Storiesonline.net ------- Door-to-Door Salesman by Chowhound99 Copyright© 2002 by Chowhound99 ------- Description: A young teen begins the life of a salesman, and gets taught much about life. He learns saleswomen are excellent teachers, and housewives are lonely and bored and very educational. Codes: MF Mf cons reluc oral anal fist beast ------- ------- Introduction This story is set shortly before JFK became president, during an era where women were homemakers. Women went to school, graduated, married their sweethearts, and raised children. Outside employment consisted of a Tupperware or Stanley party, and the more daring, an occasional lingerie party. Something else to remember is a subdivision were relatively new and styles of the homes were similar, a 'fashionable' subdivision may have had as many as a dozen floor plans. The majority of the homes were however, built by turning the floor plan over and building the next home opposite of the last built, the reason most homes had side-by-side drives. A subdivision containing one hundred units normally boasted of six to eight floor plans and this equated to twelve to sixteen different styles of homes within the neighborhood. The comforts we take for granted today were uncommon during this period. Central heat and air would come later, as would built-in dishwashers. Built-in was a tool a salesperson used to emphasize the home as being modern however, they were referring to the electric oven. The sight of a ceiling fan was a rarity as each home consisted of a box fan strategically placed, and oftentimes a window fan would be humming in a distant room. 'Children at Play' signs had not been invented, or if they had, they weren't posted in the subs. A dozen or more children playing in the street were 'under the care' of two, sometimes three, housewives sitting in the shaded area under a carport discussing a sale at the local grocery store, or a new dress being cut from a recently purchased pattern or, heavens-help-us, one of the young boys said a curse word, 'damn'. Chain link fencing was rare and fences confined to the back yard, mainly rail fences consisting of posts planted in the ground and connected by two-by-fours. Rare cases might find a 'picket fence' or even one giving more privacy. Children, missing from the street, were oftentimes playing within the confines of these fences, along with an occasional neighborhood pet. The homemakers, or wives, were busy in the hours after hubby left for work, and the school-aged children were on the bus. The breakfast dished were washed, dried, and put in the cupboard and then there were the hardwood floors to be swept and dust mopped daily, a washer load of clothes to be hung on the line after the wash, which would be taken in and ironed late in the afternoon. The remainder of the day was 'free' for the everyday homemaker. There was always a torn article of clothing and mending had to be done, however sewing a new outfit was considered relaxation. The radio was usually playing in the background tuned to the local station and choices were few. They consisted of easy listening, the big bands, country, or the soaps: "Oxodol's Own Ma Perkins" or "The Guiding Light," or another serial type program, depending on the time of the day. The television, should the family be so fortunate to own, was turned on during the evening hours only and the programs watched by the entire family. The trip to the grocery store was pleasant, a short drive which did not include driving on the expressway. The local shopping center took care of most needs: grocery, hardware, dry cleaners (laundry was done at home), and drug store. A small five-and-dime was present in many areas and McDonald's, featuring the fifteen-cent hamburger, was fast becoming a competitor of the soda fountain in the drug store. Rexall and Walgreen would later change from a drug store to a pharmacy, probably at the same time they started major competition against the grocer, hardware, and five-and-dime. This lifestyle, boring though it may seem to us today, was the golden age. This lifestyle was also the bread and butter for the door-to-door salesman. ------- Chapter 1 It was hotter than hell and I had seen enough of the post hole digger when I finished digging the last hole. The hole was close to the house and I had taken the skin off my knuckles, even wearing the gloves. Damn, but I hated digging those holes but I had taken the job and I was determined to finish it. I was nineteen and still living with my parents. My father retired two months earlier and I quit a good job and followed them when they moved. I am JJ Blackmon, I have a good build, maybe a little slim to some, only weighing about one-sixty, and I stand a shade over six feet. I am no ladies man however when I dress up, I don't think I look too bad, being blond and a few freckles is attractive to more than one woman. At the present, I was building a privacy fence, surrounding a newly installed swimming pool. It was just a temporary job but it would make a couple car payments, my major concern now. I sure didn't want to lose the car and dad couldn't afford the addition outlay of funds. I had to take the first opportunity to make a few bucks, but I had no idea putting up a fence would require the amount of physical labor I had expended. There were benefits I haven't mentioned however. The doctor's wife and daughter were daily users of the pool, although the wife only swam and sunned herself in the mornings. She was a good-looking woman and I worked with a hard-on each morn, constantly cutting an eye in her direction while she lay in the sun. The daughter was the swimmer in the family; she was in and out of the pool from early morning until I left in the evening. I watched her for three days, today was no different, but the mom slowed my work. Slowed is really a misnomer as I worked very little while she was sunning. She constantly watched me, and I had a strange feeling she was as interested in me as I was she. The daughter was easy on the eyes but she came out looking for glances. I honestly believe I could have stopped working and watched her and she would have put on a good show. I think there was some jealousy, and with good reason. She was slightly immature, still showing signs of baby fat, where her mother was a full-blown woman, and her assets spoke for themselves. The younger woman of the house came out with her mother at nine, their normal time, and she watched me until I completed the last hole. It was almost noon and I wanted to rest a few minutes before I started placing the wooden posts in the holes, which I had labored over in the boiling sun. I went to the stack of lumber and propped up to eat my lunch. I was eating my sandwich, looking at the nearby shade tree, wondering how they were going to keep the leaves from falling in the pool, or how often they would need to clean the pool. "How long before you will be finished?" Her voice startled me, and I spilled tea on myself. I was in deep thought and hadn't noticed her approach. "I'll start putting the post in this afternoon, and I should be finished,,, by the day after tomorrow. " I was confident I would have it finished before but I didn't want to give her false hope. "Mom said she didn't mind you taking your shirt off," she said as she smiled at me, "she said you were being modest because we were using the pool while you worked." "Actually I burn pretty easily." I said, continuing to eat my lunch. She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her head cocked to one side, and she was smiling. The two-piece suit she was wearing was beginning to bother me, the male in me that is. She had full breasts, for a fifteen year old, and the top looked as though it could be a size larger, as her breasts overfilled the cups. There was about four inches of bare skin showing, between the top and bottoms, and I noticed a slight bulge over her covered belly button. The suit was definitely a size too small. I was admiring her body and apparently, she thought I was thinking about burning because she said, "I have sun tan lotion and it will keep you from burning." I continued eating my lunch and after about five minutes, she sat on the bundle of posts in front of me. I finished my lunch, put my thermos inside the bucket, and sat it behind me. I watched her as she continually twisted and turned, unable to sit still while I ate. "Well," she asked, "do you want the sun tan lotion?" "OK," I said, thinking I could go for an hour without burning, "I'll try it for an hour, but that is about all I can take, because I do burn easily." She was all smiles as she jumped up and ran to the pool, returning with the lotion. I pulled the T-shirt over my head and tossed it back near the empty lunchbox. I was still sitting and she climbed up behind, "I'll put it on your back for you." She wasn't asking. I looked in the direction of the house and asked, "What would you mother say if she caught you putting lotion on my back?" "She left for a luncheon and she won't be back until dinner. How old are you and what's your name?" she asked. "I'm nineteen, and my name is JJ, what's your name?" this girl was talkative I thought. "My friends call me Ellie, but I would prefer you call me Eileen. I heard dad say you were new in town, are you going to school this year? She didn't take a breath between words it seemed. I didn't answer her question immediately because her hands moving over tired muscles were sending a tingling sensation through this tired body. I hadn't touched, or been touched, by a female in two months, the last being a former girl friend, the night before moving. She applied the lotion to shoulders and back, moved to my front, and said, "Stand up and I'll finish," she said. She was obviously enjoying touching my body or tormenting it, I couldn't determine. I took a breath, throwing my chest forward and pulled my shoulders back, allowing her to spread the lotion on my chest. She covered my chest, paying close attention to my nipples. I looked at my nipples and they were as hard as the two pointing through the material of her swimsuit. My body reacted, I felt my erection growing, and my body twitched when she rubbed her hand across my belly. She giggled and said, "It tickles doesn't it, I can't stand it when dad puts lotion on my belly. I'm ticklish there also." It wasn't tickling, just the opposite, it was thrilling. "Yes, I'm a little ticklish there," I said, my erection obvious as I glanced quickly, returning my eyes to her breasts. "Your turn," she said passing the lotion to me and turning her back. Looking around, I didn't see any neighbors watching us from the one house I could see. I looked to the back of her house and asked, "Where did your mom go?" "She went to her regular monthly meeting the women have, this month they are meeting at Casio's." She was twisting her back and putting pressure against my hand as I applied the lotion to her back, paying close attention to the back of her house and the neighbors. Casio's was in the next town, it was a half hour drive and dad had taken mom and me there two weeks earlier. It was one of the classiest eateries in the county. "Get under the straps good," she said. "I'll be happy when the fence is complete, because mom and I won't have tan lines afterwards." She twisted and showed me her pearly white teeth; her grin was big as she licked her dry lips, obviously making the last remark to excite me. "Do you skate?" she asked. I finished the lotion on her back and refused her offer to spread it to her front. I had to get back to work. Forgetting the shirt, it remained off the remainder of the afternoon, my back turning a rich red fortunately there were no burns. I finished work for the day and had showered. Mom had an early supper and dad went bowling, joining a league his first priority after moving. Mom and I were sitting in the porch swing, talking about the friends we had to leave when we moved. She was lonely and missed her friends much more than dad and me. Time passed quickly with intimate conversation, not realizing the actual length of time until dad called me to the phone, his returning from bowling having gone unnoticed. Robert Jones, a former neighbor, and my best friend in high school was asking me if I wanted a job. He was selling magazines, door-to-door, and he laid a good line on me. He was laughing when he said he had a sweet deal, the nicest hotels, all the pussy I wanted, and someone to keep me warm every night, should I get cold. We talked for half an hour and I finally learned he called because I had a car and his boss, James Fisher, had insisted he call. He did have a job for me, and part of my job would be placing sales people in specific areas in the morning, picking them up for lunch, delivering them back later for the remainder of the day. Other than when transporting sales people, I was free to sell and all commissions from personal sales would be mine, and there would be a mileage allowance. He tried to convince me how great the setup was however, not wanting to be a salesman and having less desire to live in hotels and motels, weighed heavily, and taking his number with a promise to think it over seriously, I took his number, without intention of calling him. I finished my fencing job and collected my money. The doctor's wife even gave me a small bonus for completing the job earlier than I promised. I made a trip to the bank and purchased three bank checks, three months of payments on my car. I had enough for a fourth however I needed some cash and I had no job. I didn't skate however, I did go to the skating rink after lounging around an hour after supper that evening. Mom insisted I get out of the house a whiletelling me I had been under foot for over a month. It was just my second night out in six weeks. I watched Eileen skate for an hour. Being new in town was the pits because I had no friends, and it seemed everyone else had plenty of friends. Eileen would skate by and wave, sometimes stopping to ask if I was enjoying myself. The only enjoyment I was receiving was watching her in that short skirt. It was cut to mid-thigh length and underneath she wore red panties, the outfit being similar to a cheerleaders outfit. Looking at her legs was pure pleasure; they were much better looking than I remembered, however they didn't match those of her mother. I had watched her skate for an hour and when she stopped I said, "I'll see you later. I think I am going home." "No... Wait... Let me tell my girlfriend I am leaving," she exclaimed and skated off. She was back in two minutes. "I need a ride," she said. I waited as she removed her skates and then she rushed over, taking my arm. She spoke to a couple of girls as we left the rink and almost dragged me to my car, once she located it. I held the door for her but she pushed it closed. I stood for a moment and she just looked at me. I finally went around to the driver's door and got behind the wheel. I noticed her kneel as I went around the car and after she slipped into the seat, she placed something red in her skate bag. Sliding over close to me, she hooked her arm in mine and said, "Let's go the lake, everyone is meeting there." "I can't go and park with you!" I almost shouted she shocked me so. "You're fifteen!" "For your information I will be sixteen in eight days. Now you drive and I'll show you where to stop." She sat back with her arms folded, attempting a pout, but she looked up at me and smiled. I knew I was crazy but I drove in the direction she indicated and stopped at the small store as she requested. She came out with a large bag, "I bought us some beer. Do you drink beer?" she asked pulling a can from the bag and opening it. "How did you get the beer?" I asked. "Don't they check ID's?" "My girl friend's dad owns the store, I snitch her birth control pills, and she gives me beer, when I want it." She was smiling as she took a drink and held the can to my lips. "I guess she's fifteen too?" I was asking. "No, she was fourteen last month. Her dad gave her a big party." She was smiling again as she looked at me, giggling at the shocked look on my face. "Shit!" I said almost speechless. "Fourteen, and on birth control pills, when do girls start taking them? "She has a boyfriend, he is eighteen, and he insists she take them. I don't have a boyfriend, so I don't have to worry." We were approaching the lake and she sat upright in the seat, watching for our turnoff. We turned off the main road and entered the lake area, passing a sign, "NO ENTRY AFTER SUNDOWN" and she said, "Just drive past those cars, there is a better spot to see the lake up the road." "There!" she shouted as we came to a narrow path leading to the lake. I drove through it, branches, and brush scratching against both sides of the car. I stopped at a wide area and she pulled a beach towel from her skate bag. Rushing from the car she shouted, "Bring the beer." I reached for the sack of beer and it was out of my reach. I walked around the car, opened her door, and lifted the sack. Her skate bag was open and I saw the red item she placed there earlier, looking up, I saw she was shaking the beach blanket. I lifted the red item and stared a moment, it was her red skate shorts. I returned them, closing the bag, and walked to the spot she had spread the towel. I stood beside her, wondering if she was wearing panties under her short skirt. I could see high on her thighs however, there was about two inches covered prohibiting me from determining if her cunt was bare. Taking my hand, she pulled me to the towel and laid back, her body stretched to its full length. The answer to my question popped up, I saw her white panties as she stretched. The moon was full and she was glowing in its rays as she lay prone, her arms outstretched, the blouse pulled tightly across her breasts. She was a young goddess, and in a few years, she would be a heart-stopper. I studied her a few moments, thinking of her age, and I tried to study her youthful body, wishing the moon were brighter. I forgot about her age when she raised her head, her lips formed for an expected kiss, I lowered my face to hers. Our lips met and her arms encircled my tense body. Our tongues began exploring one another's mouth for a few moments and I slowly relaxed as our kiss became more passionate. I was holding a woman albeit she was only fifteen. Pulling her arms from my waist, I stretched them over her head. Our lips broke contact and I began kissing her face with tender, light touches, adding small nibbles and moving to her ear. Her body shook as I nibbled the earlobe and swiped a wet tongue around the inner area. I let my tender kisses trail down, keeping contact with her neck, continuing with the tiny bites. Coming to her blouse, I continued, kissing the slick material, her body pressing