. I parted my lips slightly, pushing my tongue to her lips. She opened her mouth and our tongues met. She was still unsure of what was transpiring, which is just what I wanted. As we kissed, I felt her hands moving in little circles on my hips. I wasn't going to be teased.

I began kissing her cheek, and then whispered in her ear, "Go ahead, and touch it."

"What?" she breathed. 

"Touch it. You want to. I want you to. So do it."

One hand moved to my growing cock. Again I whispered in her ear, "Use both hands." She giggled but complied. Both hands were now massaging my member through my khakis. She was a bit tentative but as she felt it harden, she relaxed. She tried to pull away as she unzipped my pants, but I held her to me. I had other plans. She undid my belt, rather expertly too, given the fact she couldn't see what she was doing because her breasts obstructed any view she would have of anything below them.

As my pants were being undone, I moved my hands from her shoulders down her back to her ass. I continued to kiss her lips, cheek and neck as I did this, both because she was a good kisser, but also to prevent her from moving. I ran my hands over her ass cheeks, squeezing them every so often.

"Most men go straight for my tits. Not you. You go for my ass. You like my ass, huh?"

"I do like your ass. I like those tits too. I plan on giving them a lot of attention, too, just a little later."

She was enjoying my hands on her ass too. In addition to stroking my now exposed cock, she was rubbing her tits from side to side on my chest. This woman knew how to use her body. She was also trying to regain control, but I was not going to relinquish it.

I found the zipper to her skirt, pulled it down and the skirt dropped to the floor. I put my hands back on her ass, only to be pleasantly surprised that she did not have panty hose on, but rather thigh highs. "I like your choice in undergarments. Particularly your silky panties." I slipped a hand beneath the elastic and fondled her soft fleshy butt.

"You like them. How does this feel, then?" She took my cock and rubbed the head between her legs, over her panty-covered pussy. It did feel good. But she wanted the control back. Not gonna happen. She was still unable to see what she was doing, and my cock hadn't yet reached full erection. I put my hands on her hips and began to slide her panties down. As the panties descended, since my dick was between her legs, the panties pulled my dick downward too. She was pulling it up too, so that it would maintain contact. When the panties cleared the head of my cock, it struck back into her wet pussy lips with a slap. She jumped slightly at the unexpected pussy spank.

I was now very hard and she was beginning to get an idea of the size of the member down below. We looked each other in the eyes and she began to move her hips back and forth, gliding her pussy over my thick sausage. With each stroke, she became more and more aware of, not only its length, but girth as well. She would pull her hips backward, until the head was touching her clit and then push back in, pressing down on my shaft.

"You pretty big, aren't you? It feels wonderful. I want it. I want it bad."

"All in due time." I was struggling myself, not to ram it deep into her wet hole. I could feel her juices flowing and soaking my cock. She whimpered at the thought of having to wait. I didn't want to wait that long myself, so I grabbed her hips firmly and pumped myself into her. The friction between my cock and her pussy lips became intense. She matched my every stroke, moving in such a way that her clit was being rubbed.

"Oh...yes! Give it to me. Oh, OH, OOOHHHH. I'M CUMMING." She shuddered violently, squeezing her legs together to hold my dick where it was. I was glad she came when she did, because I was on the verge of shooting my load between her legs and onto the table behind her.

She continued to grind me after her orgasm faded, but I needed my release, and this was not how I wanted to get it. I pulled away and turned quickly so that she would only get a fast glance at my cock. I knew she wanted to see it, just as I wanted to see those globes on her chest, but, if I was going to maintain the upper hand, I had to keep her wanting more.

I walked toward one of the side chairs. I motioned for her to follow. I turned around and sat down, spreading my legs so that her view of my dick was unobstructed. She stared at it intently. Finally, she was getting a good look at the thing that just gave her so much pleasure.

"I need to cum too. I would love to cum in that pussy of yours, but the way you kissed me, the way you used your tongue in my mouth, I want you to use it on my cock. Would you like to suck it? Or would you rather I ..."

Before I could finish, she interrupted me. "Yes. I want to be fucked by you right now, but I really want to feel that thing in my throat." I could tell by the look on her face that she liked sucking cock and was probably very accomplished at it too.

She knelt down between my legs. She pulled my pants and boxers down and off. Her hands caressed my thighs, inching closer to my aching cock. When she leaned forward to kiss my erection, I felt her breasts press against my legs. Her left hand went around the base of my dick, while the right cupped my balls. She guided the tip to her lips and kissed it softly. She repeated that two or three times before opening her mouth and using her tongue. A bead of pre-cum formed and, using her tongue spread it around my purple helmet, making it shine in the phosphorescent light. It felt so good, I couldn't control myself and I moaned and pushed my hips up.

Her tongue continued to swirl around my dick, going down my thick rigid shaft, right over my balls and to the sensitive spot between my asshole and balls. I had the arms on the chair in a death grip, biting my lower lip and praying I didn't blow my wad now.

She must have sensed my 'problem' and gave the base a good hard squeeze and stopped for a few seconds to let me regain myself. She smiled at me with a look of self-satisfaction, knowing she now was in control. At that moment, I really didn't care. She had my balls in one hand and my dick in the other, she could have it.

She continued using her tongue, lightly licking my cock and cock head. Whenever a bit of precum oozed out of me, she lapped it up hungrily. "This feels so good. Suck me, I want you to suck me." She gave me a throaty "mmmmm" and took the head into mouth. Again she swirled her tongue around it as her head went slowly down. I watched as she edged my cock deeper into her mouth until I felt the back of her throat. She held it there for a few seconds, using her tongue some more to stimulate me. And it worked too. I was again on the verge of exploding. I wanted to cum but also wanted to enjoy her sucking for a while too. I needed a distraction, if only for a moment, and I could make this last. I hadn't noticed, but her hand was no longer on my balls. I looked down and saw her right shoulder moving slightly. Was she playing with herself? So I asked, "Is your pussy really wet?"

She nodded slightly, not sure why that question was being asked.

"You are very good at this. Do you like sucking my cock?"

"Ummm Hmmm." She nodded and her eyes flared. I took that as a yes. Pulling my cock from her mouth, "Your cock is delicious. It's been a very long time since I had a cock even close to this. And I really want to taste your cum."




Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 02



The distraction was working. "Hmmm. And you will too. I want to taste you too. How about now? Give me your hand, I want a little taste test."

She pulled her hand out from between her legs and put it in my hand. I brought it up to my lips. I could smell her scent on her fingertips. I licked her fingers and then took them in my mouth, sucking them clean of her juices. "You taste wonderful. Do like receiving as much as giving?"

"Really? Oh, yes, yes."

"The sooner you make me cum, the sooner I can get my lips on you." I smiled and licked my lips for emphasis.

She began to bob her head slowly up and down, turning her head from side to side so that the head would slide against each side of her mouth and using her tongue as well. Her pace increased when I said, "Mmm, I am close. Very close. And I want to suck on that pussy of yours. God, I am going to love doing that."

She began sucking and licking in a fury. I couldn't help but groan loudly as my cock went deep into her mouth. Her tits were tightly pressed against my legs and my balls were again being massaged in her hand. I could feel my cock begin to throb. "I'm cumming! Oh, jeez, yes." 

She pulled up so that only my head was in her mouth. Her tongue flicked rapidly over my sensitive pee hole until I exploded, shooting my hot sticky jism into her mouth. She continued to flick her tongue, swallowing my cum as she did. I gave her three full burst and a final little one, and not one drop escaped her mouth. She continued to orally gratify me, taking my softening member into her mouth as far as she could, clamping her lips tightly around the shaft, and easing herself up, squeegee-ing any remaining liquid up and into her mouth.

I sat there a second, panting, trying to recover from a very intense orgasm and to regain some strength to move. She let my cock slide out of her mouth and sat back on her heels with a very satisfied look on her face. I gazed into her eyes, "That was incredible. Now it's my turn. Let's go over to your desk."

I stood up and practically stumbled over to her desk. I took her hand and lead her to the spot that I wanted her...on her desk, dead center. I eased her onto the desk top, taking time to caress her legs while I kissed her softly and as sensuously as I could muster. She put her arms around my neck and we just kissed for a while. Her tongue slid into my mouth effortlessly. Damn that tongue was talented. I pulled her tightly to me, her mountainous breast crushed into my chest. 

Moments later, I could feel pressure on my shoulders. She was pushing me down and I didn't fight it. I moved my lips over her neck, down her chest to her cleavage. I hesitated there a while, brushing my face over her tits, still covered up by her blouse. It felt nice just the same though. I finally sat in her leather executive chair, pulled it close to the desk. She spread her legs wide and moved herself so that her ass was near the edge of the desk. 

She leaned back on her elbows and brought her knees up, exposing not only her sex, but her pink rosebud asshole. She kept her bush neatly shaped, but was still very thick. Her entire bottom was damp from her pussy juice and her clit was engorged from all the activity it had gotten. Well, it was about to get some more.

I caressed the backs of her thighs, down to her ass cheeks. She sighed softly and her ass muscles tightened in anticipation. With both hands, I approached her pussy lips from each side, parting them slightly to expose her inner lips. Her scent was not as strong as a lot of woman I had been with, but was twice as juicy. I glided my fingertips up and down her lips, building her excitement. I leaned into her and licked her softly. Marian moaned loudly, encouraging me on. I applied a little more pressure, flicking my tongue hard on her wet lips, causing her to jump. "Ooooh, again."

I repeated that again, each time using more pressure but slower motion. By the time I reached her clit, she was moaning loudly. I knew she was expecting me to flick her clit now, so instead, I closed my mouth over it and sucked on it hard, pulling it into my mouth. Caught completely off guard, she gasped and began to shudder as I tongue-lashed her clit. When I did not let up, she grabbed my head, holding it tightly into her crotch, practically screaming, "Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, yesss, YESSSS!" She came hard, giving my mouth more of her luscious nectar. Unable to move my mouth away from her clit, I eased my oral assault so that she could regain herself.

I licked and kissed her twat, pushing my tongue into her hole while pressing my upper lip into her sensitive clit. As I poked my tongue inside her, she moved her hands from my head up to her tits. As my tempo increased, so did she on her tits. I watched as she manhandled them aggressively, squeezing them like melons, pushing them together and pressing them into herself. If I weren't already turned on by what I was doing, I surely would've been by what she was doing.

My cock was now back to full throttle and I wanted to not only bury my member into this beautiful cunt, but get my hands on those incredible globes as well. I sucked her clit into my mouth again and pushed two fingers into her tight hole all the way. She screamed in delight and bucked her hips. I pumped my fingers hard and fast, getting her hole ready for my thick slab of cock. Rather than grab my head this time, she grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled them tight against her chest. This orgasm was the biggest one so far, soaking my face and hand. I continued pounding into her, bringing on another orgasm, although not as intense as the last. I pulled my mouth off her clit so that I could watch her cum on my hand. Another one hit seconds after the last one subsided.

"Please...stop. I ... can't...take it! I...need...air!"

I eased my fingers out of her sloppy box and stood up. I watched as she panted, trying to catch her breath. For a second, I thought she might be hyperventilating, but her breathing normalized, but was still heavy. My erection subsided somewhat and I became worried that maybe I had overdone it, bringing her to so many orgasms one after the other.

She finally sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Oh, love, that was wonderful. I am totally exhausted." Seeing my disappointment that I would not be able to finish by fucking her, she added, "I want you too. But when I make love to you, I want to have enough strength to fully satisfy you the way I want to satisfy you. You understand, don't you?"

"Yea, I understand." In my mind, however I said NO, I don't understand. You could just lie there and let me enjoy your body for a few minutes.

"Give me a few hours to recover and then why don't you come over to my house, say 8-ish? I will make your wait worthwhile." She smiled one of her lusty, flirtatious smiles that made me want her even more.

"Sure. And that will give me a chance to rest up too." I leaned into her and kissed her softly, opening my mouth to let her tongue slide inside. We kissed each other sensually for a minute before I pulled away and helped her off the desk. As she walked toward her clothes on the other side of the desk, I noticed she had left a little puddle on the desktop. A little stain there will be her reminder of our meeting for a long, long time.

We dressed in silence; although we watched each other cover up what had just given us so much pleasure. When I finished, I sat down on the sofa, gathering up my papers.

"I think we can also do business together. That is if you don't have a problem sleeping with your clients?"

"Good. I think I can make you pretty happy with my services too, both in bed and in the market. Sleeping with clients isn't always the best of ideas. My lawyers would be having a fit." She flashed another one of her smiles. "But there is something about you that tells me I can trust you. And if you would like to continue our personal relationship, we could make some rules, so to speak, so that would make our business relationship remain business and our personal remain personal."

"I think that's fine. Only rule I can think of is no stalking." I laughed my little smart ass laugh. She shook her head and laughed as well, "You must have had some possessive lady friends."

"Yes I have. Although I think the term 'possessive' would be giving them too much credit. How about 'nuts'?" Again we laughed and I headed for the door. When we got to the lobby door, I pulled her to me tightly, kissing her passionately and grabbing her ass, to remind her that I would be finishing very soon. "See you around 8, ok?"

"Eight it is. Take you vitamin E!" We both laughed but I wondered if I actually should.

I climbed into my car and collapsed in the seat. I couldn't believe that I had come to get some financial and investment advise and am leaving with a new fuck buddy. I smiled to myself, remembering the affect my cock had on her and how incredibly sexy she was, even at her age. I put the key in the ignition, started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

I headed for the store, rather than home. While I was thinking about it, I ought to pick up some champagne and something to snack on. I planned on being at her place for a while and wanted to be prepared. While there, I also bought a bunch of roses. Women love that shit, and, although I knew I was gonna get laid anyway, it never hurt to give them some more incentive to 'be nice'.

Once I got home, I put the stuff in the kitchen, the bottle on ice, and headed to get a much needed shower. Feeling my face, I was getting my five o'clock shadow, so added a shave to my mental to-do list. Afterward, I hopped on my bed for a power nap. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

When I woke up, it was 7:45. "Shit!" I said aloud. I was going to be late. I threw on a pair of pants, sans underwear since none were clean nor did I really didn't need them, and a golf shirt that was probably a bit too small, but accentuated my physique. I grabbed the bottle, flowers and bag of food and hurried out the door. Thankfully, she lived nearby, but since I had never been to her house, I had to drive slower than I normally do so that I wouldn't miss my turns.

I pulled into her driveway at about 8:30. The house was dark except for some light seeping out from the back rooms. "Shit, shit, shit." I hoped she didn't think I was standing her up, but then she did say "8-ish." I rang the bell...nothing. I rang it again and heard a voice from inside call out, "Come on in, Jack." Whew.

I went inside, closing the front door behind me. The entryway was spacious, and without lights, really dark. I called out, "Marian?", but no reply. I headed for the lights, which were in the kitchen. In the corner of her counter, I found an ice bucket that I could put the champagne in so it would stay cool. Getting that straight, I called out again "Marian? Yoo hoo!" Nothing. Since she was obviously not on the first level, I headed for the stairs. "Marian? Ally ally all come free!" Still nothing. This little game was getting me a little turned on. Although I did wonder if she would jump out of the dark and try to scare me.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I saw a silhouette of a very shapely woman leaning against the doorjamb of the master bedroom. The candlelight from behind her allowed me to only see her profile, leaning with one leg raised with her foot against the door behind her. "What took you? I was almost ready to start without you."

"Sorry. I took a nap and overslept. Here's something for you to make up for it."

"Jack, they're beautiful." She stood up as I approached her. As I neared her, I saw that she was wearing a very tight silky teddy that had a very low-cut neckline and was barely long enough to cover that succulent pussy. I felt the blood leaving my head and filling my dick. I could smell her sweet perfume as I handed her the bouquet. Her make-up and hair were done and the room was awash in candlelight. She meant it when she said she wanted to satisfy me. She put the flowers on the little table by the door and took me in her arms. "Thank you, Jack. That was so sweet of you." She pressed herself into me and kissed me tenderly. Her tongue brushed over my lips while I felt her tits mash into me and her hips grind into mine. Stepping away from me, but holding onto my hands, she pulled me into the room, where the candlelight allowed me to see her more clearly.

"Marian, you look...you look gorgeous!" I stammered. And she did too. I think she blushed but the light was too dim to be sure. "You are so beautiful. I could stand her staring at you forever." She smiled and said, "Thank you, but I hope you don't really want to just stare." Her smile grew wider and her eyes blazed with desire.

She dropped my hands and reached for my belt. While she undid my belt and pants, I kicked off my loafers. When she eased my pants down, I stepped out of them and kicked them away. She cooed at my lack of underwear, eying me lustily as she pulled my shirt up to my chest. I pulled it the rest of the way off while she took my semi-hard dick in her hand. Instinctively, she began to stroke it gently. She watched as it grew in her hand and I watched her excitement grow, most noticeably in her nipples. Before I could do anything to them, she led me, literally by the cock, to the bed and had me lie down in the middle of her king-size bed.

Her lusty eyes explored my body while I did hers. She climbed into bed with me and, straddling my legs, sat on my thighs. The candlelight flickered across her body, casting shadows, especially where her tits were concerned. I could just make out the outline of her erect nipples, protruding through the silky material, begging me to touch them.

My hands were on her thighs, enjoying her smooth sexy legs, moving them up under the teddy to her hips. As I did, the material lifted to expose her undersexed pussy. My cock, still in her hands, pulsated, yearning to get inside her. 

"Ooooo, you like this, don't you? Good. Relax. Tonight, I'm going to be your lover, mistress, slut and whore all wrapped up in one."

"I like the sound of that." I sat up and as I did, pulled the teddy up over her head. As it passed over her tits, they bounced with their newfound freedom. I pulled her into me, kissing her and finally getting to feel them against my bare chest. They felt wonderful, but it was short lived.

She pushed my shoulders back, forcing me back onto my back. With her hands on my shoulders, she was leaning forward slightly and her tits squeezed between her arms, creating an incredible sight. Adding to the mind-blowing view were her generously proportioned areolas. They had to be 4 inches in diameter, a golden tan color with a nipple jutting out.

I reached up and held them in my hands, squeezing them gently at first, them caressing them, moving my hands all over them, exploring every inch of her tit flesh. Seeing my reaction to her bare breasts, she sat up and back onto my thighs. She put her hands on top of her head, making her tits raise slightly. That scene nearly did me in. I began kneading them and squeezing them in much the same way she did it earlier while I was sucking her clit. I sat up again, wanting to be as close to them as possible. When I pinched her nipples and tugged them, she brought her hands down and cupped each mammoth, holding them up for me. I needed to have them in my mouth and I needed them now. I moved my face to her left tit, rubbing my cheek against the soft fleshy breast. I then moved over to her right tit and did the same. She sighed softly when I took one enormous nipple into my mouth. Using my tongue, I swirled it around the nub. She held one tit as I sucked on it, using the other hand to stroke my hair. I alternated breasts, taking the other in my mouth. When I gently bit down and tugged on it, Marian groaned and pulled my head into her mountainous breast, almost suffocating me.

While I sucked and licked and kissed those colossal boobs, I moved my hands down and around to her ass, pulling her closer to my cock. When it made contact with her, we both moaned. She released her hold on my head and pushed me back down once again.

She ran her hands over my chest, tweaking and pulling on my nipples, before lowering herself down on top of me. Her arms eased around my neck, as she put her lips to mine. She opened her mouth, forcing her tongue into my mouth very sensually. I wrapped my arms around her back, holding her tightly to me. I was so enjoying the feeling of her body against mine that, for a few seconds, I did not notice that she was grinding her pussy against my engorged cock. She was rubbing her clit against my shaft like we did earlier. When I responded and pushed my hips upward into her, she released my lips, "I loved doing this before, I just had to feel it again. Oh, it feels sooooo good."

As we looked deeply into each other's eyes, she increased her pace, pressing down harder into my rod. As her breathing became more erratic, I knew she was going to cum soon. I wanted her to cum, but I also did not want her to wear herself out too soon again. I rolled her off me, much to her surprise.

I pressed my cock-head hard against her clit. Figuring out what I was doing, she reached down and took hold of my shaft firmly. As I pushed slightly, she glided me over her slippery wet pussy lips, slowly, up and down, from her clit down to her ass. She raised her legs up and I felt her tug on my shaft. "Oh, Jack. I can't wait any longer. Fill me up. Please!"

I pushed into her slightly as she held my cock at her opening. When my fat cock head entered her, she gasped and released her hold on me. I pushed slightly, afraid that I might hurt her, but when she raised her legs and spread them wider, I continued my entry. With each inch, she gasped again and cooed a signal to me to continue. Her pussy was like a tight sleeve, expanding to allow the new invader. I finally felt the end of the road, my head pressing against her cervix.

"Jack, you feel magnificent. Are you all the way in? Did you give me it all?"

I still had about an inch left. "No. Almost but not all."

"Push harder then, I want it all."

I pulled out somewhat and then with one quick motion, thrust myself into her. She threw her chest out in what might have been pain or ecstasy, I don't know, but I was completely buried inside her. I had to hold it there a second so that I wouldn't blow yet. She reached up and pulled me down on top of her. Her massive chest was now a cushion for me as I crushed up against them. I slide a hand over the side of them and gave a little moan. I started out slowly, enjoying her body, but increased my pace and intensity to keep in tempo with her mounting moaning. My pole was pounding her into a frenzy, on the verge of screaming. 

Suddenly, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my shoulder blades. I cried out in pain, but to no avail. Marian was in the throes of a massive orgasm. The pain I was experiencing was her nails digging into me. I am sure she drew blood but, once the pain subsided, the spasms her pussy were undergoing were making my dick start to twitch. Once her orgasm dwindled, I continued my feverish cunt bashing, but this time I held her hands over her head.

Panting, she whispered, "I'm sorry I hurt you. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"I know you will. I am going to see to it that you do too." I smiled just before I gave her cunt a ball-busting slam, sending her into another convulsing orgasm, accompanied by her screams of bliss.

"That was tremendous, Jack. Fuck me slowly now. I'm going to make it up to you like I promised."

I kissed her softly. Marian opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into my mouth very sensually, our tongues dancing together. Her silky smooth legs wrapped around my waist and her tits were squashed into me. I was in heaven and I knew it was only going to get better.




Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 02



I slowly pulled my cock out of her, stopping as the head neared her opening. The coolness of the air on my wet shaft and balls only heightened the sensations. I eased it back in and felt a fluttering on my shaft and head as it moved deeper into her juicy twat. I inadvertently moaned into her mouth and she held me tighter to her. As I pulled back out, I, again, felt the fluttering. I pushed back in and this time it was more pronounced. I moaned again and, rather than taking the long, deliberate strokes, I changed to short ones so whatever she was doing, she could continue.

"What are you doing to me?"

"You like it?"

"Yessss!"

"Good! Me too! I want your cum but I want to feel every throb and every spurt that big cock has for me."

Our kissing became more passionate and I caressed her body with my hands and pushed my cock into her pulsating pussy.

"I can feel you cock getting thicker. You're going to give me it soon, aren't you? Come on, lover, let me have it."

My balls tightened up almost instantly after hearing her talk like that to me. I felt my hot cream traveling up my shaft and, as my cock began to throb, shoot out the end and coat her pussy walls. I held her close to me as I moaned through a long awaited orgasm.

"Oh God, Jack. Yes!" As I filled her love hole with my hot sticky jism, she shuddered and had another orgasm herself, although nowhere near the intensity of the others.

I fell on top of her, exhausted. She gave me a big hug and squeezed her pussy muscles around my cock, "I loved it. I loved fucking you."

"I did too. Although I don't like the past tense you used. I hope we aren't done yet."

Laughing, Marian said, "Ok, love. I love fucking you. And, no, we are not done. Not by a long shot."

What a night that was....and one we have repeated often too.

Back to the present....

A few days later, at our weekly luncheon, she regaled everyone with the wonderful things her new planner was going to do for her and how her ex-husband would probably go broke long before she did. "That asshole ex of mine had all our investments in government mutuals and t-bills. Now I'm going to be diverted."

"You mean diversified, not diverted...that is unless you're going in a new direction" I quipped. Her naïveté never ceased to amaze me. And the fact that she didn't realize we were poking fun either made it even funnier. 

"Humph" she snorted. "Jack, you recommended her to me and now I can relax and enjoy myself, so I am going to buy you your lunch today." The other girls protested. Sylvia said "I recommended you to Dr. Hirsch when you needed a dentist, and did I get a lunch? No!"

"That recommendation, my dear, cost me thousands of dollars. I thought he was going to scrape these pearlies down to a nub. A lunch, my ass!" Anna rolled her eyes and the ladies all looked at Sheryl, obviously remembering the whole mess.

Irene piped in, "What about that man I introduced you to, he took you out too! No wait, forget I said it." Everyone laughing simultaneously and hooting "Mr. Boogers!"

All of this was way before my time, so I was at a complete loss. Anna looked over at me putting her finger at her nose in the "picking motion", and faking a shudder. I just raised my eyebrows and gave one of those "I gotcha" nods.

"I'll take that lunch, and if she makes you some real money, I'll expect a lunch every week."

"Fat chance!" 

The remaining lunch went pretty much like that, loud laughing and poking fun at whoever said, or did, anything remotely out of place. Nothing was sacred. I loved these things.

Irene continued to visit me every Monday morning like clockwork and stayed into the early afternoon. The sex was always incredible and she would pique my interest by wearing something new and sexy each time. Sometimes it was a see-through teddy, crotch-less panties, or maybe had a silk nightgown under her clothes. Monday Night Football took a definite second to Monday Morning Irene.

"I told Anna," she whispered in my ear after we had just finished making love. Not really back into the real world yet, "Huh?" "I told Anna, you know, about us, this, our Mondays together." "Um, why? No, never mind. Uh, what'd she say?"

"Startled at first" she said repositioning herself so that we could look into each other's eyes. "She suspected that I was seeing someone. I guess I wasn't being as big a bitch as Rebecca normally is. She's known about my situation at home for a long time. She was more surprised that it was you I was sleeping with, than that I was sleeping with anyone at all."

"Great. She'll tell two friends, and they'll tell two friends, and so on, and so on. Rebecca is gonna fry me on Wednesday, before she tosses me out of the group. She already thinks I am a bad influence on you all anyway. She thinks I am corrupting you all with my 'youthful indiscretions'. I drink too much; drive too fast; and I date all the wrong women. Hell, I probably fart in the wrong pitch too!" 

Giggling at my reference to Rebecca's disdain for me, "No, Anna promised me that it would stay between us, you, me and Anna." Feeling a little relieved, I felt a little levity was in order. "So does Anna want to join us?"

Irene gave me one of her infamous "evil eyes" that intimidated Sheryl and Anna so, and a playful slap to the chest, "With that, I'm outta here." Still laughing as she dressed herself, I continued, "Come on, Anna's so naïve, she may not even realize it's happening. Then Rebecca can really bust my balls." 

"You ARE corrupting us. You're terrible!" Then, giving me her killer smile and a wink, "See ya' Wednesday." And she was gone.

Wednesday came, and since Rebecca was absent, much to my relief, I got to play the round with them. Sheryl tossed her clubs in the cart with Irene's, so I was paired with Anna. The first two holes were agony, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never did. As a matter of fact, she behaved as if she never knew. Maybe she forgot, was my biggest hope. No, not even Anna could forget a bombshell like that. Well, she was being a true friend to both of us, so I had to admire her for that. 

The following day, I was going over my broker statements when the phone rang. Anna was on the other end and she appeared to be flustered. "I got my statements from the broker today and I just can't make heads or tails of them. They don't look like anything I used to get before." "I am looking at mine too, so maybe if you tell what has got your panties in a bunch, I can walk you through it." 

"What's got my 'PANTIES IN A BUNCH' is the fact that you got me into all this so your gonna get your CANDY ASS over here and teach me how to read these." 

Damn, she's pissed. "Ok, ok! I am on my way." I was going to say "keep your shirt on", but thought better of it, considering how my panties comment went over.

I raced over there and was really surprised at her demeanor when she answered the door. It was if I had dropped by unexpectedly with a bouquet of flowers.... which is Anna's usual mood. She escorted me over to her statements at the kitchen table and pointed to them as if they were demonically possessed. I sat down and glanced through them page by page. They were in the exact same format as mine were, so this was going to be easy.

"Ok, what's got your ... uh, what don't you understand?"

"I don't understand any of it! Help me, please!" Her facial expression changed to one like a child looking to her teacher for the answer to question number three. It was cute but I knew Anna pretty well now. She was naïve and needed the dirty jokes explained, but she was not dumb. There's maybe one or two things on these statements that would need explaining, but not the whole thing. Something's up.

I walked her through, page by page, telling her the things she needed to be aware of and how to track her investments throughout the month, so that these statements won't have any real surprises. "Any questions?"

"Um, well, yeah. What is that box again?"

"Ok Anna, what gives? You are not stupid, so out with it, why am I here?"

She stood and walked into the den and stood by the window looking out. I followed her and stood in the doorway, waiting for her reply. In the brief seconds that I stood there, I noticed she was looking especially good today. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something different. Hell, I'm a man, so it was probably something obvious, but it still eluded me.