upward, pressing against my lips, as a light moan was coming from her clenched mouth. Pulling one hand free, she moved the hand between us, her nimble fingers quickly loosening three buttons, another move, and her bra opened. Pulling her blouse open, her hand went behind my head and guided it to her breast. The moment my mouth made contact with her breast, there was a sharp intake of breath. "YesYesYesOh yes." She was rapidly becoming vocal, which caused me concern, and I looked up, expecting unannounced visitors investigating her outbursts. Roughly, she pulled my face against her breasts begging, "Don't stop now, please please" Pulling her second arm free, her hands went the blouse and within seconds the blouse was open, hanging on her shoulders and two beautiful mounds were exposed in all their glory. Her hand guided my head; however, her guidance was useless as my mouth moved directly to her nipple. They were hard little knobs, I nipped one between my lips and began sucking, holding the mate between my finger and thumb, twisting and squeezing gently. I tried moving my lips down to her stomach but she pulled my head tightly against her breast. I had a nipple in each hand and pushed my head down, mashing her nipples quickly, to distract her, forcing her hands from my head. She was forceful, but after sucking her breasts and nipples for ten minutes, through two orgasms, I was determined to have my way. I managed to get her panties past her mound and my tongue in her slit. Her little man was sensitive and I sucked it gently, once I managed to force her legs apart enough to get my mouth on her. Her demeanor changed completely when I had her clit in my mouth, she was no longer in control, nor was she able to attempt control. She spread her legs, however her panties restricted them. She freed one leg and finding them no longer restricted, spread them wide. Her skirt, still around her waist, was small enough and presented no problem as I sucked her pussy, paying particular attention to her clit, the area between her pussy and ass hole, and the tender part of her leg, the area surrounding her pussy and asshole. My tongue traced across her ass cheeks and as it crossed her asshole she jumped, moaned her loudest. I flicked my tongue across the rear hole twice, and her sharp moans coupled with her body jerking made me believe this hole was almost as sensitive as her clit. She was almost uncontrollable when my tongue dragged back and forth across the nether hole, her moans turning to squeals. Her legs were on my shoulders as I licked and sucked her pleasure points. I was a stiff as I had ever been, pleasuring her for half an hour, and I needed attention in the worst possible way. I slid my body up; her legs on my shoulders opened her body to me. I felt my prick ride across her slit, causing moans from both her and me. I lowered my body enough, placed my prick in her wet opening, and pressed gently into her. She began pleading. "NoNoNO! She wailed. The final no came too late. I had driven four inches into her warm pussy, feeling the membrane give when I entered her opening. I could hear her whimpering as I held her tightly. She froze, as did I, waiting for her body to adjust to my intruder. I wasn't a giant but was unusually large, having been measured by a former lover followed by a joyous shout of 'seven inches'. I waited for her to stop whining before forcing the remainder of seven inches into her body. Once fully seated and after a long pause to allow her to adjust, the in and out motion of fucking began, her eyes remained tightly closed and her mouth clenched. She was wet, slick, and warm, and being very determined, there was but one objective on my agenda, and that was to cum. My balls were hurting. I knew I should have fucked her through to her orgasm however I became selfish, I had been without too long. I placed my hands on her calves and pushed her legs forward, forcing her toes into the sand above her head. I was not gentle. I fucked her hard; her firm pussy pressing against my prick seemed to give enough tension to delay my load dumping into her soft body immediately. Her moans became louder, the faster and harder I drove into her body. I was hell bent and unaware of my surroundings as she started moaning louder, and her pussy became much wetter and I was now sliding easily, in and out. Her body had relaxed and I could now hear our bodies making wet contact. I started blasting my semen into her unprotected pussy, my load spurted into her and she started cuming. Not only did she cum, but she became loud. I placed my hand over her face trying to stifle her screams. I managed to suppress some of her screams, but she made enough noise I heard shouts and whistles coming from the group of cars we had passed entering the lake area. When we had finally gathered our senses, I held her spoon fashion, caressing her breast as I became very relaxed. Suddenly I could feel her body shaking, she was sobbing. I listened to her cry for about five minutes and she spoke, "Please take me home." We dressed and walked back to the car. She was silently sobbing while I drove from the lake, and stopped when I stopped in her drive. She looked at me and said, "We were supposed to stop before we went all the way. I didn't want to go all the way. I haven't been all the way before." She started sobbing again as she ran from the car to her front door. I drove home wondering if she would tell her parents or a girlfriend, or even the authorities. I hardly slept and when I woke and it was daylight, I got up and showered. I had blood on my prick, mixed with dried semen. I drove around, nowhere in particular, stopped at the waffle house, and drank some coffee, leaving almost the whole meal I ordered, unable to eat. I returned home as mom and dad were finishing lunch. Mom jumped up from the table as soon as I entered the house. "I'll heat your lunch," she said. "I ate at waffle house," I said. "There was a girl called for you early this morning. It was hard to understand her, she was crying. It sounded something like El," mom turned and said. Dad spoke up, "Yes and Dr. Redmon has called twice, he said it was important he spoke you. His number is by the phone." Walking to the phone, I looked back in time to see mom and dad walk out the back door. Digging into my pocket, I found the number Robert left before I picked up the phone. I called the number and James answered. Fifteen minutes later, I walked to the back porch to talk to mom and dad. I surprised them because dad jumped, quickly pulling his hand from mom's breast. I think I embarrassed both, but I had seen him caress her many times previously. They loved one another. I sat on the steps, looking up to them. "Mom, remember I told you Robert offered me a job working with him." "Yes," she said, "it was selling something." "Right," I said. "family magazines. I thought about it last night and I have been thinking about it all morning. I just called him and they want me to work with them. They want me to come right away, he said yesterday was not soon enough." Mom looked at dad; both turned to me and dad said, "Are you telling us you are leaving immediately?" "Yes Sir, they want me there as soon as possible. Robert said the money and benefits are good." I didn't mention the benefits Robert spoke of was all the pussy I could handle. "Well son, you're old enough to make your own choices, and it is a job. Jobs are pretty scarce around here." He was speaking to me, and looking at mom. I looked at mom and I could see the tears in her eyes. She stood abruptly and walked into the house. "Dad, I have three car payments in my room. The envelopes are addressed and a date on back of each, my car payments are due on the twentieth, would you ask mom to mail one each month, on the fifteenth?" I looked at him and saw he had teary eyes as he nodded. An hour later I was sitting on the sofa, mom was snuggled close and I had my arms around her. The telephone rang and I kissed her as she got up to answer. I was standing by the door as she answered, "Hellohi Eileen." I waved my arms frantically and nodding my head, indicating no. She looked at me and spoke into the mouthpiece, "No, he hasn't returned yetYes I'll tell him you called." I blew mom a kiss and waved at dad, sitting on the porch, and went to my car. Twenty minutes later, I was fifteen miles out of town. I thought about Eileen, and wondered whom she had told of our night at the lake. All I could think of was she was fifteen, a minor. That could be jail time. Five minutes later I passed the county sign, I looked at the speedometer and it was on sixty. I was on my way to becoming a door-to-door salesman. ------- Chapter 2 Noon Sunday, I crossed the city limits sign for Ridgeville. I stopped at a filling station and called the number I had for Robert. He was calling himself Robert, but I had called him Rob four years and it was difficult to talk to him and remember the name he desired. I received directions from James, and when I found the address, it was a cheap motel, not as Rob had explained. I went to the room number, finding it in the back, a smelly dumpster fifteen feet from the door. I knocked and a woman answered, and expecting me, called me by name and asked me in. James and Robert were in a sales meeting and I was invited to sit and wait. I waited an hour and a half, Dana, she had introduced herself, drank four cans of beer. Each time she opened a can I was offered but I refused each time. She was pretty well lit, these apparently not her first for the day, when James and Robert came back to the room. Robert had not changed much, a little older looking and a pound or two heavier. He still looked good to many women I assumed. Robert and I sat and talked about old times, while James and Dana went into the other room to allow Dana to dress, as we four were going out to dinner. I heard Dana call out four different times, "No James, not tonight." Robert just grinned each time she said it. Before they returned to the room, dressed for dinner, it sounded like someone was getting an ass whipping, I could hear the smacks however there were no vocal sounds. Robert grinned at this sound also. Dinner that evening fell well below my expectations, dining in a tiny restaurant. Robert's picture painted during his initial phone call did not mention walking through a serving line, and making your selection from an assortment of small covered dishes, dished up much earlier. Dining out with mom and dad was special, and James crowding me to the inside in a small booth was enough to destroy my appetite. Throughout the meal, James explained what great sales they made the previous year and what great times they had enjoyed. Everything he spoke of was a year before. I watched Robert and Dana as I tried to eat and listen to James, never seeing Robert's right hand the entire meal and Dana constantly squirmed. The meals served at waffle house were much nicer and a great deal cheaper. After the mediocre meal, we drove through town, in my car, and a tour of the area we would be working the following week was unimpressive. Homes were close with small yards, nearly all were duplexes and their appearance run down, located in the poorer section of town. I could not see the money and good time Robert had defined so clearly. My early perception of a good time Robert was so thrilled over surely included alcohol and Dana was prepared, carrying a large purse holding a bottle of liquor. She and James were drinking straight from the bottle, the drink followed by a drink from a can of cola. I could see Dana was about smashed as Robert pointed to the different sights. We returned to the motel around nine and James and Dana argued beside the car for fifteen minutes while Robert and I went to our room. We sat in the room and started talking about our school days and the fun we had. Robert left our door open and we could see James and Dana. When they separated, Dana went to a door about four doors from where I met her. When the door opened, I saw a short man talking to her, dressed in boxer shorts. She looked back, apparently at James, and entered he room. I looked at Robert and he was grinning once more. I was listening to Robert but watching James as he went to the door beside his room and knocked. A short, gray headed woman came to the door and turned back to speak to someone in the room. After speaking to a person, which I couldn't see, she stepped from the room and followed James to his room. Robert stood, and said he was taking a shower and I should get my suitcase from the car. An hour later, we had showered and were sitting in our skivvies talking. Robert was on his third beer and I finally agreed to take one. I thought to myself, I am working with a group of alcoholics as beer was flowing like water. It wasn't long before there was a knock on our door, Robert opened the door, and Dana entered. Robert offered her a beer and she accepted, downing half the contents before sitting the can on the table. She hadn't bothered to take a seat and I watched as she walked into the bathroom, her legs were more than a little unstable she was wobbling. I heard the shower and looked over to Robert and he was grinning again, but this time he spoke. "Look JJ, what ever you do, don't kiss her. He was smiling still. "Why would I kiss her?" I asked. "I just met her." "I need to explain something to you I guess. You see, Dana is lazy and this is the way James keeps her in line." He was looking at me and for the first time in five hours, he wasn't smiling. "Dana is sleeping in our room tonight." "What!" I responded rather loudly before I finished, "why is she staying in our room tonight?" This is strange I thought, and I needed an answer. "You see Dana said she wasn't feeling good this morning when everyone else went to work. This way James keeps her working, either in our beds or on the street selling, either way, he wins." She keeps Henry, Cameron, and I satisfied. I told you about this bennie. Anytime you want some pussy, see James." "What is she going to do?" I asked. "She is going to take care of us," he said. "She gives a great blow job, that's why you don't kiss her. She just left Henry and Cameron, and she won't fuck them, she'll only give them blowjobs. Remember, no kisses." He finished his last words as she opened the bathroom door and walked out. I almost fell out of the chair, she was wearing a pair of panties, and had her dress folded in her arms. "Which bed am I going to sleep in?" She placed her folded clothing on the dresser and turned to Robert. Robert stood and walked to the door and as he reached for the light switch replied, "You sleep nearest the bathroom." He turned the light out and crawled into the bed nearest the door. She got in the bed he indicated and I was left sitting at the table, Robert in one bed and Dana in the other. The light from the bathroom cast a glow over the room and I could see Robert was asleep within five minutes. There was nothing to do except finish my beer and Dana was watching me. I made a trip to the bathroom, pissed and returned to the room, dousing the bathroom light. Her hands were on my prick before I settled in the bed. Robert was correct; she gave an excellent blowjob. I was no expert in knowledge about blowjobs having only six blowjobs before and none compared anything to the way she sucked a cock. She was wet and loud, evidently she enjoyed her exceptional talent. I woke twice during the short night; both times, I was getting my prick sucked. The second time I woke I had to push her head from my prick, it was lifeless and she could have sucked all night for nil. My built in alarm woke me at six. The room was dark, but only because the blinds were drawn, it was daylight. I made a trip to the bathroom, pissed, and then climbed into the shower. It was hot and muggy and I knew I was going to be miserable later in the day. I didn't remember removing my skivvies however they were in the bed. I looked at the sleeping woman; she wasn't too bad to look at, just a few pounds extra in the midsection and an equal amount on her ass. Her breasts were nice looking, smooth except for the nipples and they were coarse looking. I began playing with them, expecting her to wake. I pulled, pushed, squeezed, and almost crushed her nipples, yet she slept. I dressed and left to find breakfast, grabbing the key before I closed the door. I drove about a mile before I found a greasy spoon. I pulled in and once inside, saw how small it appeared. There a dozen customers, soldiers, and they were loud. Each time the waitress passed, a hand would reach and grab her ass, a couple managed to grab a tit. The aisle was narrow and there was no way she could pass by without a hand making contact. I sat at the only seat available, in the corner closest to the bathrooms. She stood before me before I realized she had come in my direction. "What can I get for you," she asked, a sweet sounding southern girl, I thought. "It's kind of rough getting past those hands isn't it?" I asked as I studied the menu. "They don't mean anything and they tip well," she said, showing me about the prettiest smile I had seen in months. "What is the house specialty? What is the cook best at preparing?" I asked trying to match her smile but missing by a mile. She leaned over and shared reading the menu, and I had a prolonged look at her breasts, her uniform being cut the way it was. Another time my prick would have ripped my trousers, but Dana had solved all the problems I would have for the day, at least for the morning I continued looking at her breasts and nodded as she pointed to the three-egg special, watching my eyes watch her fine mounds. She raised and smiled that smile again, "It will be ready before you can finish your coffee," she said as she scratched a spot just above her nipples, inside her uniform. She stood, posed proudly, her chest fully expanded, as she wrote my order on the pad she carried. The special was delicious and I over tipped her, checking her breast once for luck as she took my money. I returned to the motel room, taking an hour to eat and locate the small coffee shop, only to find Dana on her knees and her head buried in Roberts crotch. I stepped back and closed the door, allowing them privacy. Actually, I wasn't prepared to see sex as open. I sat in my car listening to the local radio station, wondering how long I would have to remain. I wanted to call mom and dad but I knew it was too soon, I hadn't given the job a chance yet. Shortly after nine, the following morning, people started coming out of rooms. Robert introduced Henry, and I had to turn my head. He smelled awful. He couldn't have been under the shower in a week and reeked of beer. Cameron was clean, no smell, but he also reeked of beer. Holly and Marge were nice however, they bitched constantly about Henry and Cameron. I whispered to Robert, "They have good reasons to bitch, what about the smell?" James said, "Robert, teach him how to sell, and drop Henry and Cameron in the area we looked at last evening." Robert directed me to the housing development we drove through the previous evening, telling them a time to meet us for lunch. As soon as we dropped them he said, "Drive, we're not going to work here, I know a better area." We came to a small subdivision and he said, "Pull up over there and park. We'll start at that house," pointing to a nice house on the corner. He made four presentations in the next two hours but he failed to make a sale. I became disheartened my first morning, after picking up Henry and Cameron, eating a snack, and repositioning them, we drove back to the area we were working. Robert made a twenty-dollar sale and stopped for the day. Henry and Cameron had each sold magazine subscriptions totaling eighty dollars in commission. Robert explained the money we received as down payment on subscriptions was our commission, less James' cut. Each magazine had a set amount. I learned there was a sales meeting every evening after supper. Every evening was a repeat of previous evenings, James raised hell with everyone and threatened to drop them in an area, and leave town while they worked, letting them fend for themselves. This was almost a memorized remark. Robert sold two hundred dollars for the week and he was the low seller. James cursed him, threatened, and finally threw his arms up and walked from the room. I expected to be off on the weekends but that was not to be. James wasn't happy with the total sales and we worked both days, equaling the total sales for the five previous days. This pleased him, somewhat, and he was pleasant at the evenings meeting. Monday morning, Henry and Cameron smelled of beer again. Henry had been showering every evening the week before, because the first night I pulled him aside and said I was not letting him ride with me if he didn't shower. It worked, because he began showering every evening. Cameron patted me on the back the second day after he had showered and I told Cameron he smelled of beer, he could be left standing on a corner. That threat didn't help as he still reeked of beer each morning. Just as we started to leave the motel James stopped and called me over. You get in here with me and tell Robert to drop Henry and Cameron. I will work with you today. It was a first in that I had never let anyone other than family, drive my car. Twenty-five minutes later, we dropped Holly and Marge and James drove around a subdivision a couple of times. On the third trip through the subdivision, he stopped and pointed to a house, "Dana, you go to that house and sell that man some magazines. I'll be back in two hours." As Dana was getting out of the car, he grabbed her by the arm, "Dana, you better sell him." James drove up about three houses and stopped. Turning to me he said, "Watch her, she will make the sale." I watched her and she talked to the man about three minutes, I guessed his age to be about fifty, and then she walked inside when he opened the door. I turned to James and said, "How did you know he would let her in?" "I just have a sense about who will buy," he said, "I guess it's born in me." We drove through the subdivision once more and he stopped at a house where the grass needed mowing. "Come on, let's check this one out." He was out of the car and half way up the drive before I had the door opened. A young woman came to the door, holding a baby. He spoke to her about two minutes before she unlocked the door, allowing us to enter. She sat in a chair and he sat on the sofa, directing me to a hardback chair facing him. He told her what magazines we had and in the middle of his conversation, he said she needed to go put the baby to bed. She got up, took the baby in the other room, and returned. Instead of her sitting in the chair she left, he patted the seat beside him, and she sat where he patted. He was a smooth talker I learned quickly. He had her telling us about her husband, her baby, and her parents. She told us her husband had a job out of town and would be home this weekend, her parents were retired and lived in town, and the baby was two months old. When he started talking, he was up on the sofa and his hand made contact with her knee. She looked down quickly, he began telling her how nice she arranged the house, and five minutes later his fingers were slipping into the leg band of her loose shorts. I observed for fifteen minutes and I knew I was watching the master at work. He might not get an order for magazines but he was slowly working her into bed. His break seemed to come when the baby whimpered, and he said they should check on the infant. His hands never left her body as they walked down the short hallway. The baby didn't make any more sounds. The sounds were now coming from the young mother. I walked partway down the hall and James was between her legs, driving a scimitar into her opening. The shape of his prick, the sweeping curve was like none I had ever seen. It was at least nine inches, and possibly longer. Her moans were almost inhuman as she clawed at his back, pulling his body into her deeper and deeper. We walked to the car and he had one hundred dollars in his pocket. He actually sold her one-twenty however, she was ten dollars short, and he made her feel good by giving her an additional discount, just taking the hundred. I was shaking my head because he actually screwed that young mother in her bedroom, brought her to the living room, and she gave him a blowjob with he and I sitting on the sofa. James had me ride with him every day that week and he made a sale every morning and every afternoon, as did Dana. He selected each house driving through the subdivisions. He didn't make a sale every presentation, he just made one sale before he quit. I chauffeured people for two weeks, and I use the term because I made no money for myself. Friday evening after the meeting I said, "James, I need some money for gasoline and food." James responded, "Well, tomorrow morning you go to the area we have been working and make a few presentations and you make a few sales. You look down; I'll send Marge to your room tonight and let her cheer you up." He turned to Marge and said, "Marge, go over to JJ's room tonight and give him some confidence." I was dumbfounded. I was only nineteen but I could see I was being used; I was one of his pawns. Robert insisted we leave and I wanted to go back to the room. I was going to call home and tell mom and dad I was totally out of my character on this job. Robert was convincing and after listening to him, the morning call sounded better, waiting until a time when I was not upset. He was trying to talk me into going bar hopping but I refused, instead I stopped a bowling alley and I drank sodas and played the pinball machine for a couple of hours. I was tired and wanted to return to the motel room however, he was hitting on this girl and didn't want to leave. I left him in the bowling alley lounge. I returned to our room, showered and crawled in the bed. I wanted to sleep but my mind had other ideas, I was reliving the past two weeks. I had almost made up my mind to get a good night sleep and return home the following day. I still had doubts about Eileen and Dr. Redmond. I was in dreamland, the time when you are not sleeping however, you aren't awake, when I heard a soft knocking on my door and my name being called. Marge was standing at the door with two paper cups in her hand when I opened the door, hastily buttoning my jeans and closing my fly. She looked down to my fumbling hands, passed one of the paper cups to me, and pushed into my room. "Look," I said, "Marge, you don't have to be here. James is full of shit." Her expression changed to serious from her original grin, "Don't curse, you are above that." "What!" I said. I couldn't believe her scolding me after coming to my room because James told her to do so. I replied, and my tone indicated I was showing her very little respect, "You came over here under James' orders." "I can see you have a lot to learn, do you mind if I sit?" We had been standing just inside the door and I waved at the only chair in the room but she walked between the beds and sat on the made bed, pointing at the unmade bed for me. "I just came over to talk to you, do you drink?" Marge asked, pointing to the cup I was holding. "Occasionally, but I drink for pleasure and I don't make it a habit, as some here seem to do, I am a sociable drinker." I said to her. I took a sip from the cup and it tasted decent. "What are you doing here? You don't belong here." She said as she looked over her cup rim at me. I began looking her over, payback because she was sure giving me a once over. She was about fifty and a fine looking woman. Her shape would make many younger women drool, her small frame was extremely shapely. The party dress was low cut and her breasts seemed to be swelling, trying to escape from the bodice. I couldn't believe it because I was looking at a woman older than my mother and I was getting an erection. Her eyes were observant because she started smiling. Marge smiled, "34-20-30 and I have a 'C' cup, I'm almost a hundred pounds, and yes, I am sexually active. Is there anything else you're wondering about? Maybe likecould I get her in the bed? I won't answer that; I'll let you make the decision." I just stared at her, I couldn't think of a response. "You better close your mouth; you might get something in your mouth you don't want." She was teasing now because she gave a slight chuckle before she sipped from her drink. "Well?" she was asking me something but I forgot the question. She was looking at me and waiting for a response, finally she said, "Are you going to tell me what you're doing here? It's certainly not the job." She was serious. I couldn't tell her the real reason I had come so I answered, "Robert, a high school buddy, called me and said I could make some money and have a good time while doing it. That's why I came," I said. We finished the drinks and she said she wanted another. I slipped on a shirt and shoes and drove her to a liquor store. We returned to the room, she prepared fresh drinks, and we sat nose to nose talking. She explained much about selling, many sales tips, told me of incidents I didn't believe possible, however I had seen much in two weeks I never thought possible. We were on the third drink she mixed and her face was close to me when I leaned and kissed her lips softly. She responded aggressively, pulling my lips hard against her mouth. I pulled her from her seated position and lay her beside me, her hands, locked behind my head, held our lips securely pressed against one another. I learned she was now the aggressor, and I found myself responding to her. She had rolled and was now resting on my body, her weight hardly noticeable. Her hands and lips were busy and her mouth touched every pore on my face as she trailed her lips over me, her teeth nipping at times, primarily on my chin, ears and lips. Her hands were as busy as her mouth, and when she tugged my trousers, I lifted my ass, allowing her the opportunity to remove my slacks as well as skivvies. She was in total control, and as my hand would grasp a breast, her hand would roughly push it aside. She tugged on my shirt and when she removed it, I was totally nude and she fully dressed. My erection was pointing in the direction of my face and I suddenly became worried, I was near cuming, I would get a load in the face. I got a flash of her pussy, as she straddled my body, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Her free hand grasped my prick, and she guided it to her hole and sat, dropping her weight on my body. My prick entered her body, and I heard a loud moan only to realize it came from my mouth. Her sound was a soft sigh. I looked at her face and she was staring straight ahead, like there was something on the wall she wanted to see. She sat perfectly still, and I could feel a sensation building inside. I tried to think of the drive from home, about the heat, about my car payment, about anything except my prick funneling my juices into her body, it was of no use, and I felt my prick spring against the walls of her pussy as my seed spurted into her. Her body reacted to my juices because she began sliding quickly, back and forth, and I felt her tense and increase the speed of the back and forth motion as she whimpered through clenched teeth, her upper lip curling upward, exposing her ivories, she was her first of many orgasms. She was a dynamo in bed and her small frame was exciting. I could toss her around like a rag doll and she enjoyed every minute of my playful antics. Her outer lips hung limp from her pussy, until she was aroused, and then they filled with blood, becoming two puff mounds guarding a pussy. Her clit was well hidden and before we slept, I learned where to place a finger and massage, causing the little bugger to grow, as well as her outer lips. She woke me at eight and asked me to make it with her one more time before I left for home. We made love again, showered together, and dressed. I waited in the car while she ran to her room and changed to an appropriate dress for the day. It took her ten minutes and we drove to breakfast. She directed me to a nice little family owned grill, and the food was the best since mom cooked my last meal for me. After we finished breakfast, she pointed to the phone and told me to call mom and dad, and tell them I was coming home. I called and mom answered. She was happy and excited started crying and I couldn't understand her. She put dad on and the first thing he said shocked me. Dad said, "Son, the police have been here twice looking for you and they won't say why, and that cute girl, the doctor's daughter, has been by asking for you, and she has a new convertible, white. It's as cute as she is. Son, you haven't done anything the police want you for, have you? Before I could respond dad continued. "Oh yes, son, Dr. Redmond has called three times and the last time I told him you had accepted a temporary job traveling. He said he has a job for you and wanted me to pass you the message. He gave me his number but I will have to look for it." Dad sounded pretty hopeful, and I could tell that by his tone he wanted me to call the Dr. for a local job. I paused a moment, deciding to tell him the truth, "Dad, I need to tell you something." I explained the night's events to him and he didn't interrupt until I finished. "Ok, look son, let's keep this between ourselves, don't tell your mother and son, and don't tell me where you are but call home often, for your mother's sake." I knew he was about as worried as I was; the change of the tone in his voice was noticeable. I assume the expression in my face had changed, because when I returned to the table Marge spoke softly and slightly apprehensive. "Bad news, you don't seem too pleased. Are your parents okay?" I could see the concern in her face as she spoke. I explained my conversation with dad and told her about Eileen. She was silent, as was I, for a long time, long enough for us to finish our coffee. Suddenly, she stood and said, "Well, looks like you are here so I may as well make a salesman out of you. Let's go make some sales. ------- Chapter 3 It was refreshing to watch Marge make presentations. Her delivery was smooth and questions didn't interrupt her, they were a part of the production. She made four presentations, making three sales and then she said it was my turn. I made three presentations and my first true sale. I was overjoyed when the husband and wife team bought subscriptions giving me seventy dollars in commissions. Our drive to the motel was silent and I was excited, I wanted to talk but I knew Marge was in deep concentration. I slowed to turn when I came to the motel but she waved her hand frantically indicating she wanted me to continue. I drove for fifteen minutes and she turned to speak. "I think you need to know more of what this job is about or else James will use you like he does the others. Let's find a restaurant and eat and we can talk." She was silent for a few minutes and finally spoke again, "I am going to tell you some things that may surprise you, but I like you and I don't want you hurt. You must not speak to the others about our discussion, agreed?" She was staring to the front but wanting an answer. "Agreed," I said. I passed a restaurant and she looked back pointing top it. I made a 'U' turn and pulled into a parking space on the side of the building. "Remember, not a word of this," she said. "Okay, lids on," I replied. We enjoyed a good meal with good service, fresh hot coffee, and a pleasant waitress, properly dressed and not pushing for a tip, and proficient. Marge waited until the table beside us was vacated and after the meal, the table cleared, fresh coffee served she began speaking. Marge hesitated a moment, after the server was at a distance. She said, "James was a nice man to work for but that suddenly changed when his wife left with a drunken salesman about eighteen months ago. He ran a straight crew, nothing like he has now. We worked for a major company and we received checks from them. A year ago, they reorganized and they no longer paid us, provided us meals, or paid our motel rooms. James works thru an agent now and he gets a small percentage of what he sends in each month. For the most part, we are on our own." She adjusted herself in the seat and continued. "Our work today is basically cutthroat, one against the other, you sell or you go hungry. I learned to sell many months ago and sell is an honorable profession. Ninety-nine per cent of salespersons are honest but there is always that one per cent, and that is where we are today. The team you are presently working with is in the minority. I report approximately one-half of what I sell. Does that surprise you?" She paused and waited for an answer and when I failed to respond she continued. "James asked me to stay on under the old rules and one time he was short on funds and asked if I could pay for my room. I did and that has become standard procedure. He doesn't pay for my meals any longer, where two years ago, they allowed me a token amount and I paid the difference. He could go back to the old procedures if he had a team of twelve and volume turned like previous years but that will never happen for him again." She paused, drank some coffee, and appeared to be forming words. She must have good thoughts because she smiled, "I stay for the fun and excitement, Dana stays because she needs someone to dominate her, and the guys stay because they know there will be a bottle at the end of the day. Robert stays because he is young, and