"Irene told me."

Thud! There went the other shoe. Now what? Was I going to get a lecture about being nice to her friend, that I shouldn't hurt her? Maybe she was going to tell me to leave her alone all together. Or...maybe she wanted to join us. I chuckled to myself at the thought of that, although I sure as hell would enjoy it.

"Of all of us in the group, why did you choose her? I mean, well, she's married. I'm the one with no attachments."

Stunned, I entered the room as she sat down on the couch, waiting for my answer. I couldn't use some smart-ass remark for this one. I sat opposite her on the matching loveseat, and looked directly into her eyes. 

"Anna, wow, um, with Irene and me, it wasn't like I chose her over anyone else. It just happened." Geez, was that a cliché, if I ever heard one. "We found ourselves in a situation, to be honest, I really couldn't, or rather, didn't want to escape from. I like her, a lot, and I enjoy being with her. And if you're worried that I'm going to hurt her in some way, I'm not. Really! We've discussed all of the potential outcomes and we understand and have agreed not to make trouble for the other, regardless of our feelings."

"That's nice. Could you fit me in on Thursdays?"

"What?"

"I think you are attractive too, and I need to be with a man, more so than Irene. Unless, you don't think I am attractive enough."

"Thursdays?" Think, Jack, think. You are stepping into something great, so try to be suave, say something to sweep her off her feet. "Thursdays work for me. Sounds great." Dumb-shit! 'Sounds great', 'works for me', lame, lame, lame.

She smiled at me. I guess my mentally slapping myself silly showed.

"What about Irene? I would hate for her to have all the men in her life cheating on her."

"Irene will be fine. Hell, it was her idea for me to get you over here."

I sat there looking at the floor, contemplating what was happening, trying to get a grip on the reality of it all.

"Today is Thursday! Why are you way over there?" With a coy little smile, she motioned for me to join her on the couch.

Since I had lost total control of the situation so far, I needed to get some of it back. "I am going to stay here...and watch for a while."

"Watch? Watch what?" Oh, my little innocent friend, you are going to entertain me.

She was sitting there, wearing a baby blue, sleeveless button-up top and a white mid-thigh length skirt, nothing on her feet except for a gold ankle bracelet that always drew my attention to her long slender legs. That's when it hit me...what was different today was that she rarely ever wore short skirts around the house. 

"What are you going to watch?"

"Stand up please" I ordered. Surprisingly she obeyed without protesting, or questioning, out loud at least. "Show me what you got." I motioned with my finger for her to turn around and let me see her from all sides. Again she complied. I guess she figured this is how I do it. "Mmm, very nice body Anna, very nice. Are you pleased with it?"

"Huh? Um, yea, I guess." 

"Don't guess Anna. You should be pleased. You have a figure men fight over." 

"Well none have, that I know of" she replied. 

"What, the clubs men? They are too busy chasing the skirts downtown. No, you have a great body, and I would like to see more of it, please. So go ahead."

"Go ahead and what? Spin, dance, what?"

"Start by showing me those tits." She looked at me a second, then I think the light went on, she understood.

Standing in front of me, she started at the bottom button and, one by one, opened her blouse to me. Her stomach was still flat from all the sit-ups, etc she did at the clubhouse health spa. She finished and opened it up, showing me her small bra-clad tits. Getting into the spirit of a strip tease, she even bent over and did the shoulder shake. No movement there, but I didn't care, they looked good. She pulled the blouse off and let it fall to the floor at her feet. Then gave it a kick and it flew into the corner behind a chair.

"The bra," I ordered. "Wouldn't you like to do it for me?" she asked in her sultry schoolgirl voice. 

"No, I want to see you do it."

Pouting, she reached behind her and unclasped it, letting the ends fall to her sides. She pulled the straps off her shoulders but held the cups in place, covering her tits. She stepped up to me and bent over, letting her arms out and the bra fell into my lap, covering my now achingly hard cock.

She stood there, I guess waiting for me to touch them, but I just sat there, looking at them. For being on the small side, her nipples were a bit large. They were dark, in stark contrast to her creamy pale skin. They were almost as dark as her regular tan.

"Touch them", I ordered. Surprised that I wasn't the one going to be doing the touching, she straightened up and ran her hands over them quickly. "Is that the way you touch yourself? Show me how you touch them when you are alone."

She gave me a very questioning look, like she was wondering what kind of idiot she had gotten involved with now. Her fingers traced a line around each breast, circling in on her protruding nipples. She closed her eyes and, when her fingers reached her nipples, gave them a tug. "Ohhh!"

When she opened her eyes, they became like saucers very quickly. What she saw was my erect manhood poking out of my shorts, with her bra dangling over the head. She reached out to touch it, but I stopped her before she made contact. Disappointed, she asked me to at least remove the bra. I smiled, hesitated for a few seconds and removed it slowly. When my dick came into full view, she grabbed her breasts with her hands, began to knead them, followed by firm pulls on her nipples. Her eyes zeroed in on my swollen member and the droplet of pre-cum that oozed out.

"That skirt ... lose it." She was now getting into this and didn't waste any time shucking them and kicking them in the opposite direction of her blouse. She looked unbelievably good, standing there in only her silk panties. 

"Are you wet?" I asked. She replied with a prim "I think so."

"Your skirt is lonely over there, I think your panties should join it, don't you?"

Now, fully enjoying this, she turned away from me and pushed out her ass toward me. It took a lot to not reach out and palm each of those butt cheeks. She wiggled her ass as she slid her panties off her hips. When they reached her thighs, she bent completely over, not only showing off her flexibility, but also giving me an unobstructed view of her shimmering pussy. The way the sunlight hit, it almost glittered. I leaned forward and could smell her musky sex, and felt more liquid seep from my cock. The panties slid off effortlessly and actually did join her skirt.

"Magnificent!" Anna reached between her legs and gave her labia a gentle caress, trying to excite me into action. Although I was already beyond excited, her rubbing her pussy made both of us hot and bothered. She spread her legs and, using all her fingers, stroked herself into a frenzy. I observed that Anna was unable to maintain her balance, so I grabbed her hips and guided her down next to me on the loveseat.

She was practically oblivious to my presence there. I say practically because occasionally she would open her eyes and stare at my manhood before returning to her turbulent activity. Using both hands, one fiddling with her swollen clit and the other plugging fingers into her hole, she moaned and groaned continuously. Her nipples were pointing outward, and looked ever so inviting. I leaned into her, kissing her shoulder, I cupped a breast gently, giving it a squeeze. Welcoming the contact, she increased her own velocity on her drenched pussy. I applied more pressure to her soft breast, pinching and tugging on her sensitive nipples. Throwing her head back, she came. Her body stiffened and then shook, biting her lip to stifle a scream, only to release and emit a sound that could only be described as a combination of a scream, moan and a groan. It was amazing and I knew I had to hear it again, but this time from my own doing, not hers.

I let her relax a bit before wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight into me. I whispered in her ear, "You are a most remarkable woman!" She smiled through her panting for air and then turned to return my embrace. I looked at her beautiful face and kissed her. Hugging and kissing her wasn't enough though, I wanted to give this lady the same pleasures that she gave to me. I moved my hand down to her belly, and caressed her flat stomach, before inching down to her pussy.

"Mmmm. Yes. Ooooh," she moaned as she kissed and licked my lips. My fingers slid through her pubic hair, over her engorged clitoris, and over her pussy lips. She was unbelievably wet, drenching my fingers. As my fingers moved over her labia, I made sure that I also always had contact with her clit. Each time I pulled my finger back out, I would finish with it pressed hard against her nub, my fingers rubbed the clit and hood, eliciting moans and groans of pleasure.

I changed my stroking then to include pushing two fingers into her pussy, but only up to the second knuckle, then pull them completely out to satisfy her clit again. Her legs were as wide apart as they could possibly go. When I was certain she was not expecting more, I rammed my fingers into her completely, causing her to bolt upright and cry out. I released her from my arm around her shoulder to let her thrash about some as I thumped my fingers into her receptive cunt. We both were looking at her snatch, watching me pound my fingers into her faster and harder, her juices squirting all over my hands. With each plunge, she grunted until she could take it no more. Again, her body went rigid as she was hit with another orgasm. She placed her hand on mine to stop my pumping, as she gasped for air.

"I can't breathe! I can't breathe! Oh! Ooooh. Whew!" Her chest heaving as her lungs filled with air. She leaned into me, placing her head on my shoulder. My fingers, actually my whole hand, were covered in her sap and the room had the unmistakable aroma of sex. Anna watched me lick my fingers clean, savoring her special flavor. Watching me enjoy her essence, she reached for my aching cock, running her fingers up and down the shaft before stopping at the head to smear some pre-cum. She put her fingertips to her mouth and, in a very seductive manner, licked, and then sucked them.

"You want to taste more of me?" 

She nodded with her returning to my cock for some more sticky fluid. 

"I want to taste more of you too." 

Her eyes were blazing at the idea of being able to give me pleasure and get the same in return...at the same time too.

"Jerk-off never wanted to do it that way. 'One at a time', he'd always say," as we moved from the loveseat to the floor. "I want you in my bed. I have always visualized us there, making love repeatedly." She tugged on my hand and escorted me up to her room.

Her bedroom was very similar to Irene's, spacious with vaulted ceilings and skylights right over the bed. On a clear night she would be able to fall asleep under the stars. Her bed was a cherry-wood, four-poster king. I couldn't help but notice that the covers were already pulled down, similar to the service provided by the finest hotels. The urge to look for a mint on the pillow passed quickly.

I pulled her too me, holding her slender body to mine, I kissed her. I then, picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her head gently on the pillow. Women are never sexier than when they are just before sex. And Anna was no exception. I crawled in beside her and held her to me, kissing her again, but with more intensity now.




Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 03



To refresh your memory, my name is Jack. I hit it big in the "dot com" industry and quit my job as a multi-millionaire. I moved into a golf course community where there were lots of neglected housewives. I maneuvered myself into a group of women known around the clubhouse as "The Fearsome Foursome" because their golf game was so horrendous. Their names were Irene, Anna, Rebecca and Sheryl. I was bedding Irene and Anna on a weekly basis.

Life was pretty good now. I was wealthy beyond my dreams, had two, count 'em two, horny, sexy women, and time to do whatever I wanted and go wherever I wanted. Basically my week went like this: Monday was my day to do my errands, like food shopping and dry cleaning, tend to the yard and do the household bull shit that had to get done regardless of money stature. Tuesday was Irene. Totally devoted to her. When she left, I sat my ass in front of the TV and vegged. Wednesday was our weekly golf outing and luncheon. If Irene or Anna needed "special attention", that was usually the day. Thursday was Anna. After her, I was always physically spent. Friday was my day to recuperate. I did whatever I wanted on Friday, whether more golf or a day on the lake fishing. The weekend was when I would date. I had a few women I saw, but nothing I would say required monogamy. The great thing about my friendship with the foursome was that it helped me with the women I dated.

On some days, I would sit and listen to them chit chat about whatever. The key here is that I listened, therefore I learned. I learned what women thought was important, what there values were and what motivated them. I didn't say I agreed with them, or that I understood why they felt that way, but I just knew that they did. So when meeting new women, I could throw out a few of the buzz words, show empathy at the right time and learned how to listen to their hopes and concerns without having my eyes glaze over. It was a godsend. It was knowledge that got me a lot of pussy. If I was a superhero, that would be my super power.

This arrangement went on for a few months. During this time, Rebecca's husband, Eduardo, or Eddy, was laid off from his telecom job, his company was closing its doors. He lost a lot, both in salary and in his stock holding with the company. With the entire industry in turmoil, finding another position even remotely equivalent was difficult. The stress could be seen on Rebecca's face and demeanor. They had enough to live in the same lifestyle to which they were accustomed, at least for a while, but having him around the house all day, every day was driving her nuts. Irene had confided in me that Rebecca had told her that Eddy was getting depressed and his 'husbandly duties' were not being fulfilled. What that meant to me was that she was taking all of that stress and frustration out on me.

She would tear in to me at a drop of a hat. If I said the sky was blue, she would correct me and say it was "Carolina Blue, Moron." The other women noticed her aggression towards me, but let it go, mostly in fear that they could be the next targets. And since I was already used to it, why change tradition. So I took the harassment, and after a while, took some sadistic pleasure in trying to provoke it, just to watch her boil over. Being a wise-ass does have its rewards.

It took Eddy about 3 months to land another job. In that time, Rebecca stressed and fretted so much she actually lost some weight. She wouldn't tell anyone how much she lost, I guess for fear that we might do some simple math and figure out how much she weighed before. Anyway, she looked great. Regrettably, the new job required her to relocate to South America. Apparently, the telecom business is in its infancy in that part of the world and in dire need of seasoned bi-lingual professionals. So I bought a few shares of his new company on speculation.

Eddy had to report almost immediately, so that meant Rebecca would have to get the house sold and their affairs in order. The new company picked up a lot of the expenses, but hearing her tell it, it was still a huge pain in the ass.

As her move date approached, the ladies all decided to give her a going away bash. I suggested we take her to that ritzy French place she was always raving about but, of course, the women shot that one down. They wanted to do something where they could get a little wild and not have to worry about other people hearing them recount stories from years past. Some of them might be a little dicey.

Since they all had husbands, or children, or pets or whatever in their homes that would have to be displaced for the day, and maybe the evening, my place was elected. "Great! The woman spends all that time berating me, and I'm going to host a party in her honor. Shit, at least it's a going away party." I got the giggles I was looking for and a few "Oh, Jack, you're terrible," comments.

The ladies clearly understood what they were getting into when they asked me to host. They had the food brought in and went behind my back and contacted my cleaning service to make sure that I had scheduled an appointment for the morning of the party. The only thing that they let me handle was the booze, and even then, I think they had a backup plan in place. But no need, I contacted the clubs barkeeper to learn what drinks they preferred, rather than the ones they just drank at lunch, and went to the liquor store right as they opened. I explained to the shopkeeper my drink list and he pulled all the liquor, special liqueurs, and the mixers for me. I even bought an industrial strength blender for those specialty drinks. I was set.

The morning of the party came, and the cleaning crew did an amazing job. They never did this for me, so I figured Sheryl promised them something extra if the place was up to her expectations. 

I had to get out of the house...all of these preparations were ruining my morning routine. I headed for the club to hit a few buckets of balls and get some breakfast. When I got there, I grabbed a couple of buckets of balls and headed for the driving range. The great thing about this club is that it is not overpopulated with retirees, so I can always get a morning tee time during the week without any problems and have the men's locker room to myself. 