James lets him have Dana every three or four weeks, and other times picks him a girl up and lets her stay the night with him. He thinks this is a good life. You, well you need to go, you need to go as soon as possible. You have a future and you are smart so don't stay here too long, or you will be like the rest. I'll teach you what I can but I will be leaving in five weeks, I do have a home, and I have nine wonderful children. My daughter is pregnant, and I promised her I would be there for her when she needed me." "What!" I said surprised. "Yes, I have nine children, my youngest is ten years your senior. I married when I was thirteen and had nine children in nine years. My husband died five years ago and I moped around for two years and one day James came to the door. When he left town I was with him." She saw the expression on my face and stopped speaking. I asked, "How do you mean you left with him?" She said, "You have a dirty little mind, I didn't leave in the way you are thinking, I left for the job. I haven't shared James' bed and he sure hasn't been in mine, at least while I've been it. He is definitely not my type." "No, I didn't think so, you like the younger boys." I said and I saw the big grin come on her face and her eyes seemed to light up. "How did you know?" She asked. "I saw you watching that young boy in the second house we were in today, you couldn't keep your eyes off him," I said, although Robert told me earlier which caused me to be aware. I watched her today, and she did keep a keen eye on the boy. "I saw you moving when that young wife put her hand on your leg, why did you move?" She asked. "Wellwell her husband was sitting there in front of us," I said, "I did not want to cause any trouble." "Did you notice her husband had an erection?" She asked, "And he was watching her legs and not you. If you had put your hand on her leg, your afternoon may have taken a different direction. You have to watch both, husband and wife when incidents like that happen." "What do you mean?" I was unsure of where she was going. "The husband was getting excited when his wife was playing with your leg. Sometimes, that means he or she wants to play, but you must be sure. The easy way would be casually let your hand rest on her leg for a moment, but that is something where you have to be very careful. It can mean big trouble if you are wrong and it can be very pleasurable if you're right. Do you understand what I am talking about?" She was trying to tell me they might want to play, I thought, but I wasn't sure. "But how can I really tell?" I asked. "It's like I said, you can't tell, Oh, sometimes they make it obvious, most of the time you have to just feel them out." She was watching my expression very carefully, I noticed as she sat back. "I don't know about that," I said. "It seems like a lot to gamble on." "But it interests you, doesn't it?" Marge asked. "Okay," I said, "it does interest me. The young wife this afternoon was interesting, and she seemed so young, compared to her husband's age." "You'll have more opportunities, next time you can take the initiative when the opportunity arises." She was studying me and I stared at her, she didn't look her age. We returned to the motel and the lot had more vehicles than we had seen in the two weeks I had been there. I parked at the rear and when as we walked to our rooms, we were watching the groups gathered and cutting up, obviously consuming alcohol as many were carrying paper cups. Holly and Dana talking with four men, standing in her doorway; Marge offered no resistance when I opened my door and took her arm. Once inside the room, behind a locked door, I tried to kiss her however, she pushed me aside and sat on the made bed. We carried on a casual conversation for a while, as she made three of four trips to the window, looking through the drawn curtains. Each time she returned to the bed and our conversation continued. I was thirsty and there was a partial bottle of liquor remaining from the evening before, however no sodas. I made a quick trip to the soda machine and brought four drinks to the room. One, I dropped, removing it from the machine and that was the one I opened, spewing coke over my face and shirt. I removed the shirt, washed my face, and sat on the unmade bed facing Marge. I poured some of the liquor in my soda and passed the bottle to her. Taking it, I watched as she spiked her drink, pouring much more alcohol into her soda than I had. Our conversation continued however, I noticed something different. Marge was no longer looking at me as we spoke; rather she was looking at my chest and arms. I became a little self-conscious at first and I remembered she liked younger men. I began flexing my muscles and watching her face. I toyed with her for ten minutes, leaned over, and slowly began unbuttoning the buttons on her dress. She looked up at my eyes and I continued loosening the buttons. I had to kneel before her to reach them all, pushing her body erect to reach a couple. I loosened them all and slowly slid the dress over shoulders. She remained immobile, I pulled the dress over her shoulders, getting help when I pulled it from her arms. Her bra was easy and I loosened the clips first try, tossing it aside. She was now wearing granny stockings, reaching almost to her knees, along with a half-slip and panties. Her hands flinched as I raised her slip, exposing her stocking tops, but she caught herself and pulled them back to her sides. I placed both hands on her left ankle and started moving my hands very slowly up her leg, passing the top of her stocking, over her bent knee and stopped when my right hand was pressing against her mound. She had taken a breath when my hand touched bare skin and another sharp intake as my hand passed over her knee, from that point she made a tiny whining sound, and finally a light "Oh" as my hand touched her panty covered mound. I slowly lowered my hands, following the reverse path, pulling the stockings down when I came to them. She raised her foot, allowing me to toss the stocking to the side. I removed the right stocking in the same manner, this time as she anticipated my move; her breathing was heavier as was her whine as my hands passed above her knee. I was surprised, and delighted, as her legs spread before my hand reached her crotch. I saw the gaping slit and let a finger slip under the loose panty leg to touch her mons lightly, sliding my finger up and down the slit a few times, before I started the trip downward. I heard another sharp intake of air and a much louder whine. I was living a dream. The first time I masturbated, holding a picture of a naked woman in one hand while the other worked feverishly stroking my prick, I had envisioned the day I would undress a woman completely and have my way with her. My dream was coming true as I placed my hands under her small ass and lifted gently. She got the message and stood, placing both hands on my head for support. I could feel the tremble in her hands and arms as I slowly lowered the half-slip. I could feel the anticipation in her body, through her hands and the tightness in her legs as I allowed my hands to roam over her legs in my upward movement. The dreams I had concocted in my mind were many and I often thought I would just pull the panties down and bury my face in the pussy, however, as I knelt before Marge, feeling her trembling hands atop my head, gave me other ideas. Her legs appeared a might frail, compared to Eileen's and her mom's, yet she was standing before me, and allowing me to use her body. I looked at the age spots, the tight rough skin below her knees and compared it to the softness above, legs having walked an immeasurable distance, carried the weight and burden of nine children, spread themselves countless times to please a husband almost forty years, and I could feel her anticipation passing through her touch on my head. My anticipation was almost equal to what she was feeling, and I wondered if it was being passed through my head to her hands. My legs trembled, as I leaned to a spot just below her panties, and swiped it with my wet tongue. I leaned back and blew gently on the spot and she trembled. I placed a like spot on her other leg, and repeated with a light breath. I could see goose bumps rising on her upper thighs and her aroma became stronger. I knew she was aroused, and I couldn't wait any longer, I had to remove her last article of clothing, her panties. I looked at my prick and surprised to see the crown almost purple. I was used to seeing it reddened but this was more than I had ever experienced. It was my dream and I placed my hands on her hips, feeling them tremble. Feeling a like tremble through her body, caused by my casual contact with her skin, I pulled the panties slowly, however much faster than in my dreams. When my hands came to her ankles she was ready, and lifted one foot at a time, as I removed her final garment. Her words sounded like bells ringing in my head. She had broken the silence of my dreams, something I had envisioned for years. It was before me and I was reaching the peak of fulfillment, but her words cut through the air, piercing my eardrums, stopping everything, I felt my dreams drifting, and as I reached to touch, and grasp, the drifting vision, my fingers touched a tangle of hair. I blinked and suddenly I was staring at her pussy, my finger touching a sparse growth of hair above. "It's not pretty, is it? Marge spoke through trembling lips. The blood engorged outer lips were puffed and hung some three inches below her opening. I lowered my hand from her turf and cupped the mounds, which appeared as a growth below her once feminine charms, now two pouches of blood-filled flesh. I cupped her mound, and the pressure of my hand against the mounds allowed her juices to escape into my hand, the same juices I had worked diligently for, were now a lubricant, drying in my hand. My eyes slowly traveled upwards, seeing the frame of an average sized thirteen-year-old girl with much larger tits. Marge's tits definitely needed the support of her bra, swelling and deflating nine times had taken its toll, as well as Mother Nature. Mother Nature had been kind to her because her skin was soft, although wrinkles surrounded her stretch marks. I let my hands move with my eyes and when they came to her breasts, Marge's sounds reminded me she was still a woman and there was passion within. I looked back to her puff mounds, having rapidly changed to two hanging lips as her arousal diminished, were growing again as I pulled and toyed with her elongated nipples. The nipples, although hardened from age and nine suckling, were yet sensitive to the touch. My fingers worked on arousing the erotic nerve in her sagging breasts as my eyes watched her puff mounds fill, as her arousal reached higher levels. Her arousal level may not have been as high as earlier, however I was going to fulfill my dream. I pushed against her breasts and she sat heavily on the bed, and I pushed extra hard, causing her to fall back. I was kneeling and her pussy was at my level. Sliding my hands slowly, crossing her soft tummy, across her naval, and finally stopping at her lips. Strange but they were no longer hanging, as they appeared to have moved back in place. They now appeared as does a petal on a flower, open and displaying her inner flesh, moist and inviting. I wiped my tongue through her exposed flesh one time, and her aroma and juices were exquisite. I opened my mouth and pressed it against her opening, working my tongue rapidly in her open pussy and I felt her legs lock around my head. Her hands went to my head, her body pressed upwards, and she pulled my face hard against her body. My tongue worked for thirty seconds and I felt her trembling start. The trembling turned into convulsions, as her body bounced and twisted, and she was no longer holding me against her opening. I wasn't making contact with her, and she was bouncing and moaning. When she stopped moving she curled into the fetal position and began crying. I let her cry for five minutes, going to the bathroom for a piss in the meantime, and she stopped when I pulled her into my arms. "It's been six years," she said. "Six years, six years for what?" I asked. "Six years, that's how long it's been since my husband did that the last time. For a moment, you were he, that's the way he sucked me. Exactly the same." she was grinning from ear to ear. My prick had lost its stiffness when she had started crying. I was semi erect and my balls were aching as I listened to her tell me about him. She saw my prick beginning to get hard and she said, "You know what else my husband liked to do?" "What would that be?" I asked, knowing she was going to tell me one way or another. "He liked to make me watch him doing it to me," she said happily. "What do you mean?" I asked. Jumping off the bed, reached for my hand and pulled, "C'mon and I'll show you." She pulled the chair in front of the dresser and leaned down, bracing her hands on the seat. Looking up she could see herself in the mirror. "Now you get behind me and do it," she said. I walked behind her and her ass was about the right height. She looked up at me and smiled. I placed my hands on her hips; her skin was soft where I touched. Sliding my hands up her body, I could feel her skin was loose as I approached her hanging breasts. Pulling on the extra skin, I watched as her tits moved, side to side, finally making little smacking sounds as they made contact. I cupped the hanging breasts in my hands, comparing them to Eileen and my former girlfriend. There was nothing to compare, hers were soft and mushy, where theirs were firm, and looking into the mirror, I saw another difference, I was nineteen, and she was more than twice my age. "C'mon," she said, "put it in." My prick was hard and I eased up behind her and slipped it inside her wet opening. The difference in our ages made no difference from that moment on. She could have been ninety and my dick would not have cared, it was in a pussy. It went in easy, she was so wet. I started stroking into her and she looked up at me through the mirror and spoke. "No, not there, the other one." She said. "You mean" I was looking at her face through the mirror and she was nodding. "Just be gentle - - - at first. It's been a long time." There was a wide smile on her face. I pulled my prick from her pussy and she muttered, "Oh." My prick was wet from her juices, I spread her ass cheeks, placed my prick at the entrance to her opening, and she pressed back quickly, burying my prick head. I waited a moment and pressed, my prick was being squeezed but it slipped through her anal ring, the actual feeling was as if it sucked my prick into her. "Wonderful," She said dragging the word out and sounding as though it was one long syllable. I watched her face through the mirror and she squinted until I had fully seated my length inside her. The squint went away quickly and was replaced by a grin when I started slowly, working in and out. Her body motion was urging me on, and I began pumping harder and harder into her nether hole. She was moaning and calling out, "Harder, harder, faster." and I obliged by pushing into her as hard and fast as I could. I stopped when the door opened and Robert stepped in. I saw the big grin come on his face and he sat on the bed. His entering didn't interrupt her as she was still begging, "Harder, faster, harder," as I renewed my stroking into her body. Her breasts were hanging, flopping, back and forth, as I drove into her, back and forth. She went through her first orgasm, almost falling when she became limp, however I held her until she regained her footing, never stopping with my plunges into her. When I came, I came hard. I cried out and my cries drowned her weak cries. My prick stopped spurting and I reluctantly withdrew when I became limp. I took three steps backward and fell on the bead. Throwing my arms over my head, I let out a deep breath. I was exhausted. I heard Marge speak loudly, "No!" Her words changed a few moments later with, "Oh yes." I rose up and he was standing behind Marge, stuffing her with prick. I watched him drive into her for ten minutes and I knew he had something I didn't have, he had a jackhammer for an ass because his strokes were twice as fast into her body as mine had been. She loved it because she was whimpering and begging for more and begging for him to go faster, repeatedly. I watched as she had two orgasms, making enough noise to wake our neighbors, had they been sleeping. I didn't think it possible but I knew he was about to cum when his strokes became faster. He pulled from her ass quickly and I heard a 'whoosh' followed quickly by Marge's 'OW'. He was quick to her front and he drove his prick into her throat in one plunge. Marge made a loud, "Mmmnnooooooo." He was driving his prick into her oral cavity. I knew she would have a sore throat and lips the following day, he was burying his rod on each thrust, and he lasted almost five minutes before he let a loud groan, and Marge made a funny squeak as the sound came through her nose, along with much of his cum. Marge remained leaning over the chair, regaining her strength from two ass fuckings, and one deep-throated blowjob. Robert walked to his bed and picked up her panties, walked over to her and wiped at the juices, which were running down her legs. Tossing her panties in the trash can, he walked to his bed and stretched out. Marge recovered after a couple of minutes and walked, rather hobbled into the bathroom. I heard the shower running and twenty minutes later, she came out, a small towel hiding her nudity. She walked between the beds and picked up her clothing and Robert grabbed the towel, pulling it from her. He chuckled as she glared at him. I expected her to dress in the bathroom however, she remained where she was, dressing in sight of us as we watched. She didn't see her panties in the trash and finally gave up looking for them and walked to the door. Robert said, "Marge, you give about the best fuck and blowjob I have ever had." She glared at him as she opened the door, almost running into a tall girl. She sidestepped and walked past the girl. The young girl walked into the room, "You gave me the wrong room number, you bastard." She was talking to Robert as I jumped up quickly looking for my trousers. "So, I got the numbers mixed up bitch, shut up and come over here and suck this." He spoke hateful to her as he was waving his prick. She surprised me when she crawled on the bed and reached for his prick. I had one leg up about to slip it into my trousers, and looking at her I lost my balance, falling on my bed. "It's already been sucked," I heard her say. "Well, suck the suck off it," he replied. I regained my balance. I started again, with my