On my way to the range, I noticed a group of women heading into the clubhouse. Leading the group was Nancy, a 50-something woman with an enchanting personality and the most captivating eyes I had ever seen. Talking to her was so easy and you found yourself ignoring the rest of the world and opening yourself up and telling her everything. This was why Nancy was a valuable friend; she had all the dirt on everyone. Mind you, she did not share this information like a gossip would. She kept it to herself but I figured if you crossed her, your dirt could leak out. She was always extra friendly to me so I would sometimes try to pump her for information about some of the members.

On the range I did horribly. I was getting worried that the foursomes' golf habits were rubbing off on me. Frustrated, I headed back to get something to eat and maybe a good strong Bloody-Mary to the juices flowing.

The ladies group that was meeting in the corner of the café was just breaking up as my food arrived. The women meandered around, talking among themselves. I noticed Nancy in a hushed conversation with two others. There were the occasional giggles and glances in my general direction, so I knew I must be the topic of discussion. I finished my food quickly and headed to the bar for a refill on my drink. It was going to be a long day and I needed all the vitamins I could get, even if they were also laced with alcohol.

I signed my chit and headed for the locker room to relax in the men's lounge. I turned to look at the three ladies when my eyes locked onto Nancy's. Her eyes softened and seemed to be telling me not to worry. I smiled and she gave me a look that said "wait, don't leave yet". Hmmm.

I stood at the rear of the bar area so as not to be in the way of the wait staff and not to be an obvious target for more gossip.

After the other ladies left, we were alone in the café. The employees were busy in the kitchen preparing for the lunch crowd.

She approached me with a big smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes. "Hi, Jack. Thanks for waiting. I just wanted to let you know that we weren't being 'catty' at your expense. They were just commenting on how you always seemed so comfortable in large groups of women. Their husbands would be squirming and itching to get away."

"I was wondering what the giggling was about. I even checked to see that my fly was closed and I wasn't giving everyone a show."

She smiled and leaned into me to whisper in my ear "From what I understand, that would be a very, very interesting show."

I must have blushed because she put her hand on my chest and said, "Don't be embarrassed, Jack. I know all about your exploits, and frankly, I think it's just what this club needs, or at least just what the women of this club need. A young man with ...a special gift, shall we say...and the time to share it...a woman's fantasy come true."

"Umm, thanks, I think."

"Don't be shy, Jack. I know handfuls of women who would love to spend an afternoon with you."

Getting brave I said, "Any of those women in this room?"

Her eyes widened as if surprised that I would proposition her and then her eyes sparkled as she smiled and walked away, leaving me standing there. I put my glass back on the bar and headed for the locker room. To my surprise, just as I rounded the corner to the hallway, I saw Nancy stop in front of the men's locker room door, peek over her shoulder with a "follow me" look and go in.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but this was too interesting to ignore. I hurried to the door and opened it slowly. The main lights were out but there was some light shining from one of the massage rooms. I could hear movement coming from the room and when I peered inside, there was standing Nancy.

"I wasn't sure you would follow me," she whispered.

"I wasn't sure you wanted me to follow," I replied.

"We need to work on our 'follow me' signals then, don't we?"

"I think so," as I approached her. "Are you here for the reason I think you are?"

She smiled and said, "You asked if any of the women who would like to spend an afternoon with you are in the room. Well, this woman wants to spend this morning with you."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. But not so surprised that I would not act. I walked over to her and then around behind her. I put my hands on her arms to hold them to her side and leaned into her. I kissed her neck softly and let her perfume fill my nostrils. "You smell nice."

She tried to turn but I held her firmly, and I continued to kiss her on the neck, moving slowly up to her ears. I nibbled on her ear lobe and whispered "Relax, and enjoy. I know I am."

She sighed softly and I could feel her body loosen up. As I was nuzzling her neck and cheek, I gazed down at her heaving chest. Her nipples were erect and were practically calling for my attention. 

I moved my hands up her soft arms and over across her tits. "Mmmmm, yes," and her ass began to grind into my growing cock. Now it was my turn to moan.

I gently ran my hands over her mounds, pulling on her nipples through the cottony fabric. I had to get that shirt off, so I reached down and pulled the shirt out of her skirt, up over her head and onto the floor. She wore a plain white bra, so she was obviously not planning on seducing me when she got dressed this morning. I again put my hands on her breasts, kneading them a little rougher now. We both leaned into each other again, grinding and softly moaning.

Her hands tried to snake in between her ass and my groin, but my pressure was too great. I didn't ease up either, because I wanted to make her wait a bit longer. I slid a finger into her cleavage to see if the bra was a "front loader", and much to my satisfaction, it was. With a flick of my finger, the bra opened and out fell her tits. I spun her around to get a better look at them with such force that, when she stopped, her tits didn't. I put both of my hands on them and squeezed. Her arms went over her head and she thrust her chest into my hands. Her areoles weren't especially large but were well proportioned to her breasts. I bent over and kissed each one softly, then took one in my mouth and sucked. Her arms came down and held my head tightly to her, while caressing my head. 

"Oh, Jack. That feels sooooo gooooood!" I alternated between breasts, giving each one a lot of attention.

I lifted her up so she was sitting on the massage bed. Her legs instinctively parted and I put a hand on her panty-covered pussy. She cooed as I moved my fingers up and down. I though for sure that I would have had to play with her for a while to get her wet, but was I wrong. Her panties were already damp and I could feel the heat of her hungry twat.

"You're wet already," I commented. She replied "I started getting wet back in the café."

I smiled my approval. I raised her skirt up to her waist and proceeded to relieve her of her panties. She lifted her ass off the table and as I pulled, her legs closed slightly to allow them to be taken off. Once they were off, she leaned back on her elbows, pulled her legs up and spread them wide, giving me an incredible view of her snatch. I traced a finger down from her short pubic hair, over her swollen clit, her engorged labia and then back up again. Her head went back and she moaned through clenched teeth.

I reached over to the shelf next to us and pulled a towel off. I handed it to her and said, "Use this to moan into. That way you can let loose and no one will hear."

I pulled the chair up to the side of the table, sat down with my face inched from her drenched pussy. I saw her put to towel over her face in preparation of what I was going to do next. Her scent was beginning to fill the room and I was in desperate need to taste what was producing such an intoxicating aroma. I leaned in and sniffed her once more before giving her pussy a light kiss. Her hips jerked slightly and she groaned into the towel. That's when I dove right in. I began to lick her up and down, taking the lips into my mouth and rubbing my tongue over them.

She arched her back and I felt her hand on the back of my head. I looked up and her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace and the towel being held over her mouth with her other hand.

I had to smile to myself. Here I was in the men's locker room of my club eating out a practically naked woman. Life was definitely good.

I parted her lips with my fingers and darted my tongue in and out of her hole. As her panting grew, I used my fingers to massage those lips, getting them ready to accept my now very hard cock. When I thought she was getting close to orgasm, I took her clit into my mouth, sucking hard and wiggling my tongue over her clit. Her other hand came down and, with both hands, held me to her. God she tasted good, too. She was close now and, to bring her over the edge, I pushed two finger inside her as deep as I could. That did it. Both hands went up to hold the towel over her mouth and she exploded. She screamed into the towel as her entire body began to shake and my fingers and mouth were flooded with her juices.

I stood up and began to unbutton my pants. My plan was to get my cock into her as soon as possible, using this time to let her come down some. In my haste to get my shorts off, I didn't notice her jump off the table. She grabbed my shorts, pulled them down, along with my boxers, and pushed me back into the chair.

With my cock standing up straight, she knelt between my legs, grasped my shaft in both hands and took me into her mouth. There were no soft licks or kisses, like a lot of women. No, she was hungry for my dick and was not going to play around. She slowly worked my thick member into her mouth. She moved one hand to my balls and held them firmly. I knew this grip...it was the "don't you dare start pumping until I am ready" grip. So I just sat there, watching her engulf my dick.

She relaxed her hands on my shaft and balls and began to move her head up and down. Whenever my dick was almost out, she would push her tongue into and flick it a few times on the sensitive tip. Every time, it would send shivers through my body, it felt so good. I was sure I was going to blow soon, but she squeezed the base until that sensation ended.

She stood up, licking her lips. "I would love to have you cum in my mouth. God I would love to taste your creamy cum. But I would much rather feel you throbbing inside my pussy. Another time, perhaps."

I nodded my agreement since at that moment, I was so hot for her, words escaped me. I stood up, turned her around and bent her over the massage bed. I lifted her skirt up over her ass and lined my cock up with her cunt.

I slid the tip over her lips, getting it nice and wet. Her ass swayed and she moaned, "Give it to me." I took a deep breath and pushed. When my thick head entered her, she let out a loud groan and pushed back into me. Taking her cue, I pushed harder until I was completely buried inside her tight snatch. She let out a scream, loud enough that someone outside the locker room could have heard. I held my self still, listening for someone that might be coming to investigate a woman's scream. While I listened, she could care a less. She wiggled her ass and used her pussy muscles to get the most out of my cock. When I was sure that no one was coming (no pun intended), I turned my attention back to the incredible pussy in front of me.

I pulled slowly out, leaving just the head of my cock inside her. I could feel her muscles clenching my cock, trying to prevent me from pulling out. I held myself there for a moment, and then I slammed into her as hard as I could. She groaned and I began pounding her hard and fast. The room was soon filled with the sounds of moans and groans and the slapping of skin. She raised herself up so that I could reach around to play with her tits and not have to slow my assault.

When I gave her nipples a tug, she cried out and her body again began to tremble. This orgasm was even more intense than to one before. I could feel her juices soaking my balls. I repeatedly pounded into her, getting a second extraordinary orgasm from her.

"Let me get up on the bed. I want to look into your eyes when you cum in me." I pulled out with a slurp and a pop. She quickly jumped up on the bed in much the same position as she was when I ate her. Leg up and apart, her body back on her elbows, her eyes now glued to my thick, wet member as it entered her once again.

I started slowly stroking into her. Her hips moved in unison with mine. I reach out to play with her tits, "Damn, Nancy. You are amazing!" She smiled and panted "You're pretty good yourself."

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer so I started pumping faster again. We just looked into each other's eyes as our bodies worked together to satisfy the other. Looking into her eyes always was special, but now I just melted. I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell as my own body began to shake. I rammed into her hard and deep, holding still as I pumped my cum into her. The first squirt sent her over the edge as well and we both shuttered through a passionate orgasm.

I collapsed forward onto her and she held me as we panted heavily, trying to regain our senses. My cock began to soften and soon slid out of her. I fell back into the chair and enjoyed the view of her well-fucked pussy dripping my sperm into a puddle on the bed. We knew she had better get dressed and out of there before we are discovered. I kissed her softly while holding her tight to me then began helping her retrieve her clothes and get them back on.




Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 03



Before she left, I told her that this would be our secret. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and said "Let's not let this be just a one-time thing, ok?" I smiled back at her, "You can count on it."

I dressed and headed for home a very happy camper.

When I got home, the caterer was bringing the food in and tried to explain to me how each should be heated and served, when Irene showed up. Hallelujah. Irene was not only a great fuck, but also a top-notch cook. She understood everything they said and even corrected the poor bastard a few times. I had the bar set up a couple of days before, more out of wanting to get to some of it than to be prepared.

The rest of the ladies arrived, except Rebecca. She showed up late so that she could make an entrance. Her dress looked very familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Oh well, no big shit. Anna told me to be nice to Rebecca and try not to bait her into any debates or the like. "Jack," Anna said, "If you are not on your best behavior today, Irene and I are going to cut you off for a month." Serious threat, but I knew neither of them could last that long. They had 'Jacks-cock-itis'. I turned on the music, mixing in some jazz, big band and early rock and roll. 

Anyway, I served as bartender. With the help of a bartender's recipe book, I made all the creations they thought of, some of them a bit too strong. The food was impeccable and Rebecca was truly having a wonderful time. The girls were retelling old "war" stories of the early years, hootin' and hollerin' and generally carrying on. It was a good thing this thing wasn't at any fancy restaurant, we'd have been tossed out long ago. We all presented her with gifts to remember us by. When it came my turn to give her mine, you could feel the air exit the room as they all prepared for the worst. I actually had two for her. In the first was an 8x10 oil painting. I had an old friend paint a collage of all our faces. I thought Rebecca was going to cry, because the others did. "Not so fast ladies, Rebecca, you know I love you. Okay, since we have known each other, we have traded a few barbs. And to honest, yours were, well, lame. So, this is for you, so that when we see you next, you can be prepared." She opened up a book of 1,000 Insults for Every Occasion. You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone was waiting for Rebecca's reaction. Anna and Irene both shot 'eye darts' at me. Then Rebecca looked at me and burst into laughter. She opened the book and told me that I "must have got into the gene pool when the lifeguard wasn't looking." 

"Very good, Beck, but work on the delivery."

The rest of the afternoon went splendidly. We drank some more, ate some more and then drank even more. We all were pretty buzzed when they began to filter out. Rebecca stayed to help clean up, even over my protestations. I tried to tell her that I wasn't going to clean it up, that the cleaning people were coming back tomorrow. Couldn't tell this woman anything after she'd made up her mind. So, we picked up and loaded the dishwasher. We also had a chance to really talk. That was something we never really did because the two of us were never alone together. She really wasn't a mean broad, and I was seeing what the other women saw in her.

The music on the stereo played a song we both remembered as one we had danced to together on the night we first met. I tensed up, preparing for this nice repartee to sour. She smiled and said, "Remember this song?" I nodded and she surprised me by asking, "Want to try dancing to it again?" 

"Sure, as long as I get to lead."

We came together, assuming the traditional waltz position. "You can hold me closer, Jack. I won't bite, I promise. Yet." 

I held her close to me, feeling her womanly curves against me. I couldn't help but remember that night we met, when she started to hate me. It was a club social, and I was there stag, pretty much just to meet new people. I was talking with her husband and one of his business associates when Rebecca came up and asked Eddy to dance with her. He was in the middle of making a point and told her "in a minute." Not interested at all in the topic, I piped up. "Hi, my names Jack. If it's alright with your husband, I'll dance with you." Eddy waved his hand giving is consent.

I escorted her out onto the dance floor and prayed that I would remember my cotillion lessons my mother forced me to take as a kid. "You'll thank me someday," she'd say. Okay Mom, "Thanks, maybe." I held her close, maybe too close, but she didn't object. She smelled magnificent and her body swayed with mine as we moved around the floor. I am much taller that her, so for her to look at me at talk would require her to hold he head back, which did not make for easy dancing. So she sort of laid her head on my chest. The floor became crowded so our dance steps were confined to basically swaying back and forth with the occasional turn. You know, the high school slow dance.