trousers but I turned to look at them when I heard a muffled noise. She was sucking his prick. I watched for more than five minutes and my arms and leg was getting tired. I looked back and saw I was holding my trousers, with my leg lifted. I tossed the trousers to the floor, lay back on the bed, and watched as she continued with the blowjob. He looked over at me, and pushed her from his prick. "Get naked," he said, it's almost time for bed. She looked over at me as she lifted her sweater over her head. She had nice round tits, probably not enough to fill a 'B' cup but plenty to chew on. Her shorts were white and they hugged nice ass graciously. They were cuffed and came almost to mid thigh, a pretty sight. She stepped off the bed and removed her shorts and panties. Robert took her panties and tossed them at the trashcan, rimming it where they lay half in and half out. "You don't wear panties bitch," he said. She glared at him but moved between the beds when he told her, "Stand over here and finish, he wants to look at your nice ass." She bent and started sucking his prick again. I was staring at her ass, gaining an erection. I stroked it a couple of times and Robert shook his head, pointed to her ass and gave me the finger in the hole motion. I shook my head and he nodded. I rose and stepped behind her. Her height was perfect for my six feet and she tensed as I placed my hands on her hips. Robert held her head firm. "Keep sucking bitch," he said and motioned for me to continue. I drug my prick through the crack of her ass and she spread her legs, wide. I dipped and my prick slipped between her legs and she guided it into her wet pussy. I pushed and she pushed back, burying about three inches inside her opening. I heard a slight moan and she pressed harder against me, and I pushed, this time much harder, getting a loud moan as all seven inches filled her. I began fucking into her and she was pushing back, meeting my plunges, all the time moaning while sucking Robert's prick. I played with her small breasts and worked her clit. I think she came once but I couldn't be sure. I came many minutes before Robert because I fell back on the bed after I filled her hole. I was almost asleep when I heard him moaning loudly. "I'm cuming, drink it all," were the last words I remember. ------- Chapter 4 I woke shortly after six. After a shower and shave, I was fully awake and dressing when the young girl began stretching. Her nudity didn't seem to embarrass her, as she lay on the bed watching me, and when I finished dressing, she rose from the bed, smiled and spoke as she passed me on her way to the bathroom. I heard the shower and I knew there were no towels hanging on the rack for her to dry herself. These cheap motels only hang two towels in a room and I waited for the shower to shut off before I picked up the towel Marge had used the night before and knocked on the bathroom door. She opened the door partially, accepting the towel as I held it extended. She smiled and said, "Thank you." She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, her body looked fresh as she walked past me with her shoulders back, proudly showing her breasts. I studied her as she dressed in shorts and pullover; she was an attractive girl, not a beauty, but she looked refreshing, a definite pleasure to watch. "I'm going for some breakfast, care to come along?" I asked. "Swell," she said, "I'm hungry." I drove to the restaurant Marge and I ate in the day before, it was clean and the food excellent. I began a conversation, my first question, "What do you prefer to be called?" "Kimmie," she said, "my name is Kimberly, but my friends call me Kimmie." "Okay, Kimmie," I said, "I hope you are hungry because the food is excellent. How did you meet Robert?" I queried. "Mom brought him home Saturday morning. He stayed when she went to work Saturday night and we started talking and one thing led to another and she caught us in bed when she came home Sunday evening. She kicked me out." She didn't seem too concerned about being kicked out. "What are you going to do now?" I asked. "I'll wait a few days and go back home. Mom gets mad and runs me off, and I always go back in a few days. This is the third time she has kicked me out." She was brushing lint from her pullover. "Where do you work? Maybe your boss knows where you can get a room for a few days; motels are not the best places you know." I heard we were moving soon and she would need a place after tonight. "I don't work, you can't get a decent job until you're sixteen," she said. "How old are you?" I asked. I knew she looked young but- - -. "Fourteen," she replied quickly. I looked quickly at her and saw she was watching me. I guess my expression gave me away because started giggling. Now she sounded fourteen that giggle was the sound normally made by youngsters. "Does that surprise you?" she asked grinning at me. "No," I said, "actually it shocks me. I guessed you to be seventeen or eighteen." I fudged because I never thought she looked eighteen. Damn, I thought, I have this sorry job because I had fucked a fifteen year old and now I have screwed a fourteen year old. My life was headed in the wrong direction, I am going downhill. We sat through breakfast and during our conversation, I learned she was intelligent and quite witty. I had the server prepare three cups of coffee for take out and we spoke casually as I drove to the motel. She was a tease I learned during our return; she turned and placed her left foot in the seat, close to her buttocks, and I saw the smiles when I made quick glances at the junction of her thighs as I drove to our motel. I woke Robert and gave him a coffee, opening one for myself. He was sitting on the side of the bed and when he noticed Kimmie he spoke, "Are you still here bitch, come over here and give me a kiss." She smiled, quickly stood, and sashayed her hips as she walked to him. When she reached his side, he pointed at his semi erect prick and she looked down, smiling she glanced at me, and dropped to her knees, taking his shaft in her mouth. He guided her through the blowjob, degrading her with foul language continuously. The following two weeks were not much different. A few sales, barely enough to get by on, beer and liquor in the evenings, however a blowjob or fuck whenever I wanted it. I thought about Kimmie's age every time she sucked or we fucked, however she had a great looking body and I was getting too much enjoyment from watching her prancing around continually nude. I was surprised and happy, the morning we met at our usual nine a.m., and James said we were moving cities. He told me to take the women, work the morning, and drive to Mission after lunch, giving me directions to the motel where we would be staying. I pulled Robert to the side and asked what he was going to do about Kimmie, and he said he would send her home. We worked the morning, each woman making above average sales and checked out of the motel at one; Kimmie was standing by my car when we loaded our suitcases. She came to me and said Robert told her to ride with me. I pointed to the car, nodded, and noticed she had but the small bag she came with two weeks earlier. We drove to Mission, a two-hour drive, and met James at the motel. Kimmie followed James to his room and I drove Marge to a store we passed entering town. She spent a couple of hours shopping and we returned to the motel. The motel was much nicer than the last one, having both a restaurant and a lounge, and other facilities. I was the only man remaining and I asked James about the others. His story was, Cameron had a warrant against him for public intoxication, and he sent the men to the next town to work, adding he had picked up a partial crew, from another agency. There were now eight in that group, and only four in our group. We could no longer share rooms and the women were using a roll-a-way bed. Marge refused to sleep on that type bed and I jokingly said she could share my room. It came as a surprise but she quickly agreed. We worked for the next three days, each having great success, and I began making two or three sales a day. I enjoyed working in the subdivisions much better than in the low housing district. The women were younger, prettier, I found the majority of the housewives to be teasers, flashing a tit, a large expanse of thigh, and many times, I enjoyed getting a quick flash of puss. Marge laughed at me while I was trying to discuss it with her, "They do it because you are young, plus you embarrass easily. You will get teased until you learn to control your embarrassment. After you learn to control yourself, the serious women will get down to business." "Get down to business?" I asked, "I don't understand." "Honey, Robert boasts of how many women he gets in bed with, which is nothing once you get the hang of the way things work." She said smiling however I could see a displeased look on her face as she turned away and began shaking her head. The afternoon of the third day I scored. I was giving a presentation and the young wife edged close, pressing her breasts against my arm initially. I drew away the first time she made contact with my arm but when she pressed against me the second time, I pressed against her breast. I saw her smile and look up, however I was nervous and kept my eyes looking at the book containing the covers I was showing her. I managed to glance at her breasts a couple of times, and I could see far down her blouse, her breasts covered by her bra. I was nervous, scared really, and I almost pissed myself when she rose quickly, "I'm thirsty, would you like a cold drink?" she asked, already walking to another room. "Yes, thank you," I said. My whole body was trembling and the silence was deafening, I could hear my heart beating. My hearing felt amplified. I could hear the ice dropped into glasses, and the sound of the drink being poured into the glasses would have made me need to piss however, I had an erection. Just her casual contact had upset me, coupled with the sight of the bra cupped around her breasts. "Sorry, but we only have cola, I hope that's okay," she said as she leaned over and placed the drink on the small table. I looked up, my eyes never got higher than the neck on her blouse because I could see her breasts, and a bra no longer covered them. My tongue felt like a foreign object, dangling in my mouth, as I tried to respond. My mind flashed lights and felt as thought it was disconnected to my body, I was sort of floating. The pressure of her unrestrained breasts, against my arm became a comfort as I blurted out, "Yes, cola is fine." Marge told me this would happen, "You will have other opportunities," she had forewarned. The cold drink seemed to calm me because after I finished it my hand went to her leg and I applied a small amount of pressure. Her hand covered mine and she applied much more pressure. I looked at her blouse sideways and let the back of my hand slide slowly across her stomach, my thumb barely touching the underside of her breasts. I thought I was being denied when her hand stopped mine however, there was a slight pause before she pressed my hand higher, firmly against the lower side of her breast. She met me half way, when I turned my body toward her she was facing me; my hands went to her breasts as her hands pulled my face to meet hers. I loosened the buttons on her blouse, and cupped a hand over each bare breast. Her nipples were erect and she broke the kiss. Taking a breath she spoke, her sound much like mine earlier, as it squeaked from her lips, "Not here," she said. I followed as she led me down the hallway, stopping as we entered her bedroom. She pushed me backwards, closed the door and we entered a room across from hers. It was just a small bedroom, containing a bed and a small dresser. She turned to me and removed her blouse. Covering her breasts with the blouse, as I loosened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. She was standing in plain white cotton panties, still covering her breasts as I undressed. I removed my skivvies and then she allowed me to remove her panties. I kissed her and she wrapped her arms around me, our bodies finally making full contact. Her breasts were round, and soft, pressing against my chest and my prick rose. I tried pushing her on the bed but she resisted, taking a firm foot stance on the floor. Our lips remained pressed firmly together as her tongue searched the internal crevasses' within my oral cavity. My hands held her ass cheeks and as I slipped a finger into the crease between her buttocks, I could feel her body pressing tighter against me. I touched her nether hole and her body flinched. I was late picking up the girls and as soon as Marge closed the door, she looked at me and began laughing. "You did it, I can tell by the look on your face." Dana was standing on the curb and she slammed the door shut as she sat heavily into the seat. I could see displeasure on her face. It changed to a big grin when Marge said, "JJ got his cherry busted this afternoon." Two blocks over, we began searching for Holly. She wasn't on the corner she was supposed to be on, and we drove around and around, through the sub-division. We had been driving twenty-five minutes when Dana pointed to her coming out of a house. I stopped for her, and she was complaining as she entered the car. Dana asked if she had her cherry busted. This brought a round of laughter, to everyone except Holly, and Dana and Marge began telling her about my afternoon. We were almost at the motel when I caught Holly's eyes looking at the rear view mirror. She smiled and winked. That was the most direct communication we had working together. Supper had passed, and I had been the blunt of the conversation. I had enjoyed the evening, as had my co-workers. It was the first time I had seen them all laughing at one time, and tonight it happened over a dozen times. As I said, they were laughing hard, because they were laughing at me. Marge and I were lying in our separate beds, the lights were out, and the room was silent, when Marge asked, "Would you tell me about this afternoon?" "Only if you come over here where I don't have to shout," I said. I heard her snicker, but she moved to my bed and I sat upright, placing the pillows behind my back. I placed her between my spread legs and pulled her back where her back was supported by my chest and stomach. I pushed her upright and pulled her pajama top over her head, tossing it towards her bed and pulled her back once again. I wrapped my arms around her body, squeezed her tenderly, and let my hands slide to her breasts. I toyed with her breasts tenderly and lovingly as I told the story. She snickered when I came to the part about her refusing to allow me in her bedroom and taking the guest room, drawing another snicker when I couldn't get her in the bed. All the while, I was playing with Marge's breasts and her nipples were rock hard. "I was sliding my finger across her asshole and each time it passed over, she pressed her body hard against me, trying to keep my finger from her little hole. My prick was pressed between us, and her body moving was actually jacking me off. I continued touching her asshole, just to get her to press her body forward and I erupted, right between our bodies." I was embarrassed. I continued my story about the afternoon, "She rushed from the room, I heard water running, and she was cleaning herself, so I just lay across the bed. My prick was wilted. I listened to the water run a long while, and when it stopped, she came into the room with a wet hand towel and tried to clean me, however she tried to stay off the bed. That didn't work too well so she did get on the bed, however she stayed on her knees. I was trying to play with her breasts and she kept moving from me." "Soon, I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed again. We began kissing and I don't remember standing but I did, we were kissing while standing again. My prick became hard again, and she was the right height, because it forced its self between her legs and against her mound. I positioned my prick at her opening, as we kissed, and shoved hard, my prick entered her, and I busted her cherry. She wasn't the lady of the house, she was a sister, and she was visiting. She told me later, she didn't want to get on the bed because if she bled when I took her cherry her sister would know. She did bleed when her cherry was busted, but it was on my prick, and the rest ran down her legs." "We never fucked on the bed, we fucked on the sofa in the living room, but that was after I ate her pussy and she sucked me hard again. When I left she was sprawled on the sofa, with one foot on the floor and the other on top of the sofa, and she was masturbating." I laughed aloud as I made a final remark, " I hope she was quick, because her sister pulled into the driveway before I got into my car, and I was only parked across the street." I heard Marge moaning loudly and did not realize I was working four fingers in her open wet pussy. I stopped but she cried out. "No, don't stop now, I'm almost there." Marge was begging me and she was not being quiet about it. I put four fingers back and worked as fast as possible, plunging them in and out and with my free hand I began twisting and pulling on her clit. That brought her over the top and her body became stiff, pressing against me. She pulled my hand from her clit however, she let me keep working my fingers in her spread pussy for a few minutes. I removed my fingers when her body became completely relaxed against me. We lay still a few minutes, and when I tried to move her, she was sleeping. Things were odd because I hadn't seen James or Kimmie after we drove to our work area the first morning. He was never in his room at night, when we finished work. I would see him later however he usually had a beer in his hand or would be talking to someone, so I hadn't troubled him. Saturday morning I was passing the desk and the clerk waved me over, placing a package on the desk as I approached. I took the package, lifting it a couple of times to judge its weight and contents. After breakfast I walked to James' room, and knocked, I was actually surprised when he opened the door and stepped back, inviting me in. The room was a shambles. Kimmie lay sprawled across the bed, legs spread and in the nude, and overall she looked like hell. Her hair was a mess, red marks covered her ass and back, and very noticeable red rings around her wrists and ankles. I saw she had dark rings under her eyes, and when she tried standing, she fell; she was too drunk to stand. I looked at her as James opened the package, contained selling aids literature, I saw as he removed the covering. I asked, "What happened to Kimmie?" James chuckled and said, "She turned down a hundred bucks for