I thought I felt something press against my thigh, and when I instinctively press back, I felt it again. She was pressing her pussy against my thigh. I just met this lady and she is grinding me already. Might be an interesting evening after all. I eased my hand off her waist and up her back. I caressed her back gently; trying to keep her interested, but not be too obvious to the other dancers. When the song ended, thinking I had myself some evening distraction, "Would you like to go someplace a little more private, where we can continue this dance." Well, you'd have thought I had just asked her to fuck me right on the dance floor. Rebecca's eyes narrowed and her face flushed with anger. She stormed off towards the lobby. Curious, or maybe a death wish, I followed her. When I caught up to her I asked her why she was so angry. "What ever gave you the idea that I would even consider anything like what you are proposing? I am a happily married woman and I love my husband." Stupefied, I replied, "The dance, you were ..." "I was what?" she snapped. Oh shit. She wasn't grinding after all. It was all in my imagination. "I thought you came on to me during that dance. I was wrong. I apologize." "Came on to ...? You arrogant bastard. You young turks think every woman is craving you. Well we aren't. So get that into your thick, bony head." She turned and stormed off into the ladies room. Eddy never mentioned it to me so I figured see kept my indiscretion to herself.

As I held Rebecca that afternoon in my house, it all seemed like it was just yesterday. Like déjà vu. Then it hit me. The dress. It looks familiar because it is the same dress. She has on the same dress she wore that night. This dress was spectacular on her then and was spectacular on her now. It was one of those wrap-around silky-material dresses that have a tie and a clasp on the side. It had a nice plunging neckline, not too revealing, but revealing enough to capture any mans attention. "So do you remember, now?"

"Yes. I remember. I am sorry for that you know." She looked up at me and said, "I know. It's ok now. I was too hard on you then and too hard on you afterward too. Forgive me?" I pulled her in to give her a hug, "Of course I do."

We continued to dance when I felt that pressure on my thigh again. I was not going to make that mistake twice, so I relaxed to see if it would happen again. And it did. Again and again. There was no mistaking it now, she was grinding me. "Uh, Beck, is everything ok?" "Sshh, I'm fine. Mmmm." She pushed her groin into my thigh very hard. "You know Jack, that night, you were right, I was coming on to you. Mmmm. And had you spent a little time just talking with me, you would have got into my panties. Mmmm." She was now very obvious with her grinding, even to the point of pressing into me and sliding her pantied pussy up and down my leg. "You jumped the gun and assumed that I would automatically leave with you. I was insulted. You, in essence, called me a slut. Even though I want to be a slut with you, I didn't want to be called one."

"I was a dumb-shit. Again, I am sorry. But Beck, what your doing now..." 

"Sshh, let me enjoy. Ok?" 

I held her in silence as she moved her hips against my leg, steadily increasing her velocity, whimpering louder until I felt her body shiver and shake. She had herself a mini orgasm on my leg. She looked up at me with a look of serenity. She started to pull back but I held on, "Can't stop now. There's still plenty of music left to dance to."

She got one of those mischievous looks in her eyes and returned to my arms. She parted her dress so that my leg would be in direct contact with her silky panties and be that much closer to her clit. She pressed her pussy harder this time, and with much more determination than before. She didn't attempt to muffle any moans nor hide her pleasure. I reached up and began fondling her tit, and then her nipple. "Jack," she whispered, "my breasts aren't very sensitive to the touch, so that isn't really doing anything for me."

"That's fine, you have no idea how much it's doing for me though."

"Oohh, Jack," she cooed. 

She reached down and placed her hand on my bulging cock. "They told me you were well endowed." 

They? Told you? A little taken aback, but at this moment, I would let it slide. She massaged my dick through my pants, as now it was my turn to moan and press my hips back. Holding my cock in her hand, she went wild gyrating her hips. In her enthusiasm, she never noticed that I had undone her dress and opened it up so that I could get to her tits. She was beginning to leave little wet spots on my pants leg as her second orgasm overtook her. This one, however, was a bit bigger and her seizure was more evident.

Again, as she started to step away, "You can't stop now." "Jack, sweetie, I think twice is plenty." 

"I'm not talking about that. Look at me! You're not going to get me all worked up and then leave me here like this?" My cock was straining the fabric of my pants now and if she didn't take it out, I was going to.

"Poor Jack," she said as she stepped back to me. Rebecca's hand was on my cock, trying to unfasten the belt, pants and zipper all at once. Finally, my aching cock was free and was being handled by the woman who had been tormenting me. She stroked it to its full capacity, smearing any pre-cum over the head and shaft. 

"Jack, you DO have a magnificent tool here." That is high praise coming from her. Everyone knew that Eddy was hung like a horse, that I couldn't even hold a candle to him in the dick department. "It is so smooth, Jack. So hard too! A cock only a young man could wield."

While she played with my cock, I eased her dress off her shoulder and to the floor. Feigning a southern belle accent, "Jack, I do declare." But feeling the cool air against her skin, her arousal level heightened and she needed more.

She led me over to the kitchen chairs, and before sitting me down, relieved me of my clothes. Straddling my legs and sitting on my lap, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. My own arousal level was peaking and I started to play with her breast, but remembering she told me that didn't do anything for her, I decided on holding onto that gloriously plump ass. 

"I want to taste your pussy, Beck. I really do." 

"That does sound so inviting Jack. But not today. Today I want to feel like a woman. I want to feel you inside me, to hold you close to me. I want to look into your eyes when you cum, knowing that I was one who brought you there."

I wasn't going to argue. I understood her feelings. Eddy's lack of ability over the last couple of months took a psychological toll on her sense of being. She began to doubt her femininity and her ability to gratify a man. So I just kissed her as passionately as I could and held her body to mine.

Finally, Rebecca reached down and pulled the fabric of her panties that was covering her pussy aside, elevating herself, and as I held my cock to her hole, she slid down. My cock entered her with ease. Even though her cunt had been inactive for some time, it remembered what to do with a thick slab of cock. She rocked herself back and forth, pushing her nub into my pelvic bone. I tried to thrust my hips upward into her, but in this position and her weight, I was unable. So I was left with squeezing my PC muscle, which, in turn, made my cock "flex." 

She moaned as she began to raise herself and fall in a more hurried pace. Soon she was bouncing on my lap, my cock being driven into her pussy. I wanted her to reach a few orgasms before I made my deposit, so I grabbed her ass with intensity and held on. Rebecca called out "Oh yes" as I squeezed and kneaded her ass cheeks.

"Oh my gaaawwwwd," she cried out as she shook through an orgasm. When she came down, she went faster. With each orgasm, she would ride me harder and harder.

Inadvertently, while toying with her round ass, I brushed my fingers against her asshole. "Do it again." "Do what again?" I panted. "My asshole, play with it."

I pressed a finger onto her asshole, and she immediately pushed herself back into my finger so that it would enter her. She held herself there for a second, my finger inserted up to my first knuckle, before she thrust back down on my cock. "Finger me. Please finger me."

Since I couldn't do anything with my cock except sit there and be fucked, I introduced her asshole to the rest of my finger. She exploded like an orgasmic volcano. To keep that orgasm going, I pumped my finger, and then added a second, in and out of her ass. She was in a frenzy, not knowing whether to push back onto my fingers or to push forward on my cock. So she did both. She took my head in her hands and held it in front of her face, so that I could see the pleasure in her eyes and she could it in mine. "Ooo. Cum! Cum for me! Aaaahhhh! Cum in me!" She rocked back and forth, moaning.

I was at the brink, when the phone rang. Not about to answer it, I let the machine take it. She slowed down so that we could hear the message. She kissed my neck and moaned in my ear while I continued to push my finger into her tight asshole. It was Anna, thanking me for having the party, and that she was especially looking forward to Thursday.

I could hear the smile on her face when she whispered in my ear, "Three down, and one to go!" I could only laugh a second before she restarted. Within minutes, I was back and she had me moaning and yelling, "Here I come. Yes, Oh Yes!" I spewed my sperm into her, filling her pussy with the warm fluid she so desperately wanted from me.

She held my cock in her pussy, along with all my fluids, for as long as she could. She would rock back and forth, until gravity took over and I slid out. I was about to pull my fingers out too, but she stopped me. "If you must take them out, scoop up some of that cock nectar on those fingers and put them back in my ass."

I obeyed her orders and smeared as much of my spunk on my fingers as I could, then found my way back into her ass. "Yes, Jack. Good. Just finger me for a while. Yes, that's it."

I moved my fingers in and out of her asshole, alternating between deep and shallow strokes. She held me tightly, whispering in my ear "Oh, yes. Yes, Jack, deeper. Jack, try three fingers." She was loosening up quite a bit, so I slowly inched a third finger in her. She flinched slightly at first, but as I slithered them into her, she became accustomed to it and resumed moaning.

This was turning me on more and more. Unfortunately, I was losing the feeling in my legs. After sitting in that hard chair for some time, and with her weight directly on my legs, the circulation was being cut off. I wanted to continue with this woman, but if we stayed there much longer, I would be useless.

"Hey, Beck, let's move up to my bed, we'll be much more comfortable and have lots of room to move around."

"Not your bed. How about over there." She was referring to the den. "Sure, let's go."

She stood up and I felt the blood rush back into my legs and feet. As I stood, I had that familiar tingling feeling which made it difficult to walk. Luckily, she was busy getting something out of her purse while I stammered into the room. "How about right here," she said standing in almost the exact place that Angela and I had baptized this house.

"I want you to remember me when you use this room," she said as she sat down on the floor. If she only knew the amount of action this room has seen. I got down with her and we kissed. She rolled over on her stomach, "Finish what you started."

I placed a couple of throw pillows under her hips to raise her ass up. I positioned myself behind her, between her legs, "Beck, you have a gorgeous ass. Absolutely gorgeous." She gave it a little wiggle for me and cooed a thank you. Before I attacked her ass, I grabbed each cheek and squeezed them, parting them and then pressing them together. I bent over and gave each one a kiss.

I pushed my fingers back into her one at a time, until I had the three inside. At this angle, I could also get them in much farther, making her moan and writhe. "Oh God, Jack. Pump 'em. That's it, oh, oh, yes, go deep, yes, push, oh." I pumped her bum pretty hard, I thought I might be hurting her, but she loved it, pushing her ass back into my fingers.

With my other hand, I reached in and played with her clit. "Put you fingers in." I put two fingers into her pussy, and in unison, banged her bottom. She screamed out, clawing at the flooring, until she came. My cock was raging now, and I wanted to take her from behind. Before she could protest, I replaced my fingers in her twat with my cock. I kept my fingers in her ass as best I could, but when I pushed all the way home, she came again and, in the process, moved such that my fingers slid out.

"Jack?" "Mmmm, what?"

"Jack. You cock feels wonderful. But would you like to ... um, would you please fuck my ass? I've never had a big cock like yours in there."

"I've never done that before. Have you?" I admitted. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and leaned back on my heels. She turned on her side and looked at me, "Really? Never? It's okay. Yes, I did it before I met Eddy. I was traveling through Europe after I graduated from college and met a nice, handsome Greek boy. He was an animal," she said with a remembering smile. "He introduced me to it, and I've craved it ever since. Eddy thinks it is against human nature, so he wouldn't even try it." She stared, looking at no one, then said, "The way you were fingering me, I was hoping you could do it for me. I'll help you. Just take it slowly, and, here, let me put some of this on you."

She pulled out a tube of lubricating jelly from her purse. So that is what she was looking for. She squeezed some onto my cock and, not being ready for the coldness, I flinched. But when she spread it over the head and up and down he shaft with her soft hands, I relished it. She put some on my fingers as well, and then rolled over to bare her ass to me. "Put some in me too. Can't have too much, can we?"

After thoroughly lubricating her ass, I was ready. I placed my slippery cockhead against her eager rosebud and pushed. Having already loosened her up with my fingers, the head popped in easily. "Oh, yes, Jack. Yes! Now slowly, give me more. Slower Jack, that's it, very good. OH! Very GOOD, Jack!" As my dick began to disappear in her hole, she arched her back, pressed her ass into me and egged me on.

The deeper I got, the slower I had to go. I pulled back out and began the process over again, this time a bit quicker. After a few times, I was completely in, my balls were pressed against her labia. "This is tremendous, Beck!" "You're telling me!" she gushed. "Now fuck me. Go slow at first, but I want that meat hammering me, understand?"

I didn't bother replying, I just did it. With a sense of determination, I clobbered that bottom. She was groaning extremely loud and throwing her head back and forth. I held onto her hips, pulling her to me on each thrust and pushing with each withdrawal so that the next thrust would have more power.




Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 03



I felt something touching my balls, but thought nothing of it. When it became more pronounced, I looked down and saw that at each inward push, she was playing with the balls. I felt her tense up, as she neared orgasm, so I pushed into her as hard and as fast I my tired body could muster, holding it there. She detonated into a monumental orgasm, pressed my balls into her pussy in the process. The warmness of her wet slit and the softness of her fingers sent me to the mountaintop too. My cock throbbed and twitched as it expelled my jism. When my warm fluid filled her nether region, another wave hit her and she shuddered through it.

We collapsed on the floor and panted uncontrollably. I slipped myself out of her and rolled to her side, pulling her over to me and holding her. We cuddled there for some time, caressing each other, not talking. She broke the silence with a simple "Thank you, Jack. I will remember you, I think, forever." I gazed into her now softened eyes, and smiled. "Rebecca, I know I will remember you forever. Not only for this, but also for the woman I now know you to be. But, mostly for this."

She asked me "Are you going to tell the others we ... you know, did this?" I replied, probably a little to abruptly, "I don't think it's any of their business, do you?"

"Well, Anna did tell us all about you and her, and you and Irene." A little surprised that Anna would discuss it with the group, but then realized these women told each other everything, I said, "Anna shouldn't have said anything, but since she did, then there's not much I can do, is there? I'm not going to say anything to anyone, this is personal between you and I, not that I'm sorry this happened, on the contrary, I'm glad this happened. But for me to tell everyone, it would probably sound like I was bragging, rather than informing."

She looked at me with an almost grateful smile. "Thanks, but I think I need to do some bragging, if you don't mind." I laughed, "Brag away, Beck, brag away."

We stayed there for a while longer, and then she dressed and prepared to leave. I decided that my good-bye to her would be naked, so I left my clothes where I tossed them. She seemed to appreciate this, and gave my cock some nice strokes while we kissed farewell. Then she was gone.

I turned and returned to the den. I stood there a second, remembering what just took place and was pleased. I went to the spot and picked up the pillows that were underneath her. I carried them to the trashcan and threw them in. All covered in pussy juice and cum that leaked from her ass; I didn't think I could but my head on them again.