an ass fuck last night. When the mark got to three, I tied her to the bed and gagged her. She has a twelve hundred dollar asshole this morning. She has made me two and a half grand this week, much more profitable than magazines." My stomach churned as I looked at Kimmie and I rushed from the room. I was half way to our room when I stopped, bent over quickly, and barfed. I finally made it to my room and washed my face, brushed my teeth for a long time, and then lay on the bed. Marge had been napping but she woke up, looked at me, and said, "You are as pale as a ghost, are you sick?" I said, "I just left James' room and " I explained what I had seen and why I became sick. "JJ," she said, "you don't know?" she was asking me a question and I had no idea what she was asking. "Know what? What am I suppose to know?" I asked her. "Your Kimmie is not fourteen, and she is a prostitute. She used your room at the last motel and James is pimping for her here. You really thought she was fourteen?" She was trying not to grin, actually laugh. "Yes, but she said..." I stopped, beginning to feel really stupid. "JJ, she is not your street prostitute, she works motels and hotels, she charges much more than the girls walking the streets, and the businessmen pay, they pay well because she does look much younger than her age." Her smile was breaking through and I knew she was going to start laughing aloud any moment. I lay back on the bed and made a silly remark, "I just thought she was a young girl who had a tiff with her mother." Marge began laughing and when she could speak said, "I think it's really remarkable you thought so much of her welfare." I lay on the bed and dozed a while, waking when Marge shook me, "Did you call your mom this weekend?" Looking at my watch as I sat up, I slept about four hours and was hungry. "No, I haven't called, let's get some lunch and then I'll call." We went for lunch and I called dad, finding no change at home, however there had been no more visits by the police. Eileen had stopped by, just leaving thirty minutes before I called. Dad and mom were beginning to think a lot of her as she had stopped by and talked to them three times. I passed the information to Marge about my phone conversation and drove back to the motel. I went to the bathroom and when I emerged, Marge was leaning on a chair in front of the mirror, and she was nude. She didn't speak but there was not a need for words, I knew what she wanted. Twenty minutes later, we were lying on her bed, my head propped on a pillow, and she was propped on me. I was playing with one breast, my arm dropped over her shoulder, which made a good pivot and I tugged, pulled, and twisted a nipple, making the breast move in various positions, as she lay silent. I continued playing with her breast and she placed her hand on my prick, feeling it jump to life. She just held it, no pressure, no squeezing it. I felt it slowly become limp and I was hoping she would at least jack me off. She said in a soft voice, after my prick became limp in her hand," Do you ever think of lying on the bed with your mom like this?" I stiffened, as well as my prick. I didn't speak because I didn't want to make a fool of myself by denying it when my prick was hard in her hand. "Well, I got my answer. Do you wish you could do this to Eileen's mother?" My prick jumped again, it was very hard now. "How about Eileen, will she let you do this to her?" My stomach tightened and I felt my eruption coming. She felt it also because she was prepared and when my fluids spurted from my prick, she began a hand job. I felt my body tense shortly before I spurted, four times, producing very little sperm. "When you go back home you should think about what you just did. Do you think they could cum just thinking about you?" She rose up on an elbow, "Did you ever think you would cum just thinking about your mother or your girlfriend's mother?" "She is not my girlfriend, "I said, "I just took her to the lake one night." "You'll see her again; she has become sort of a permanent fixture at your house. You said your mom and dad like her and I know you like her mother," she said as she squeezed my prick gently. "Maybe one day you can get Eileen and her mother in bed together," she joked. My prick showed signs of growing again at her last comment. I had never thought of getting both women in bed however, I knew, at that moment, I wouldn't mind trying. I had to take a shower to get Eileen and her mom off my mind. When I returned to the room, Marge was wearing a robe and dozing. We were eating lunch Monday and Marge was sitting beside me. I wasn't paying much attention to the conversation because Marge was rubbing on my leg. I was getting a little uncomfortable and she whispered softly, "I only have twelve more days and I go back to the boring life of a housewife." "Are you trying to tell me something?" I whispered back. "I just wanted you to know I was counting the days," she said. "Do you want to play this afternoon?" she asked quietly. "I was at one house this morning and it looked interesting, I told them I would be back later with a friend. They both seemed pleased and I don't think you will be disappointed, she has some giant tits," Marge whispered looking at the others to insure they were busy elsewhere and not listening to our conversation. "What about you?" I asked. "She looked good to me," she said and I looked at her strangely. "A woman?" I asked her again whispering. "I told you I have ten days before I return to a boring life, I want to try it, please?" She was really asking my approval. I finally consented and Marge would tell me no more than the couple was very nice... We walked to the door and I was very apprehensive however, Marge was excited. I knocked and a sharply dressed middle-aged man came to the door. He smiled and said, "Come in, I told my wife you would return," were his words as he pointed to a sofa. Marge walked to the sofa and sat, letting out a groan as she fell much lower than expected because the sofa was so low. He smiled and held a hand to me, "Haley," he said introducing himself. Would you like something to drink; we'll take care of your friend shortly." "JJ," we shook hands, a firm, and solid grip. "Yes, thanks, anything cool would be nice." a straight back chair beside the low sofa suited me more than the sofa. Watching Marge, as she began squirming, made me wonder if we had maybe bit off more than we could chew, I didn't like her nervousness. "How much were you expecting?" Haley asked, looking at Marge. Marge had a shocked look on her face, and turned to me. "That hasn't been discussed," she said. Haley spoke, "Look, I'm prepared to pay three hundred for one and five hundred for both, what do you say? That's the best I can do right now." Shocked at his words, "You mean five hundred for both of us?" I asked. "No, hell no, you just stand back and watch. Maybe you could handle a camera though, how about it?" He seemed rather perturbed at the question. Wow, I felt better. I thought he wanted both to perform with him and I wasn't ready for the male-male love. "Oh, Lacey, are you ready for us? Lacey this is JJ," he said as the woman entered from the hallway and walked close; I rose to take her outstretched hand. She was a handsome woman and her age appeared to be around forty, he a few years her junior. She was wearing loose legged shorts and obviously no bra as the shirt was tied under her breasts, which were larger than average. She looked at Marge, "Yes, you are a beauty; we're going to have a wonderful time." Walking to Marge, she leaned forward and whispered something to her, causing Marge to nod. She took Marge's hand, pulled, and the two women walked down the hall. "I'll get your drink," Haley said, walking from the room and leaving me standing alone. He returned after three or four minutes and Lacey called from the bedroom, "Haley, bring Arthur in please?" Haley left again and when he returned I jumped from the chair and rushed to the door. "He's friendly," Haley said, "he is just excited, he has been in the pen all week. Follow us, the show is about to begin." I followed, taking my time because Arthur was the biggest damn German Shepard I had ever seen. It was less than a minute before I heard Marge yell, "OH DAMN, OH SHIT, TOO BIG!' I approached the room slowly and peered in. I thought it was a bedroom however, it was empty. There was a shelf just inside the door opening with about six cameras of different types and I saw four bolsters, I guessed the smallest to be twelve inches in diameter and the others, each six inches larger than the last. Lacey was on the floor operating a movie camera and Haley was taking pictures as fast as possible with a still model camera. He looked back at me and pointed to the ledge with the cameras, and quickly began taking more snaps with his camera. The large German Shepard was fucking Marge, and her moans and shouts were disturbing. He was brutally driving into her and she was trying to escape. He kept driving into her until she found herself wedged in a corner. When she saw no place to go she seemed to give up and he really began pounding her. Her moans stopped and quickly changed, she was making whining sounds, beginning to enjoy the assault. Arthur stopped moving, and pulled back, making a sucking noise, a little yelp coming from his muzzle. Her pussy was open and it appeared a half cup of his juices gushed from her open hole. Marge was breathing hard and holding tightly to the bolster. It happened quick as only five minutes had passed. Haley placed a leash on the dog and led him from the room. Lacey brought the largest bolster to the center of the room and helped Marge from the corner, placing her over the larger bolster. Marge seemed to relax as she began breathing normal. Lacey was busy, working with a camera and turned, passing one to me, as she knelt beside Marge. They were talking in low tones, rather Lacey was talking, and Marge was nodding. Haley was coming down the hall and I could hear a dog's footsteps. When he walked in with the dog, I thought it was a pony it was so big. Haley saw my concern and said, "Don't worry, this is Alex, Alexander the Great, he is a lover. His size will fool you. This gent is a true gentleman compared to King Arthur. He was patting the giant dog on the shoulders which were above his waist." Haley removed the least when he led Alex behind Marge. I was amazed, Marge had dog cum and her juices trailing down the insides of both legs and Alex began by cleaning her legs of the juices. His tongue was wide and he was slow and meticulous. I watched in amazement, he was so loving and gentle. I could see about eight inches of hard prick under him however Arthur was larger. Arthur had a pointed prick where Alex's prick was blunt and I assumed dogs were like men, each one equipped differently. Alexander was a true lover, slow, thorough, and he covered every inch of Marge's body with his giant tongue, constantly moving back to her pussy, making her beg for his prick. Alex licked and cleaned Marge twice as long as Arthur fucked her. When he mounted her, she was ready and begging. Alex, a Mastiff I learned, weighed two-fifty compared to Marge's ninety-eight. They were a comical sight and I used the roll of film taking their pictures. I was enjoying watching Marge being fucked by the large dog when Haley took the camera and passed me another. Lacey had twice been to the shelf with her camera. Lacey was on her knees, about three feet from the mating pair when they coupled. Alex may have been a gentleman in foreplay however after he was inside Marge he changed. He would be compared to Jeckyl and Hyde, his demeanor changed as quickly. His thrust was deep and quick and he continued, bringing loud moans from Marge each thrust. His motion was much slower than Arthur's was however, his pace was steady, and he kept the steady rhythm as he plunged deep into her more than ten minutes. His weight drove the bolster forward until Marge was once again pressed against a wall. Haley and Lacy continued with their cameras as his rhythm became steady almost compared to the beat of a march; I found myself thrusting my midsection forward, matching his thrusts. There was no doubt when he shot into Marge, thrust deep and hold. This was repeated six times and each time a loud sound came from Marge. She braced after the second thrust however, there was no stopping him as he drove her against the wall. Haley snapped the leash on him immediately when he withdrew from the tiny woman. I had seen dogs tie however, he didn't tie with Marge, and when he was led from the room I could see why, Marge's pussy was gaping and it appeared a cup of fluid was trailing down her legs. Lacey walked behind and filmed her open pussy. She stopped filming, turned, and told me to fist her open hole. I stepped forward and my fist entered her easily; I fist-fucked her as Lacey gave instructions. Two hours after supper, Marge and I had showered and were lying on separate beds, and I kept noticing her wiping between her legs, using a Kleenex. I rose on an elbow and asked, "Are you okay?" She looked at me with a funny expression, "I'm leaking dog cum. I douched and I am still leaking." "Is there anything I can do?" I asked. "Can we talk about this afternoon," Marge asked. "Sure, what do you want to talk about?" I asked. "Well, how do you feel about what I did?" she was watching me close. I was lying on my side with a sheet covering my body and I pulled the sheet back, turning on my back. My erect prick was standing and pointing at the ceiling. "Does this tell you anything?" I asked. She giggled and rose from her bed, came to my bed and lay beside me. "I have wanted to do what I did this afternoon for thirty years. When I was fifteen we had a dog and he started licking my panties when I had my monthlies. One time I pulled my panties back and he licked me to orgasm. I wanted to make it with him but I was a virgin. Dad shot him one day because he caught him licking mom, as he had licked me. I felt bad because I taught him to do it and mom got caught." "I thought it was very interesting and I have had a boner since." I said as I placed my arm around her shoulder. Marge moved lower in the bed and her mouth made contact with my prick. "I can't take that, I am going to shoot my load." I said, trying to push her off my prick. She gave an extra hard suck and looked up at me, her mouth remaining on my prick. "Now," I said, and my prick erupted into her mouth. She didn't catch it all and much of my fluids ran from the side of her mouth. She tried hard however; she kept sucking until the last drops came. Marge was lying in the crook of my arm when I woke. She woke when I moved, needing to drain my willie. Her first words were, "Eleven more days." As we were walking out the door, going for breakfast she stopped me and said, "Before we start work today, is there anything you would like to do or see, or even seen done? I can't fuck today but I will help you any way I can." "If I think of something I'll let you know." I said as I held the door for her. She looked up at me and said, "I sure am sore this morning, but I had a memorable time." She was grinning but she was walking carefully, you might say tenderly. She went to bed early that evening, still complaining of soreness. The following morning, Marge was feeling her normal self. She was the first out of the car when we went for breakfast, telling us how hungry she was on the drive. Holly hung back. We were walking in the door and Holly placed her arm on mine, and speaking quietly said, "Let me out last this morning, I have something for you." Her words bedazzled me because that was the most words she had spoken to me since our introduction. The remainder of the breakfast was normal, Holly ignored me, and Marge was her usual self, giving her positive talk as she ate. The only difference for the morning was I got an odd look from Marge when I dropped her at a work area before I dropped Holly. I smiled at her, as I normally did, and then followed Holly's directions. I drove to the street we worked the day before and Holly pointed out a house, "You need to go to that house because I am sure you could make a sale." We drove past it and she told me where to drop her, which was at the last house she worked the day before. She told me the direction she was working and smiled as she stepped from the car. I didn't know what to expect and I drove to a small store and went inside, I wanted to think and I could think better with a cup of hot coffee. I thought about the house as I drank the coffee and then said, "What the hell, I'll try." I drove to the house and parked. I sat and worried for a few minutes before I built up the nerve to go to the door. This should have been like any other door I knocked on however I knew it was different, Holly never gave me a referral before. I knocked and when the door opened, I felt lightheaded. I was staring at a goddess. She couldn't have been a day older than I was, even with the baby on her hip. I know I stuttered as I introduced myself, telling her my rep was by yesterday and I learned she was busy, and I was making a follow-up call. I thought I was looking at my movie idol. I knew I was looking at Madge and Jeanne, from "PICNIC" and "JEANNE EAGELS", Kim Novak. I dropped my notebook, covering my growing erection. Her voice was a duplicate of Kim's soft voice, as she asked me to come in. I came in, rather I stumbled in, grabbing the door for support to keep from falling face down on the floor. This appeared amusing to her as she quickly stepped back, "I never had a man fall at my feet before," she said. I was wiped out. She could have told me to fly a kite and I would have tried. I felt like an idiot when she said, "Have a seat," pointing to the sofa. I fell back on it even. My eyes were glued to the white shorts, covering her ass, as she walked to the playpen and lay the baby down. I quickly covered my erection when she looked at me as she leaned over the pen, her breasts hanging freely, unhampered by a bra. She looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry I was busy yesterday, I'm glad you came back today. I really didn't think you would." When she sat beside me, I was comatose. I was only brought back to life by her soft voice and her hand on my knee. "I like a man with strong hands," she said as she squeezed my leg. Actually, I was still in a catatonic state and didn't understand her words. When she moved her hand further up my leg and repeated her statement, I jumped; she was coming awful close to my erection. Her words and her hand brought me back to realization, the second time she said, "I like a man with strong hands," she squeezed my leg and I felt the pain race through my body, she had a grip. I know I was slow, but suddenly