I poured myself a stiff drink and sat down to reflect on what was happening. I never really thought about bedding the foursome, but it seemed that I was going through them just the same. I enjoyed Irene and Anna immensely. They were good friends and terrific lovers, but should I add Sheryl, or leave things as they are. And if Sheryl knows about the other three and I do nothing, will she feel slighted or glad for not having to deal with it? Maybe if I just flirt with her, without any propositions. That might take care of it all.

Oh well, like I said, life is good! 



Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 04



As a reminder to you, my name is Jack. A few years back, I made a bundle from stock options I was granted for working for next to nothing for a start-up internet company. I got myself into shape and bought a house on a golf course. As a bonus, I sort of weaseled my way into a group of middle-aged women, better known around the club as the Fearsome Foursome, due to their abhorrent, and often dangerous, golfing skills. The ladies were very attractive and I was fortunate enough to have been seduced by three of them, Irene, Anna, and Rebecca, who had just recently moved away. The fourth was Sheryl. 

About six months had passed since Rebecca moved away. The sex with Irene and Anna was still incredible, when it occurred. There were some weeks that they couldn't meet, and there were others where we had it almost daily. Irene started to talk about counseling with her husband and Anna had mentioned that she met a nice guy who had taken her out on a few dates. I knew that, if these things worked out for them, we would not be sleeping together much longer. So I relished each time they came over.

Sheryl's daughter, Jessica, was graduating from college, and Sheryl and David were throwing her a party. I knew Jessica fairly well from being over at Sheryl's for various "foursome" functions. We liked to kid each other about our alma maters, since they were bitter rivals. I would tease her that when she finished with her "prep school", was she going to try to get a real education or go through life ignorant. Her reply was that, since my school was out in the country, she "had too many teeth to go there."

Her taste in boys irritated her parents to no end. I had to agree with them too. These guys looked like they never had seen a barber; much less a razor, and their clothes were three sizes too big. Style was an ever-changing beast, I guess.

But Jessica was incredibly intelligent. She was graduating with double majors in Education and Economics. Her ambition was to be a college professor, so she had her Masters and Doctorate ahead of her. I wish I had one-tenth of her brainpower.

Jessica also wasn't one to talk about herself; so most of what I knew about her personally, came from her parents. In high school, she was a star basketball player, but her height, or lack of it, prevented her from playing in college. Being a competitive athlete, she took up track and became an NCAA All-American. Being an athlete, the only things I ever saw her wearing were sweats, baggy t-shirts and minimal, if any, make-up. Not exactly the most feminine of looks.

For her graduation present, I needed something that would befit her mind and also be somewhat practical. I found an old text about the trade practices of the ancient Greeks and Romans, so that she could start her own personal library. For the practical side, I inserted four tickets to an upcoming concert inside the book and a couple bottles of some flavored rums on the side, so she could party with her friends later.

I am the type of person that if an invitation says 7 pm, I get there at 7 pm. If they wanted me there later, why didn't they put the time later? Must be a guy thing! And not having a woman to wait for, I was always on time. I was the first person to arrive and was met at the door by David, her husband. He escorted me into the den and offered me a drink.

David is a brilliant real estate developer and has strong political ties with the local and state authorities. He had been tutoring me, so to speak, on the intricacies of the real estate business and gave me pointers on handling some of my real estate investments. David would not be considered a "hunk" by women's standard. Standing at 5'7", he may top the scales at 135 soaking wet, has a beanpole frame, balding and glasses. However, David has an incredible sense of humor, a quick wit and a love of sports. He told me, while in college, he ran the statistics for the athletic department. Watching any game, he could spout off the stats on a player, team and coach. I liked David, as did most men, despite his appearance. Women did too; I guess they figured him to be harmless.

Guests began to arrive and I mingled around, meeting as many of David's associates and cronies as possible. It never hurts to get plugged into the system. I turned on the charm as best I could so that I would be remembered at a later date.

Sheryl came down looking spectacular, of course. Her dress was knee length, but what caught the men's eye was the fact that it revealed a lot of cleavage. The bra she wore must have been industrial strength to hold those puppies up like that. She made her way around the room saying her "hellos", and when she came to me, I was one of the fortunate few who received a hug.

I whispered in her ear "You look radiant tonight." She gave my hug a little squeeze, thanking me for my compliment. Having those beauties pressed into me was a real turn-on.

Sheryl got everyone's attention and then introduced Jessica, as she made her entrance. I really didn't have much interest in her arrival, since I already knew her, so I headed to the bar for a refill. While standing there, waiting for the person ahead of me to finish pouring his drink, I felt a hand on my back and "Hey stranger, make one for me too?"

I turned and nearly lost my breath. The woman in front of me was not the Jessica I knew. This one had her hair done; her make-up applied and was donning a beautiful tea length black dress. Taking a second to recover from the shock and another to take in this amazing sight, I spouted, "Who are you and what have you done with Jessica?" 

She laughed and said, "I know, not my normal attire is it? Mom made me. I wanted to wear something entirely different." 

I took her hands into mine, and taking a feigned legitimate look at her body, "Take my word for it Jessica, this look definitely works for you. You look gorgeous." Seeing a little blush, I added, "So what will you be having?" 

"Whatever you're drinking will be fine."

I poured our drinks and she escorted me out to the patio. Walking behind her, I got a great look at her ass and its swing. That athletic body poured into that dress made my loins ache with desire. Once outside, she found a place where we could talk. I took every opportunity to admire her too. Her breasts would never rival her mothers, but they were nice just the same.

I asked her, "So where's your boyfriend? I got the impression that you two were engaged to be engaged, or something like that." She gave me a sneer and said, "That asshole was a leach. He would have preferred to live off of my daddy's money or me than get anything for himself. Mom was right about him. She said I need to take a break from looking for men, and then the right one will come along." She paused a second and said, "So why aren't you married with a litter of kids?"

"Me?" I snickered. "I really haven't found the one for me yet. Maybe I am just too picky. It's tough finding someone that is interested in me rather than my money."

We talked for a while, and I found myself more and more captivated by her. She was not only beautiful, but also smart. There were relatively few subjects that she couldn't converse on, and when she couldn't, she listened. Just as it started to get interesting, her mother came over and told her to mingle with the guests. I stood as she walked away, watching her move through the crowd. I saw that Sheryl was giving me the eye, so I told her "That girl is going to be breaking some men's hearts." She nodded, still watching me watch her.

As the party ended, as usual, the foursome was the last ones there. I cornered Jessica and feeling like a schoolboy, asked her out for dinner and dancing. The time it took her to answer seemed like an eternity; although in reality was only a second or two. 

"I'd love to."

I left feeling rather good about myself. I thought maybe this relationship could work. But being the daughter of a friend, I would have to be a gentleman in every aspect of the word. This was going to be tough, since I haven't done that since I was living under my parent's roof, and even then only when they were watching.

The week seemed to drag. Anna and Irene both heard about the date and cancelled out on me, saying that I should be concentrating on Jessica. I argued that if I go on that date too horny, I might blow it, that they need to take care of my "needs". They didn't buy it, so I went the week without any.

The following day, David called to tell me that the lake house I had purchased as an investment was ready to close and that I needed to go out there to sign the last of the papers, and give them the money. I thought that I would take Jessica with me and have a little vacation too.

I arrived at Jessica's just before 7, so that we could grab something to eat before I made an ass of myself on the dance floor. David had left on a business trip, and would be gone for a minimum of 2 weeks. With Sheryl there, I invited Jessica to the lake for a few days while I handled the closing and get rid of the furniture that came with it.

"Oh Jack, I'd love to, but I have to work." Seeing my obvious disappointment, Jessica added, "Why not take Mom with you? She was an interior decorator in her early years, weren't you Mom?"

"Early years? Yes back in the Stone Age, I decorated all the caves! Jack, if you would like, I could help you find suitable furniture without breaking the bank." 

"That would be great. All my taste is in my mouth, so it will be nice to have a woman's touch. But no floral prints or pink, understand? We can leave Tuesday and if all goes well, we'll be back Thursday." Turning to Jessica, "Ready to go?"

As we left, I noticed that Sheryl was glad to be useful. She told us she would start hunting the Internet for some ideas and bargains.

Dinner was uneventful. We talked a lot about the house and that she was really sorry she couldn't come with me. We would have been able to get to know each other a lot better being alone. I noticed a little innuendo in that last statement, but let it slide.

She was one hell of a good dancer. A good dirty dancer! She made sure every guy in the house was looking her way when she would spin around, gyrate or otherwise grind herself into me. And the way Jessica was dressed insured that they did look. She had on a loose fitting white blouse that was tied at the bottom and showed her belly button. The black stretch pants left nothing to the imagination, except maybe whether she was wearing underwear or not. The open toed heels capped off the outfit. If she weren't with me, I would have been most likely hitting on her, big time.

We drank and danced until almost 2 am, when a slow song came on. She put her arms around my neck, pulled herself close to me and put her head on my chest. I could feel her chest pressing into me as she breathed heavily after the wild dance beforehand. I put my hands just above her ass, and with her shirt tied up, I was able to caress her skin.

Apparently, she liked it. I felt Jessica press her groin into my thigh. Wanting to see how far I could take it, I pushed back. She looked up into my eyes, smiled and pressed again, this time sliding downward slightly so she could rub her clit against my leg. I smiled and let her continue, as I rubbed her back and occasionally letting my fingertips slide under her waistband.

The song ended way too soon for me. For Jessica, it ended right on time. "Let's get out of here, ok?" "Sure!"

We drove home with the top down, letting the cool night air give us a second wind. It also made Jessica's nipples erect and protrude against the silky fabric. Jessica never said anything about the last dance, nor did she make any advances toward me or give me any indication she wanted me to make any myself. Maybe Jessica is just a tease, or at best, a flirt.

I walked her up to her door and as I stopped to say goodnight, she took my hand and pulled me inside with her. "Take a seat, while I get us something to drink." Ok, maybe she's not a tease, but a temptress. The difference? One you end up fucking.

She came back with two glasses and a bottle of her dad's wine. She filled the glasses, handed me one and toasted, "To a wonderful date...that's not over yet." She added the last part with a little giggle. Taking a big swig, she put her glass on the coffee table, then took mine and placed it next to hers. She took my face in her hands and pulled me towards hers. When I was close enough, she wrapped my neck in her arms and gave me an incredibly deep kiss. Her tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth hungrily.

Surprised, I let her do what she wanted. Then I pulled her close to me, running my hands up and down her back. As our passion grew, I put one hand on her firm ass cheek and the other up under her blouse, near the clasp of her bra. In her enthusiasm, she threw her leg outward to reposition herself, and she kicked the coffee table. Luckily the glasses and the bottle didn't tip over, put it did make a rather loud clanking noise.

We stopped to listen if we had woken Sheryl, but heard nothing from upstairs. At least not right then. Jessica giggled and looked me in the eyes, "Where were we? Oh yea, your hands were here and here and mine were about to do this." She placed my hands back on her ass and back and she began to unbutton my shirt.

I kissed her gently as she undid each button. I squeezed her ass and pulled her leg over mine so that she was straddling my lap. Her hands finished unbuttoning my shirt. She ran her fingers over my chest and tweaked my nipples, getting them erect too. I slide my hands up her waist and took both of her firm tits in my hands. As I massaged them, she untied the bottom of the blouse. Once done, she unbuttoned her blouse, slowly. She slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her. She pressed her tits into my hands as she unclasped her bra. She then, leaned back, took my hands off her tits so that I would have an unobstructed view, and pulled the bra off.

They were magnificent. They were so firm, they barely moved when the bra came off. Her areolas were large and a deep pink with stiff, protruding nipples. My cock was pulsating inside my pants.

"You are so sexy, Jess. Words fail me."

"Actions speak louder than words, Jack."

I pulled her tits to my face and began to ravage them. When I was squeezing one, I was kissing and sucking the other, alternating back and forth. She held my head to her breast, grinding her crotch into the bulge in my lap, and moaning lightly. I thought I heard her gasp, but it seemed to come from the other side of the room.

Not wanting to alarm Jessica, I slyly took a peek and saw Sheryl on the stairs watching. I thought it might be embarrassing for them both, so I said nothing.

"You need some release, don't you Jack?" I could only nod, since my mouth was full of titty. With one hand she reached down and unbuckled my pants. My cock, needing an avenue of escape from my boxers, took the route down my leg. Jessica had to get off my lap to pull my pants down. As she did, she took my boxers with them, leaving me practically naked on the couch. With nothing to bind my dick, it sprang straight up, like a flagpole.

"My God, Jack. Oh my God. It's...It's..."

Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. I glanced over at Sheryl and her reaction was much the same. Her hands were rubbing her massive tits aggressively.

Jessica knelt on the floor between my legs, her hands moving up and down my inner thighs, getting closer to my raging prick. I alternatively watched Jessica and Sheryl gawk at my missile, and enjoyed it.

Jessica reached up and took my cock in both her hands, sliding them up my thick shaft to my engorged mushroom head. A bead of pre-cum had already formed, so, using her forefinger, smeared it around the head. I moaned softly, but loud enough for Sheryl to hear and know that her little girl was pleasuring me.

"Ooh! That feels so good!"

She continued to stroke my meat, but she slowly brought her face closer to it, breathing in its musky scent. She kissed it softly before leaning her body totally forward, putting my cock between her beautiful tits. 

She tried to wrap them around my cock, but was having trouble. I took her mounds in my hands and, when she pushed my dick into her cleavage, I squeezed them together. She sighed and as I pumped my cock up and down, she licked the head as it came close to her face.

I glanced over to where Sheryl was "hiding", and saw that her hands were no long visible over her nightgown. One was obviously underneath, groping her tit, while the other appeared to be between her legs.

I felt myself about to lose control but wanted this show to last a lot longer. I lifted Jessica off of me. "Stand up. We need to get those pants off of you." She did what she was told, but, before she did, she gave the head of my cock a big wet lick.

Standing in front of me, I rubbed my hands along her firm, shapely legs. She started to remove her stretch pants herself and got them over her hips before I finished pulling them the rest of the way off. I went back to her legs, caressing her smooth skin and taking in her scent of arousal. I leaned forward and kissed her belly, wrapping my arms around her legs and putting my hands up under her panties on her taut ass cheeks. She placed her hands on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

I leaned back to admire her sexy body. She reached back and took one hand away from her ass and placed my palm on her mons. She held it there a second or two and then guided it to get the heel of my hand against her pelvic bone. I moved my thumb down over her clit, eliciting a grateful "oooh".

I could feel the wetness forming on her panties. I pressed my thumb firmly into her swollen nub and wiggled it quickly. She gasped at the sudden new sensation. She pulled her panties down slightly. I got the hint and finished the job.

I put my thumb back on her clit, put my free hand back on her ass and my face was in her belly, kissing slowly down towards her pussy. I kneaded her ass cheeks in rhythm with her clit until my mouth was kissing her pubics.

"Yes, Jack. Yes!" She was on the edge now. I increased the pressure on her clit and slid my fingers from her ass down her crack to her rosebud asshole. When I touched it, her ass muscles tightened up and basically held my fingers prisoner between them. 

Faster and harder I went on her clit. "God, Jack, yes, yes, oh, OH, OH!" Her body began to shudder and an orgasm stormed through her. I continued rubbing her clit, hoping to prolong it, but as it subsided some, she stepped back out of reach, panting.

I leaned back in the seat, my cock reaching for the ceiling. I smiled at her, and glancing over to Sheryl, noticed that her hand between her legs was moving rapidly back and forth, obviously pumping her fingers into herself.

Jessica walked toward me with a look of passionate determination. "Make love to me, Jack. I want you!"

"I want nothing more than to do just that, but I can't do that in your folks house. I don't think it would be right. We can do anything else, but we should wait for a more private place, we might wake up you mom." 

"Jack, please. I will be quiet. I promise."

"That's just it, the first time I make love to you, I don't want you to have to be quiet. I want to you to let loose, be the passionate woman I know you are." I stood up and took her in my arms. "You're so beautiful; I want it to be special. You understand, don't you?"

"I guess so. But I need more, I want your cum...any way I can get it." I smiled at her, kissed her softly, but ardently on the lips. I began to get on the floor, on my back. "I want your cum too. I want to feel you cum with my dick in your mouth." I positioned myself so that Sheryl would get an excellent view of my cock and also see what I would be doing to her daughter's pussy.




Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 04



Jess eyed me curiously for a second and then realized what I was doing, and wanted. She straddled my head and lowered herself down to my eager mouth, moving her hips slowly so that her pussy lips and my tongue were barely touching, eliciting a cooing sound from her. She took my stiff cock in her hands and stroked it softly, rubbing the head back and forth across her cheeks and mouth. Almost as if we were reading each other's mind, simultaneously we dove hungrily into each other.

My dick disappeared into her mouth, her tongue magically finding every sensitive spot my cock had. Her head began to bob up and down, my thickness stretching her mouth to its limits. When her jaw began to ache, she would lick the shaft like a lollipop or just take the head in and flick her tongue across the tip. Her soft, silky smooth hands glided up and down, stopping only to caress my balls.

Her pussy was drenched and I was licking her juices excitedly. My hands at first were on her hips and thighs, enjoying her firm muscular legs. But as she became more aroused, her gyrating became more pronounced and made it difficult for me to concentrate on one area of her pussy. I moved my hands to her ass cheeks and pulled her into my face, slowing her gyrating. I sucked her lips into my mouth, holding her ass firmly as she tried to buck wildly. I could hear, and feel, her muffled moans, encouraging me to continue. I began to alternate between sucking her pussy and pushing my tongue into her juicy depths. As I darted my tongue in and out of her, rather than fight my firm hold onto her, she pushed herself down onto my face, almost cutting off my breathing.

I knew she was very close to orgasm, as was I, and I wanted hers to be big. I moved my lips to cover her swollen clit, but not touching it. I let my tongue lightly brush across it and she jolted suddenly and moaned. I touched it again and she pressed down onto me wanting more. I held her ass strongly and sucked her clit hard into my mouth. She threw her head back, my cock coming out of her mouth, and moaned loudly. She groaned out an "Oh yes!" before taking my cock back between her lips.

That loud moan and groan reminded me that Sheryl was still watching. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see if she was in fact still there, and she was. I couldn't see her hands because they were beneath her nightgown, but I could see that her arms were moving in such a way that it was obvious she was masturbating. Her mouth was open, panting maybe, or fighting a silent scream. I wanted both to cum now, one I would watch and the other I would taste. I sucked Jess's clit again, but this time I moved one finger into her pussy and another to her ass hole. After having Rebecca's ass, I wanted to enjoy that aspect more often. Jessica couldn't control herself any longer. She took my cock into her mouth as far as she could and began to shudder and shake. Her screams stifled by my cock, the vibrations bringing me closer to my own orgasm. Her pussy juices flowed over my face and into my mouth.... she tasted so, so good, I didn't want it to end. I looked over to Sheryl and saw her begin to shake as well. Her head back and shoulders quivering meant that she too was in the throes of an orgasm. I sucked hard again on that ripe pussy, trying to get another orgasmic eruption. I was rewarded seconds later with one that pushed me over the edge. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and covered as much of her pussy as I could; I was rewarded with all of her vaginal liquid in my mouth. I could feel her moans on my cock and my balls tightened. I felt my own orgasm swelling up within as I too began to shake. She could tell I was ready to explode as she readied herself for the onslaught. I felt my cum traveling up my cock as it began to pulsate and spew my own juices into her very receptive mouth.

She gulped and swallowed as fast as she could, having to have only the head in her mouth to make room for the liquid gold. With each swallow, I replaced it with a new load. I felt like it was never going to end, but sadly, it did. Exhausted, I relaxed my head back and held her tightly just as she was. She slowly licked and slurped up any cum that escaped her mouth. Once finished, she rolled off, and turned to lie next to me in my arms. We kissed lightly, holding each other and enjoying the euphoria of some great oral sex.

Suddenly she sat up. "We need more wine, come on." She stood up and started heading for the kitchen. I followed, but knowing Sheryl was nearby, I took my time, even stopped near where she was hiding, so that she could get a good close-up view of my cock. When I was sure she got an eyeful, I went into the kitchen to join Jess. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, grinding myself into her. I was hoping to make just enough noise to allow Sheryl to make her escape. After a few minutes of that, I led Jessica back out to the living room. We played with each other, kissed and sucked a little more and finished the bottle of wine. I knew she had an early morning, so I kissed her passionately, got dressed and went home a very contented young man, knowing full well that I would be fucking at least one of them, Mom or daughter, very, very soon.

At our Monday golf outing I was a bit nervous about Sheryl. Would she treat me differently? Well, I had to get past it and act as if she saw nothing. I was paired with Anna, which was nice because she always let me rub her pussy between holes. It did nothing for my golf game, but it sure as hell put me in a better mood.

The men in the locker room knew I played golf with them and they kept on me to try to help these women improve their game, if not for the sake of the women's enjoyment of golf but also for the shear safety of all the others out there on the course. So today I took it upon myself to offer up gentle suggestions, gentle being the operative word here.

We were on the back nine, and Sheryl hit a shot that hit a tree and landed on the green 2 feet from the hole. Unfortunately, it was the green for the front nine and she nearly castrated poor Mister Barker who was in the process of putting. I jumped out of the cart and went up to the tee box where Sheryl was standing. I put a new ball on the tee and told her to try again, but let me help her. Amazingly, she was amenable and I stood behind her to check her stance and swing. She took a few practice swings and I saw immediately what her problem was.

I stepped up behind her, wrapped my arms around her and gripped the club with her. Startled, she said, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Shut up, Sheryl. I'm showing you how to swing a golf club so you won't send another golfer running and screaming from the course."

"Ok, fine...asshole!" She added "asshole" with a smile.

Testy, isn't she? "Just let me lead, ok?"

I brought the club back to the optimum height and then brought it back down, complete with a good follow through. We did it a few times. Her swing not only included her arms and upper body, but she also wiggled her ass too. With me behind her, when she swung, her ass was right up against my dick. Now between my playing with Anna's pussy and Sheryl's wiggling ass, my cock was beginning to come alive.

After the fourth swing, Sheryl whispered, "I think I've got it now, because I think you're enjoying this too much."

As I stepped back, she turned and instinctively her eyes dropped to my crotch. There definitely was a bulge, but thankfully her little comment deflated it a bit. I blushed and told her to go ahead and swing away. Happily, the ball didn't travel as far as it usually did, but it was still in the fairway.

I figured that for the rest of the round, she would be fine and not need any more "pointers". But on the next hole, she looked and me and said "Aren't you going to help me?" Surprised, I went up and took my position again. This time she didn't wait for the swing to wiggle her ass; she did it almost as soon as I got there. She did this on each of the remaining holes. My cock was getting to be like Pavlov's dog, each time she set up to take a shot, it would start twitching in anticipation of that ass wiggle.

Lunch wasn't much better. We were seated at a table that was really too small for a group of four. So we had to sit rather close together. Sheryl maneuvered herself next to me and made it a point to brush her leg up against mine and lean into me when she spoke to me, so I not only got a whiff of her recently applied perfume, but a soft tit against my arm.

By now I was in desperate need of relief. While the ladies ate and chatted, I devoured my lunch, chugged my beer and excused myself with the explanation that I had to get ready for my trip to the lake the next morning, which was true. As I was leaving I noticed Nancy, my last new triumph, across the room. Maybe she could drop by and alleviate some of my frustrations. I headed straight to her table. She was sitting alone at the moment so I had to hurry, because I knew someone would end up joining her soon.

"Hey, Nancy. How did you hit them today?"

"Jack!", she beamed. "I hit them quite often, frankly." We both laughed, as that was the typical reply when the score was poor.

"That's why we drink afterward! Say, you have any plans this afternoon? I thought we could get together and discuss.... unfinished business." I gave her a big smile and a wink at the last part.

"Oh, Jack, I wish I could, really. I mean, really! But I have appointments all day today. How about tomorrow? I'm free all day tomorrow and would love to 'finish the business'!" 

"Damn, I am out of town through the end of the week." I gave her a playful pout and added, "Would you mind if I gave you a call?"

"I'd love that. But not at my home number, please. Here's my cell number. Leave a message if I don't pick up, please!" She scribbled her number down on a napkin and handed it to me, slowly dragging her fingers across mine at the exchange. I was definitely going to be using this number in the near future.

Just then, one of her friends came up and sat down, practically ignoring me except for the slight look of contempt for me on her face.

"I will, I definitely will! Well, I better let you get back to your lunch. Well, hello Linda, it's always a pleasure to see your dazzling smile; it just brightens up my day. Bye ladies."

Nancy gave me one of those looks that my mother always gave me when I was rude, but I could also see she was trying to suppress a laugh. I left the club and drove home, making mental notes of everything I needed to take care of before I left. 

Tuesday morning could not come soon enough. I had gathered all the necessary documents for the closing. I arrived at Sheryl's a few minutes early so that I could load her stuff in the car while she did any of her last minute primping that women always have to do right before walking out the door. She had her bag on the stoop already and a box of catalogs etc. that we could look at in deciding what type of decorating I would like. I tossed her bag in the trunk and put the box on the back seat in case she wanted to look at them while we drove.

Amazingly, she was all ready to go. Also amazing was what she was wearing. She had on this bright yellow halter-top that fit her very well. The fabric clung to her tits and really left nothing about them to the imagination. I could practically see through it. With this top, no bra could be worn. Her shorts were fitted, no panty line could be noticed, and I was definitely looking. The shorts accentuated her round ass and each cheek was well defined. She wore open-toed sandals, showing off a newly acquired pedicure. Her hair and make-up were applied impeccably too. In my present state of "blue-ball-ness", this could be a very look trip if I couldn't get her into bed.

She gave me a little peck on the cheek, letting those big beauties brush up against me. She climbed into the passenger seat and buckled herself up. She asked if I could put the top down for the drive, since it was such a nice day. As I raised the top and prepared it for the drive, I couldn't help but look at her, sitting there with her legs crossed sexily and running her hands through her hair. I wondered if she was oblivious to what she was doing to me or if this was all some grand scheme to teach me some sort of lesson women like to do to men. Oh well, it was only a few days and I still had "Rosie Palm and her five sisters" if it got too much.

The drive there was uneventful. However, she looked absolutely radiant with the wind blowing in her hair, the cool air making those nipples even more erect and every time she wanted to make a point in the conversation, she would pat my thigh. We arrived in good time since there wasn't any traffic. I had her drop me off at the title company's office for the closing and she could take the car and scout out some stores for more ideas. 

I did the walk-through of the house and the closing went smoothly; I was out of there in a few hours. The house was actually only about 10 blocks from the office, so I decided to take a walk to get myself acclimated to the area. I found a little liquor store along the way, so I dropped in a bought a nice bottle of champagne and bottle of Tequila for some celebrating. 

When I got back to the house, I found Sheryl sitting out on the boat dock, watching the sunset. I put the champagne in the refrigerator to cool, made us a pitcher of margaritas on the rocks and joined her.

"This is so peaceful, so relaxing, I could just stay her all night," sighed Sheryl. I looked at her and she did have that look of contentment, of being at ease and all the stresses of her real world were gone. It was a bit reassuring that she was so comfortable being alone with me, and to be honest, a bit of a turn on too. She now had a special glow, or radiance, that made her more beautiful to me. We sat on the dock, sipping our drinks in silence, watching the sun fall below the tree line on the other side of the lake.

Once the sun set, we were rather surprised at how much we had drunk when we stood up. Actually she stood up. I only got halfway before I lost my balance and fell into the water. After we laughed ourselves silly, I climbed out and we made our way back to the house. 

I went upstairs to change while she readied dinner. I put on a pair of shorts and my favorite Hawaiian shirt and headed for the kitchen and another margarita. She handed me the steaks to be grilled and she went to change herself, claiming something about feeling gross in the same outfit all day. I just nodded knowing full well it was useless to argue with a woman regarding her attire.

Just as I pulled the steaks off the grill, she emerged in a red sundress that nearly took my breath away. It highlighted her skin complexion; the spaghetti straps were loose enough that it covered just enough of her breasts so that her nipples were not exposed. I was awestruck.

"Sheryl...you look.... fabulous. Really... fabulous. Wow." She smiled at me, obviously happy at getting the reaction that I gave her. I was either in for a long night of fun or one of total frustration. 

We sat down to eat and the topic of discussion centered mostly on the furniture she had found and other decorating ideas for the house. I was truly impressed by her knowledge on the subject and found myself actually paying attention to what she was saying rather than what I was seeing. The most impressive thing is that she understood my tastes and was not going to make this into her little show house, but also not into a frat house either. 

I agreed with everything she suggested and we retired to the den for some music and to break open the champagne. I popped open the bottle and the cork flew across the room and hit the only lamp in the room, knocking it over and breaking the bulb. Plunged into darkness, we scrounged around the place looking for candles, laughing at my "suave and debonair" manner. Finding a few half-burnt candles in the kitchen, we lit them and settled into the small sofa together.