I realized what Marge had told me, opportunity knocks and you have to take advantage of it, and I remembered Holly had specifically told me to come to this house. I didn't know what Holly knew however I was confident in Marge's words. I placed my hand on her knee and squeezed, applying just a slight pressure. When her hand covered mine, my heart started pounding. She was going to yell and I would be caught and charged with assault. I looked at her and saw her eyes on mine. I tried to remove my hand however, she held it firmly and began pulling it up her thigh. She could feel my resistance and this seemed to excite her as I could see her breathing heavier, taking gasps of breath. I was lifeless, and actually afraid, as she continued until my hand was pressed firmly against her crotch. Giving a soft moan, she began pressing and releasing the pressure, as my hand was pushing into the 'V' of her shorts. A blank expression came to her face and she was no longer looking at my face, however her motions continued. I realized my prick was hard. The baby cried out and she jumped, and I almost shit my pants. She rushed to the playpen and leaned over, repositioning the baby's bottle. She remained bent over and my prick jumped to life again. Her sudden movement had, not only scared the hell out of me, it also caused my erection to disappear. My hands were trembling, hell my whole body was shaking. "Hand me one of those diapers please," she said, pointing to a stack of folded diapers in the chair across the room. I stood, my legs weak, however I managed to get a diaper and walk to her. Her hand touched mine as we transferred the piece of cloth, and I felt a light squeeze on my hand as she took it from me. The contact was accidental and casual as my hip made contact with her raised ass. She looked up at me, her head still leaning deep in the playpen, and I could see the underside of her breast, as well as the smile. My hand trembled as I placed it lightly on her hip, more of a stabilizing effort for my trembling legs. I held it there as she changed the baby's diaper effortlessly. Her hand covered the hand on her hip as she rose, and when she turned to me, I was pulled to her body. She looked up and I wanted to kiss her. Apparently, she had the same idea because her free hand reached behind my neck and pulled my face to hers. I don't remember much of the kiss, or the walk to her bedroom. I remember everything from the point she was rolling the prophylactic on my prick. My pants and skivvies were hanging on my ankles and I stepped from them as she pulled the spread back and pushed me on the bed. I was on my back and she was smiling at me as she raised the shirt, and seeing it was buttoned, unbuttoned it quickly and tossed it aside. Stepping from her shorts, she crawled on the bed, straddling me. She placed my hands on her breasts and guided my latex covered prick into her opening. She didn't ease down, she dropped, my moan was much louder than the one she gave. She began fucking me. I was lying motionless and she was doing all the work. I was playing with her breasts and her milk hit me in the face, as spurts went on my chest and to either side of my head. "Harder," she said as she leaned back and placed her hands of the soft flesh on my legs, close to her ass. When she said, "Harder," the second time, it was harder. She squeezed the soft flesh on my legs and I screamed out as I rose quickly, driving my prick hard into her and at the same time I squeezed her breasts. It seemed milk went in about ten different directions, each a tiny stream, as I gripped her breasts tightly, an automatic response from her almost ripping the flesh from my leg. Her motions became faster and each time she muttered, "Harder," she got it harder. I needed my legs and, although she didn't try to tear the flesh from my legs, she did maintain a firm grip on the soft flesh. She started cuming and I was ready, she didn't have to tell me harder because I began driving upwards into her, and pulling on her breasts at the same time. I was close to cuming and I was working as hard as she to reach the crest. I was soaked with her milk, and the bed surrounding me. I came, raising my body, my heels and head were the only parts touching the bed as I tried to drive my prick through her. I could hear her moans as she came however, they were mostly drowned out by my sounds. We lay together minutes later, I was on my side and she on her back, as I toyed with her nipples, getting small squirts of milk as I squeezed one gently. She turned her head in my direction and kissed me on the forehead. "That was the best fuck I have ever had, " I said, "as well as the messiest." I began laughing and then she started. She thought I was laughing at the comment about it being so messy I guessed, however I was laughing at myself. Fucking a fifteen-year-old girl had put me in the situation I was in, having fucked a fourteen year old later, and now a young, married mother. My laughter was because I actually enjoyed the fifty year old much more than the younger girls, she seemed to give herself where the younger girls were using my body. True, they were younger and softer, however they were takers, and Marge and Dana were giving themselves, their bodies and souls. My prick was hard and I rolled over on the young mother. Her legs spread as I swiped my prick through her wet opening, burying it without any thought of her. I wasn't gentle as I drove into her body savagely, thinking only of my own relief. She was fortunate because she came twice, rather loudly, before I came, burying my seed into her as deep as I could thrust. When I rolled from her soft body, exhausted, I remembered I hadn't used a prophylactic that round. We lay silently for a long while. I looked at her sleeping body and went to her bathroom. Taking a quick shower, I scrubbed my prick, thinking about the clap. I don't know why it was on my mind at that moment, I hadn't thought about it before. I dressed and when I returned to the bedroom, I woke her. I had her sign the order forms and told her I was owed one hundred dollars. She reached into the nightstand and counted out one hundred, looking at me strangely all the time. I walked from the room, stopping at the door, "I'm sorry, I forgot to use a rubber that last time." She screamed, and called me a few names as I walked down the hallway. I heard the shower come on before I gathered all my material and walked out the door, looking at the sleeping baby once more before I closed her door. I drove down the street and Holly was standing on the corner. She got in the car and said, "You're late," and smiled at me. She could see the smile on my face as I drove and picked up the rest of the crew. I repositioned the crew after lunch and when I stopped to let Holly out, I placed a hand on her arm, causing her to pause and look at me, "Thanks Holly," I said and smiled. She returned the smile and said, "You owe me one," and slid from the car. ------- Chapter 5 I drove up and down a dozen streets, I didn't feel like working. I saw a small diner and pulled into the unpaved lot, hitting each pothole. I walked inside and it was cool, and I was the only customer. I sat at a table and the waitress brought me a glass of water. I didn't even look up, and ordered coffee. I saw the cup slid in front of me and heard a voice, "Problems with your women?" she asked. I nodded and looked up for the first time. My eyes stopped at hers, however they didn't miss the large hanging breasts as they passed. She stood almost six foot and her hair was pure gray, and I guessed her to be about fifty plus years. Her voice was soft as she smiled, "I figured as much, a good looking boy like you, sitting here in deep thought." I caught myself staring at her, and smiled. "I'm sorry," I said, "I was in deep thought. Thank you," I said, pointing to the coffee. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked. "I am a good listener too, and you can see," she waved her arm around the empty diner, "we aren't too busy." Pulling a chair from the table, she sat down, sideways leaning against the back. "Anyway, my feet hurt because I have been standing all day, I enjoy this last hour, I have been busy today." She started chatting and I found her to be a pleasure to talk to. She was humorous and intelligent. We were talking and I could hear a phone ringing in the back of the diner. It rang many times before it stopped however, she made no attempt to answer it. I was telling her where I was from originally, about my parents and sister when a short fat man came through the back. "Tiny, your ride won't be here today, she said you would have to get a taxi," the fat man called out. "Tiny," I said grinning. "Shut up," she said chuckling, "it's better than Big'un or Lanky, as I have been called. At least it fits me." She laughed and I began laughing with her. She began chattering away again and a few minutes later a younger girl came in. "A customer," I said. She looked up and waved at the girl. "No, my relief," she said. She looked at my cup and saw I hadn't touched the coffee, "I don't live far from here, if you'll give me a ride home, I'll make you a cup of good coffee. Besides, it will save me seventy-five cents on cab-fare." I nodded and raised my palms. "I'll just be a couple of minutes," she said as she left the table and started talking to her relief. I had no doubt she had been working before I came in, I could see the perspiration marks under her arms and her white uniform had a few food stains on it. It was also noticeable her bra was large, the broad straps showing through the white uniform. She didn't live far, less than a mile, and I managed to hit each pothole I missed entering, when I drove in the direction she pointed. I was surprised at the house, it was in a shaded area, and the inside was cool when we walked in. The inside was as neat as the manicured lawn, and there were literally hundreds of small knick-knacks covering the walls and shelves. I sat at the kitchen table, at her direction, and she prepared the coffee maker. "I'll be back before the coffee finishes," she said, "make yourself at home." She left the room and I looked around the kitchen. It was spotless and reminded me of home, especially the canisters; an identical set was on our counter. Returning before the coffee finished, she showered and instead if the white uniform she wore a white cotton robe. She tied it at the waist and it came to her knees, there were no buttons. She removed a mug from the cabinet and turned, "Would you like a mug or cup?" she asked, "I prefer a mug myself." I was looking at her freshly bathed hair, still wet at the bottom, "Mug," I said. When she reached for the mug, on the top shelf in the cabinet, the robe opened and I could see leg, lots of leg, all the way to her fur covered pussy. She filled the mugs and slid the sugar bowl across the table. After the coffee was sugared to my liking, taking my cup, she walked to the door speaking as she walked, "It's cooler in the living room, the damn house is backwards, the sun is in the kitchen in the afternoons." Following her, I sat on the sofa, where she had placed my coffee on the coffee table. Sitting across from me, she started telling me about the knick-knacks, mostly gifts from friends. She was easy to listen and talk to, and before I realized it, I told her the story why I was in town, thus the reason for the job I was working. While I was telling my story, she refilled our coffee, and now was sitting beside me on the sofa. When I finished telling the story, up to the point of my making it with the young mother that morning, she had one hand on my leg and one of my hands was on her thigh. She casually removed the hand from her thigh and brought it to her breast as she leaned and kissed me lightly on the lips. The first kiss was light and when I began massaging her breast, she pulled my hand from her body and tugged it, and I followed her to her bedroom. The spread was turned back when we entered and she stopped beside the bed and smiled at me, dropping the robe. I looked at her body, all six feet of it. She wasn't fat and her breasts hung heavily, probably thirty-eight or forty 'D' when she was younger, and her areola were large. It was noticeable I became aroused, my prick stretched the front of my trousers as she moved to the center of the bed, her dark bush the opposite of the hair on her head. Removing my clothing quickly, I climbed into the bed with her. I lay beside her and she pulled a breast to my mouth, the mate hanging on the far side of her body. I sucked and kissed on the nipple, trying to get the entire areola into my mouth. She was moaning as I reached for the other breast and began sucking both at once. The nipples were slow to become hard, however I managed to get both erect, and I could see she enjoyed my mouth manipulating both. She rose in the bed and let her breasts hang, hovering just above my lips. Lowering her breast, she let one slide on either side of my face and I was kissing her breastbone as she pressed the breasts against my head. She raised and looked at me smiling, "Did you ever have an illusion of being smothered with tits?" as she lowered one on my face, letting her weight flatten it. When I became short of breath I nipped the nipple where I knew it was painful and she raised quickly, laughing as she looked down at me. My prick was stretched and I tried to get it in her opening. "Wait," she said, "I'm not as young as I once was, you will tear me with that." Reaching to a nightstand, she took a jar of petroleum jelly, and scooping a goodly amount, covered my prick, rubbing the remainder into her opening. Rolling to the side, she pulled me on top, "Remember, I am not as young as I was, and these things will beat you to a pulp if they get swinging," she said as she pressed her breasts together. "You will have to go slow, and please, be careful." I spread her legs, as long as they were, they were difficult to spread wide. I lowered my body and she guided my prick to her opening. I pressed gently, and she moaned loud, shifting her body, and nodding as she looked up at me. I pressed again and I saw her take her lip between her teeth, however she didn't make a sound. She was tight, much tighter than Eileen, and Eileen professed to being a virgin. I pressed harder and my prick seemed to jump into her body, about four inches was inside her, but her loud scream was as though I had bottomed out. I held as still as I could, her body was trembling. Before she moved a muscle my body began to tremble, I was in an awkward position and I was going to have to move. I kept immobile as long as I could and finally my leg gave way and the remainder of my prick was driven deep into her body, driven by my weight. I gave a loud shriek at the same time as she, only I saw a grimace in her face. My prick was rock hard and I couldn't believe it when she muttered, "Take it out please." I thought for a moment and finally began withdrawing my prick slowly; getting moans from her as I slowly removed my full length. I thought we were finished, and she surprised me when she moved from the bed and took a giant pillow from the closet. Placing it on the bed, reaching for the jar of petroleum jelly again, she forced a large amount into her opening, working it thoroughly into her pussy, almost to the point of masturbation. I was getting close, and afraid I was going to shoot my wad watching her work the jelly into her pussy, using only one finger. Scooping more from the jar, she covered my prick again, and crawled into the bed, positioning the pillow under her hips. "Okay, I'm ready," she said as she looked at me. I crawled between her legs and she guided my cock head once again, this time I slipped in slowly as she gave small moans, the angle much better for her, she was pulling on my ass all the time. I was buried fully, and I heard a long sigh. It was I. She was so tight, she felt like she was crushing my prick, but the sensation was like none I ever imagined, I was ecstatic. I began moving slowly, in and out, and I heard small moans from her. When I would pause for a moment, she would either push or pull, not wanting me to tarry. I worked in and out for a long while, my prick remaining rigid however, I wasn't close to cuming. I was surprised as I normally came much quicker. I was beginning to move easier and I made my movements faster. The easier I entered her the faster I went, and she surprised me once more by lifting her legs and trying to lock them behind my back. She realized she wasn't as limber as when she was younger, and finally dropped her legs to the bed. I saw an opportunity and lifted her legs, I had them perpendicular to the bed, and each time I pushed into her, I pushed her legs higher. She was beginning to lubricate herself, or so it seemed, because I was entering her much easier. I started working into her, faster and harder and when I came, I had her knees at her ears, and I shot into her as she had a mini orgasm. She just cooed a little but I let it all out, groaning loudly as I dumped a good load of sperm into her pussy. We lay on the bed a long time, just talking. "I have to go," I said, "I am late picking the girls up and they are going to be mad again." She rushed from the bed, brought a warm damp cloth, and cleaned our juices and the jelly from my prick. She wiped me clean and when she finished, she looked up at me, "The next time you can wash me." I picked the girls up, and was pleasantly surprised when none was mad because I was late; it seemed each had a productive afternoon. The girls were especially cheerful and it carried on through supper and afterwards. We were sitting in the breezeway, even Holly, and having drinks prepared by Marge, that is Holly, Marge and I. Dana was sucking the beers down. There was a family beside our room, a couple in their thirties, with a son fifteen and a daughter ten. I saw Marge talking to him, and she even gave him a few sips from her drink. I grinned at her one time and she smiled back at me, with a gesture of fanning her face. The boy was almost as tall as I and they were bright, he and his sister. Dana and Holly had left for their room and Marge and I were talking to the two youngsters for over an hour. It was close to nine-thirty when their mom came from her room, and she stood against the rail talking for half an hour. My prick rose because she was wearing a housecoat and I caught a flash of leg a couple of times when she turned. I could see her son also noticed because I saw a big grin come on his face each time. She was a sharp looking woman and when her husband called out, she turned to the kids, "Time for bed, we have a full day planned for tomorrow," she said and bid Marge and I good night. I went to bed while she showered and puttered around. I was