As we drank, the mood soon changed from that of silliness. I couldn't help but admire her body. The more I ogled her, the hornier I got. I soon was feeling my cock grow down my leg and out the pants leg of my boxers and shorts. Sheryl knew I was looking at her, even in the dim candlelit room. Then I saw her eyes look down and grow wider. She saw it. What was going to be her reaction? Would she bolt? Would she get pissed off and yell at me? Would she get excited like she was when I was with Jessica? I hoped for the latter. 

But she just stared at it. Stared and said nothing, did nothing. I guess it was up to me to break the ice. I leaned over to her and softly whispered in her ear, "Go ahead and touch it. It's ok, I want you to." 

Her gaze went up to my face, "I shouldn't. I'm married and you and Jessica..." 

"You want to do it. I know you do. You wouldn't have been dressing the way you've been dressing or flirting with me unless you wanted me to notice. And as for Jessie and me, well, she has a lot of school left and I don't want to put any kind of hold on her that would be unrealistic. If after she's done with school and we still feel the same, then we will see, but until that time, we both agreed to have fun together and let the chips fall where they may. Sheryl, I'm not going to force you, but I have to tell you, I want you...I want you bad. Sheryl, touch it." 

Her eyes slowly went back to my very hard cock. I put my arm around her shoulder, softly caressing her silky skin and in the process, easing the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Her hand slowly reached for my knee, then to my inner thigh and stopped just inches from my engorged purple helmet. With my other hand, I eased the other dress strap off her shoulder. Her large tits held the dress up, but all it would take would be a little tug and they would be free.

She looked back at my face and I gave her a little kiss on the lips. She sighed and kissed me again, this time a little harder. All at once, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and let her hand travel the final few inches. I moaned as I enveloped her in my arms and felt my cock grow under her touch.

I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster, letting her know that my lust for her was truly as intense as I had said. Although with my cock in her hand, she surely knew that already. She broke our kiss and pushed me back. "I have a fantasy I want to fulfill first. I want to experience your cock first before you experience me, ok?" I nodded as she pushed me back against the arm of the sofa.

Her one hand was rubbing the length of my cock while the other played with the exposed head. I instinctively raised my hips with each stroke and I hoped she would hurry and pull off my shorts. But no, she was taking her time, rubbing the shaft, pulling the shorts leg up each time exposing more and more. I could only lean my head back and moan.

Finally with amazing skill, she pulled my shorts and boxers down to my knees just as I had raised my hips again. My cock sprang up, literally slapped me in the belly. She gave a little gasp, finally getting a close up look at my full size. Using both hands, she began to stroke my shaft, play with my balls and tease my pre-cum soaked head.

She leaned in slowly, gave the head a small kiss and a ice cream cone lick, then raising up with a "Mmmm!" I knew I had given her control of the situation, but that was only going to be temporary. Once I got my cock into her, she would be mine, completely. I pushed my shorts and boxers the rest of the way off so that I could spread my legs wider to give her better access.

She leaned back in and again kissed and licked the head, then traveled down the shaft to my balls to kiss and lick them as well. "These balls are nice and full, Jack. Have you been saving yourself for me?"




Conquering the Fearsome Foursome Ch. 04



"Let's say I was hoping you would want some of it." She didn't need to know I couldn't get anyone over to take care of that.

She smiled and went back to my cock. Finally, she put the head in her mouth, whipping her tongue over the sensitive tip and then down around the crown. I had this huge urge to push upward into her but suppressed it as much as possible. She slowly worked her mouth down the shaft, her mouth stretching to accommodate me. I moaned loudly as my head hit the back of her throat and she gave my balls a little squeeze. She held it there a second or two and then started pulling it out. She let the head out with a little pop and licked her lips with some satisfaction. "I want that cum, Jack. I want you to shoot it down my throat. Can you do that for me?"

"Sheryl, if you want it, you're welcome to it, but you have to get it out," I said with a smile.

"I think I can handle that." With that, she was on my dick like a starved animal. She took my meat in both her hands and fed it to herself in one swift motion. Her head went down and I felt the back of her throat again. She slowly pulled it out, sucking on it her head rose, and then opening up again and putting it in as far as it would go. While she did this, she was humming softly to create some vibration, which was in incredible sensation. I could also feel her tits against my thighs and when she rose up, if she leaned forward, they would brush against my balls. I was in heaven and I was definitely getting close to exploding.

"Oh, Sheryl. That feels incredible. You ... are definitely... very talented ... at this! Oh, oh, yes. Mmmm! I can't wait ... to do this...to you! I'm cumming now, Sheryl! Oh, oh, ooooooh!"

I shot a load into her like I had never done before. Luckily, she pulled back a bit so that there was some room in her mouth for the cum. She swallowed as fast as she could but some did trickle out the side of her mouth and down my shaft to my balls. When my cock finally ceased throbbing and oozing cum, she began a slow and sexy "cleanup" of my cock and balls. She licked and slurped it all up without saying a word. 

When she was sure she got it all, she looked up at me and said, "I have fantasized about this cock for a long time, Jack. I kept hearing about you," looking at my deflating cock, "and your cock from the others. I wondered if you were going to get to me, or if you would even want me. But I did want to know firsthand what they were talking about. So when you let me come with you here, I knew that this would be my chance. I hope I didn't disappoint you."

Still trying to catch my breath, I could only look at her, not believing my ears. Finally I said, "You're kidding me, right? I never really had any intention of being with any of the others, it all just happened by chance. But to be honest, if I was going to have designed a plan, I would most certainly have started with you. Not that you'd have been the easiest but because you are the one I find the most attractive, the one that turns me on the most. And I meant what I said earlier too. I can't wait to do to you everything you want me to do...and more. As for disappointing me, not yet."

She smiled and stood up in front of me. She reached behind her back and pulled the zipper down. The dress fell away before she finished. I couldn't believe my eyes. Her tits were more glorious than I had ever imagined. I pulled her down onto my lap, her legs straddling mine. "Do you like them Jack?"

"Sheryl, they're magnificent!" They were like large cantaloupes with areolas the size of small pancakes and nipples the size of marbles. I took each one in a hand and lifted them, weighing them. They were full and heavy and I was "in lust". I squeezed them softly but she said "Squeeze them like you mean it, Jack. I love them to be handled like that!" I gave them a hard squeeze and she moaned. I pulled her closer to me and put one of those nipples into my mouth and sucked. She pressed forward and my entire face was ensconced in titty flesh. When I needed to breath, I pushed on her tits, took a deep breath and moved my face in between those puppies. With those two melons on either side of my face, I licked her cleavage, squeezing her tits together and worked my way out.

While my hands and face were busy with her massive tits, my cock was coming back to life. As it grew, it began to rise up against her crotch. She soon felt my boner against her panty-covered pussy. She began to grind her pussy into my erection while I had her tits pushed together so that I could suck both nipples at once. I loved doing that to women with large enough tits to accomplish it. She was simply going crazy.

"Damn it, Jack, I need it now. My pussy's aching for some real attention."

I pulled away from her tits and looked her in the eyes. There it was, her basic animalistic desire to be taken by a man. I picked her up in my arms and carried her up to the bedroom. She looked even sexier in my arms, her tits jiggling with each step, her soft moans of anticipation, getting me more excited.

I placed her on the old oak bed. It was without doubt sturdy enough to handle our fucking tonight. I pulled off my shirt and climbed between her legs, enjoying the soft curves of her calves and thighs, right up to her hips and waist. I reached for her panties and slid them slowly down her legs, reveling in the softness of her skin. I tossed them over my shoulder as she spread her legs wide for me. Her pussy was neatly trimmed with a small tuft of hair above her clit. The lips were already swollen with excitement as she reached out to me with her hands. I leaned in and she cupped my face in her hands, pulling me down on top of her to a very passionate kiss. I held her tightly as our bodies melded together. My cock was tightly pressed between our bellies and my balls hung below her cunt. Her legs wrapped around my waste and we ground our pelvises into one another, moaning through our kisses.

I finally broke the kiss and said, "I have to taste you, Sheryl. I need to taste you."

I slowly kissed my way down her body. She unclasped her legs and lay spread open for my lips and tongue. I kissed her ears and jaw, down her soft scented neck, over her mountainous breasts and her ticklish belly. As I lowered myself, I let my cock drag across her body as well. As luck would have it, it actually found a path through her pubic hair and across her clit. When it touch her there, she let out a loud moan and said "Hurry and fuck me Jack. I can't wait much longer for that cock of yours." The control was swinging my way.

I stopped and took a second to savor her scent, but only a second. I darted my tongue out and stabbed her inflamed clit causing her to jolt and moan. Again I pushed my tongue against it but this time I held it firm. I then sucked it into my mouth, rubbing my tongue over it quickly. I was not going to eat her slowly; I didn't want to tease her, at least not yet. I released her clit from my mouth. I raised her legs up to her ample chest so that I could have better access to not only her pussy, but her asshole as well. I pushed my tongue in between her wet pussy lips and tickled her hole.

Her head was rolling from side to side, moaning louder and louder. I knew an orgasm had to be approaching, and I wanted it to be intense. I sucked her delicate pussy lips into my mouth, licking them as fast as my tongue could go, then released them and did the same to her clit. Alternating back and forth between the lips and the clit sent her into oblivion. Her moans became a scream, and then total silence and her body began to shake out of control. I had to wrap my arms around her legs to remain in contact with her. She finally was able to catch her breath, but not before the shaking ended. "Jack.... Jack, don't. ...don't stop.... please!" 

Rather than continue exactly as before, I just used the flat of my tongue and licked up all the juices her pussy was emitting. "Mmmm," I moaned into her snatch. My cock was aching for some attention as well, so I was going to bring her to another big "O" before I fucked her.

I inserted first one finger into her warm pussy, wiggled it around searching for her g-spot. I noticed her breathing changed and began concentrating on that one spot. Her hips began to gyrate slightly, fucking my finger and my mouth. I inserted another finger and continued to rub. "Ohhhhhhh, yes... oh, yes. That's it, Jack, right there, yes, Yes, YES!"

I quickened my pace on her clit with my tongue; while at the same time rubbed her 'spot'. I put my other hand on her ass, sliding a finger across her asshole, tickling it softly. Her breathing became short moans, one hand holding the back of my head to her and the other clawing at the bed sheets. "Yes, oh shit Jack, yes. Oh that feels soooo goood. I'm...I'm cumming...oh, oh, oh nnnnnnnnnnnn ahhhh! Her body again began to shake as my face and fingers were soon covered with her juices. I lightly kissed her pussy and pulled my fingers out to let her calm down. I looked up toward her head but could only see her massive tits rising and falling with each breath.

I sat back on my heels and watched her relax, her legs still spread wide, her pussy now soaking wet with her own juice. My cock was sticking straight out, eager to get into the action. She opened her eyes and saw me watching her. She smiled a sweet satisfied smile then let her eyes wander down to my cock. Those eyes went from sweet to desire. She reached out and took my cock in her hand, "Now Jack! Fuck me now!"

I leaned forward, letting her guide my missile to her target. When my cock head touched her pussy, her eyes widened as well as her smile. "Is this what we've been waiting for, Jack?"

I gave a little thrust forward, pushing the head inside. She arched her back and moaned, "Hold it right there, let me get used to it. Ok, give it to me." She released my cock and put them around my neck, pulling me down on top of her.

I pushed into her slowly, letting her pussy acclimate itself to the invasion. I slid in and then pulled out to the head, then back in a little farther and out again. Each inward push elicited a soft groan, which I assumed was both pleasure and pain. I was finally balls deep and her legs wrapped around my waist tightly, her arms still tight around my neck, making my mobility difficult. Then she loosened her "grip", letting me begin a slow stroke. I wanted to enjoy her body before I began pounding into her.

Her tits were crushed against my chest and her lips were covering my face, neck and ears, before settling on a passion lip lock. Her pussy muscles were gripping my shaft with each stroke. I was in heaven, she felt so good. She caressed my back lightly with her fingertips, then going down to my ass. She would arch her back, pushing her tits harder into my chest and gyrate her hips so my cock made contact in the right places.

I knew I was not going to last long if I let this go on. I pulled my cock out as far as I could and gave her short 'mini-thrusts'. She seemed to enjoy it and when I thought she was getting in a groove; I plunged into her as hard as I could. She whelped and groaned and I began pounding into her. She threw her head back, her legs went into the air and she accepted each push with delight. "Give it to me, Jack. Give it all to me. Don't hold back!"

I slid my hands under her back and up to her shoulders to hold her still. As I pounded her, she was slowly moving toward the headboard. A few more thrusts and her head would've been through the wall. I looked down at her as I hammered into her. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was wide open, panting. She was close and I wanted another orgasm from her. I reached between us and began mauling her tit and pinching her nipple. She looked up at me and with incredible power, rolled me over and was now riding me. "Pinch both of them."

I grabbed both tits and began pulling and pinching her nipples while she rode me like a wild bronco. She suddenly slammed herself down onto my cock, the tip hitting her cervix, and began her orgasmic shake. This one was really erotic because now her tits were hanging down over me and shaking as well. That was all I could take. My balls tightened up and my cock started to throb. Although most of my cum was shot earlier, I had more than enough left. My first shot occurred just as her orgasm was ending. When she felt the warm jism hit her pussy wall, she started a new one. This was one of the most intensely orgasmic women I have ever been with, and I loved every minute of it.

She collapsed on my chest and we lay there panting, trying to catch our breath, but holding onto each other as well.

"That was incredible, Sheryl. Absolutely incredible!"

"You ...too!"

She put her head on my shoulder and we stayed in that position until she fell asleep. I rolled her off gently, pulled the covers over her and went downstairs to blow out candles and lock the doors. I brought the champagne back upstairs so that we could drink it later if she woke up. When I got back into the room, she was awake, her hair brushed and make-up re-applied, sitting there with the sheets just covering her nipples.

"Come back to bed, Jack. We're far from finished."

We sucked and fucked into the wee hours of the morning in as many positions as we could think of, some of them very uncomfortable too. As a matter of fact, we fucked the rest of the time we were there, never really getting to the stores to buy furniture. 

The drive home however was different. I won't bore you with the detailed conversation, mainly because it's boring, but the gist was that she was still in love with her husband and I could only screw that up. I would always be a part of the "foursome", but I needed to find someone outside the group to have a sexual relationship with, whether it is Jessica or someone else.

Of course, I had to agree because she was probably right (note I said probably). When I dropped her off at her house, she gave me a very nice kiss and just before she closed the door, she flashed me one of her tits.

I got back into my car and thought of the women I could call. Jessica was young and very sexual, but so was Nancy, and she had experience. Hmmmm. My decision finally made, I picked up my cell phone and dialed.

"Hey, it's me, Jack. Busy?"