almost asleep, and she was in bed, when I heard the soft knocks on the door. She jumped from the bed and said, "Shhhh, I'll get it. Go back to sleep." She opened the door and I saw the boy slip into the room. I couldn't hear the conversation but I did hear her say he needed to be quiet. I saw the shadows get into her bed, grinning as I tried to go back to sleep. He was definitely a lover because I listened to her moaning and him grunting for over an hour, finally drifting back to sleep. I woke at six and showered, shaved and woke Marge on my way to breakfast. She normally ate with me however, she didn't wake while I was in the shower. I was walking to the car and Holly came from her room, I waved and she returned my wave. I called out to her, "Want to go to eat?" She nodded and began walking toward me. Other than a "good morning," she never said another word however that was Holly. Seldom did I ever hear her speak, other than to complain about something. I woke Marge when I returned to the room and I can truthfully say, that was the only time I ever saw her when she looked her age. I was driving the girls to the work area and Marge was complaining because she didn't get enough sleep, while Holly was complaining about Dana making noises all night. At the same time, Dana was complaining because she didn't feel well and didn't want to work. I was happy when I dropped them. As soon as they left the car, I felt great. "What a difference twelve hours can make," I said aloud as I drove to the street I was going to work. I had my best morning ever, everything seemed to click, and I sold over two hundred. Lunch was the same, complaining, and once again, I was happy to be in the car alone. Another great afternoon and I exceeded my morning sales. I was feeling great, that is until I picked the girls up, nothing changed from the morning drive or the drive at lunch, constant complaining. I dropped them at the motel and went to supper alone, taking in a movie afterwards. I didn't want to go back to the room and listen to complaints. I was pleasantly surprised when I returned to the room shortly after nine. The young kids, along with Marge and their mother were sitting and talking. The girl, I noticed, was very cute and her mother, looked damn fine. They were both a little red, obviously from too much sun. Marge was her normal self, making us a drink as I leaned against the rail, listening to them. The mother was drinking beer, and twice, when she went for another I saw the boy take a quick drink from Marge's cup, and his sister just grinned each time. Marge and the mother were inside one time and I heard the girl say to her brother, "If you go out tonight, take the key. I don't like getting up at three and letting you in." I saw him nod at her as their mother returned. I looked at her close, she was ten and taking up for her brother. I tried to remember if my sister and I ever had any close relationships, as the young pair had, and I couldn't think of the first time. All I could remember is we were always at one another's throats. I handed Marge my key and went inside, I felt good however, I was tired. I was sleeping when she came in and I didn't hear her. I did hear the soft tapping on our door later, and once again, the shadows crawled into her bed. The same grunts and groans were started however I drifted to sleep land. Marge was her normal self the following morning, waiting for the bathroom after I showered. She was quick and I didn't have to wait on her long, however I did get an opportunity to talk to the young girl a few minutes. They were leaving and she had her stuff in the car, shouting at her brother a few times to hurry. That is the way I saw my sister and myself, and started laughing. The family was leaving at the same time as Marge and I and I saw the coy look Marge gave the boy, causing him to blush. I saw him run after his sister as I pulled from the parking lot; apparently, she now had something on her brother. I had to grin at Marge while we were eating and she grinned back and said, "Stop it!" I had a lousy morning, one sale and that was barely enough to fill the tank with gas and pay for my lunch. I made a quick sale after lunch and felt much better. I walked from the house to the car and didn't feel like working any more for the day. I was getting like James, make a sale, and quit. I was just driving around aimlessly and found myself at a stop sign, across the road was the diner, and Tiny. Driving into the lot, I made sure I didn't miss any potholes earlier, as I found some I thought were new. I went inside and there were a dozen customers today, so I sat at the counter. Tiny came over, a giant grin as she set a cup of coffee before me. I spoke low and asked, "Do you need a ride today?" She replied, also speaking in a low tone, "No, my ride called and she will be here, however my relief called and she is going to be late. Can you come by the house later, PLEASE?" She put emphasis on the please. I nodded and paid for my coffee. I drank it quickly and left, and I guarantee you I hit the remaining potholes. I was going to talk to her about them. I drove around for half an hour and came to the diner again, from a different direction. Having no desire to get disoriented again, I drove to Tiny's street and parked under a shade tree to wait for her. I was dozing when I saw the new Lincoln Continental pull into the drive, two houses from where I was parked. I watched a woman get out, carrying a large package, and walk into the house. The car was out of place in the subdivision, as well as the dress that probably came from the third floor of Lowenstien's. I studied the house for a few minutes, observing the toys in the yard and on the porch. I reached for my binder and crawled out of the car, walking slowly towards the house. I had a funny feeling, I thought I could sell some magazines, and at the same time I was telling myself, she was too old to buy. I knocked on the door and the smartly dressed woman answered. I introduced myself and she opened the door, motioning me in. Pointing to a chair, she said, "Sit." She didn't ask, she instructed. "Just a moment," she said and left the room. I waited, probably more than ten minutes, looking around the room to kill time. I was looking out the window and saw a taxicab and I watched it stop at Tiny's. I also saw Tiny rush to the house and enter. I was still waiting when the woman came back, a young girl close behind. She said, "This is my daughter-in-law, and this is my son's house. We will look at your magazines now." I started the presentation and she took over when I came to the children's magazines. Taking the brochure from me, she started telling the young girl, who couldn't have been eighteen, about the different ones she had let her son read. The girl just nodded as the woman went through the entire brochure, page by page. I listened for forty-five minutes as she spoke of the magazines and when she finished, I dropped my pen. She started naming magazines off so fast I couldn't keep up, and had to ask her to repeat a couple. I walked out of the house with one-twenty-five, all in new crisp bills. I walked to my car and sat, dumb founded. I felt sorry for the poor girl as she had no say in the matter, everything was, "you will this, and you will that," and the girl just nodded. I watched the woman walk to her car and back out, the girl standing in the door and waving. The woman was on the street, and just before she drove forward, waved, and the girl stepped back, closing the door. I saw the wave of the woman as final approval for the girl to continue. I was making entries in my daily log, and when I finished, I looked at the total for the week and slapped my leg. "Damn," I said, "JJ, you are getting good, your best week by far." I started the car and saw the door open at the house I just sold to. The young girl came out, followed by a small boy about two years old. He climbed on a wooden truck and she began pushing him up the drive. I could hear both shouting with joy. I grinned, maybe I was wrong, maybe the girl knew what she was doing after all. She was having a ball pushing her son, and I noticed the long drab dress she wore earlier was replaced with a pair of blue shorts with a matching top. I felt much better as I drove to Tiny's house. I knocked on her door and when Tiny opened the door, I moaned loudly, grabbing my chest. "Get in here, you fool," she said pulling me by the hand. Stepping inside, I just looked at her. She was wearing another robe, however this one just covered the necessary, and I could see about two miles of legs. I did not notice before but she had marvelous looking legs for her age, and they were so long. I looked at the furry house shoes and leaned down and petted one, like you would pet a small animal, looking up at her at the same time. It wasn't planned however I could see her bare pussy, bare where there had been a crop of fur two days before. I stood and reached out, opening the robe, I rubbed my hand past her pussy. I saw her eyes enlarge as I did, and I made another moaning sound. She slapped me on the arm, and took my hand, leading me to the living room, where two steaming mugs of coffee were sitting on the coffee table. I sat behind one as she sat beside me. I just looked at her as I sipped from the mug, smiling all the while. Her smile was equally as bright as she looked at me and began grinning. "You are very observant," she said as she pressed her hands between her legs, pressing against her pussy. "I did it for you, and me really, my husband liked it clean. He said it made it look more edible." She let the last few words trail off where she was barely whispering. "And where is he now?" I asked, immediately sorry after I did. "He was killed D-Day," she said softly and then she became bright again, "I was hoping you would come back," she said joyfully. "I didn't know if you would get my invite or not, but I hoped," she said. "I wouldn't have missed it," I said tracing a hand across her breast. "I was so sore yesterday I almost didn't go to work. You did things I haven't done in years." She looked at me with a big grin on her face. "How do you feel today?" I asked. "I have felt great all day," she said as she leaned and wrapped her long arms around me, giving a tight squeeze. "Finish your coffee, I have something for you," she said as she pointed at my mug of coffee and rising, standing by the coffee table. I picked up the mug of coffee, it had cooled considerably, and I drank it down, setting the empty mug on the coaster. "Ready," I said. "You weren't supposed to do that," she said. "I'm going into the bedroom and I will call you. Don't peak and don't come in before I call, PROMISE!" she was asking but she almost shouted it out. "I promise," I said. "How long will I have to wait?" "You get undressed, BUT YOU DON'T COME IN TILL I CALL, YOU PROMISED," she said loudly. She was walking towards the bedroom, "You get undressed and wait for me to call you, remember, you promised." I nodded, "I promise," I said again. I laughed as she looked back before going into the bedroom and I wondered what she had planned as I started removing my clothing. I was standing outside the bedroom door and my prick was standing fully erect. I heard her grunt a couple of times and then she shouted, "You promised, remember." I called back, "I know, I promised, I am waiting for you to ask me to come in." "Okay," she called, "you can come in." I entered the room and it was all I could do to keep from laughing, and then I thought about what she was doing. It had taken her great effort to pull her legs behind her head, and that was the position she was in. Her legs almost locked behind her head, held by her arms, her pussy bare and exposed. "Take me, quick," she said. It took just seconds for me to get on the bed and press my prick into her opening, and surprisingly, it entered easily. I grasped her legs and pushed hard, the second drive I was buried deep into her pussy. I heard her moan, as she whispered, "So good, so good, Oh, it feels so good." I started stroking into her easily at first, gradually increasing my thrusting speed and the strength behind my drives into her open pussy. I heard her say, "Oh yes, so good," a hundred times as I pushed into her pussy. It was lubricated and we hadn't used any of the petroleum jelly. I began pushing harder, getting many good signs from her moans. I was driving hard, however I wasn't vicious, but I can not say I was all that tender either. I was getting harder as I raised her legs farther, and farther. I glanced up, her toes were buried into the mattress, and her pussy was raised as high as possible. I was plunging down into her pussy and I changed, I started driving towards her head, I wanted my prick to emerge from her mouth. There was a quick change in her moans. She wasn't moaning any longer, she was shouting now, "Yes, Yes, FUCK MY PUSSY, FUCK ME HARD, FUCK ME HARDER, OH SO FUCKING GOOD," and she continued shouting. She came, there was no doubt about it, I had to hang on, she was active, trying desperately to throw me off. At last, she calmed and I was panting I came sometime while she was cuming, but I didn't remember, I was more concerned about her. I couldn't believe it when she curled into a ball and started crying. I listened to her cry for ten minutes before I pulled her to me, massaging her massive breast as she began to quieten. Her nipples were rock hard, and they hadn't been hard before, or at least I hadn't noticed. She was quiet for a while and began sobbing softly as she started to speak, "I have betrayed my marriage, I have fucked another man and enjoyed it." She paused a few moments, gathering herself and then said, "I betrayed my vows, I am the same as a harlot." She was looking at me with teary eyes. "Go," she said, "get out." I was up at my usual time, six and as I walked from the bathroom, Marge was standing outside the door and rushed past me. She didn't close the door and I turned and watched her as she started pissing. "Close the door and give the lady some privacy please," she said. I closed the door and dressed. She was standing in the door watching me when I noticed her. I was bent over tying my shoes and looked up at her, "I'm going to breakfast, do you want to eat this morning?" "I enjoy breakfast on Saturdays as well as other days, yes, I would like breakfast." She was silent as she dressed however, I noticed her eyes remained on me as much as possible. I kept glancing at her and finally I had to ask, "Why are you staring at me this morning?" "I was just thinking how proud you mother must be of you. Mostly I was thinking how much you have changed in the past few weeks, most of it for the better," she smiled and said, "I'm ready and I'm hungry, want to try something new this morning?" "I was thinking the same thing, I want to go to a small diner I found," I replied. As we walked into the diner, Tiny saw us and smiled at me. I felt better, at least she wasn't mad from the day before. Placing water, and coffee before Marge and I, she said, "Look the menu's over and shout when you are ready to order, shout loud, you can see we are busy." Marge looked at the menu a moment and asked, "Is she the reason for the change in you?" "I don't understand," I responded. "Look, don't go ignorant on me, you have been a different person the last few days, and I want to know if she is the cause." She studied the menu before finally laying it on the table, looked up at me and gave a sigh. "JJ, you are a marvelous person, and you are not like the average teen. Most teens wouldn't look twice at me, or that waitress, unless we were naked on a bed with our legs spread, and then they would only see a pussy they wanted to fuck. My concern is you are looking at the wrong women, not that I don't like you looking at me, however you should be going after younger girls, girls your own age." I could feel her looking at me, when I finally looked at her, I saw some concern in her eyes. "You have brought back youth I thought I lost, not saying I feel like a teen, however you showed me I was not ready to be put to pasture. I'm thankful to you for that, but you need to get back to a normal life and JJ, you know this is not a normal life." She was silenced when Tiny came to the table. I managed to get to speak to Tiny a minute when Marge went to the ladies room and after breakfast, we drove to the motel to pick up Dana and Holly, the three women wanted to go shopping. I dropped them at a shopping center and wasted time until one, when I picked up Tiny from work. We were drinking a fresh cup of coffee and Tiny said, "Do you know you have fucked me senseless twice and I don't even know your name." I laughed when I realized I never mentioned my name. "JJ," I said, "they are initials. You have told me they call you Tiny, but you haven't told me your name either." "Mary Louise," she said, "but I probably wouldn't answer to it because I haven't been called that in fifteen years. Look, about yesterday afternoon, I'm sorry. I know this may sound foolish to you, but for a few minutes yesterday, I was living in the past. You made love to me and it felt marvelous, and my mind skipped back to when I was married, your love making reminded me so of my husband's and your face was different." "Are you saying you cheated on your husband and it reminded you of it?" I asked. She was silent for a long while and stared at a spot on the table. When she responded, she nodded non-verbal. "Mary," I thought for a moment, wondering if I was overstepping my bounds, she had my curiosity up however, "Mary, is it okay with you if I call you Mary?" She raised her head a little and her eyes lifted to meet mine, I saw a different person, I saw a bashful woman sitting beside me. "I would like it," she said. "Mary, you husband has been gone for fourteen years, can you talk about him, would you tell me about him?" I asked. A glow came to her face and she looked at me and smiled, and nodded. "He was everything a woman could want in a man and I could bore you talking about him," she said, as she pulled my arm around her shoulder and settled close, leaning against me. She began talking and I heard the clock chiming twelve times, when I finally told her I had to go the bathroom and I was hungry. She gave me a better history lesson that afternoon, and evening, than I got in twelve years of school. She told me about the hardships, and being an almost teen in WWI, how rough it was in the depression years, and then WWII, came along. They lived on a farm so there was always food, however her father made corn liquor also, and getting sugar was a problem. Some of the tales she told were humorous and some were tearjerkers. The prohibition years were the best, she relayed to me. During her evening of educating me, she told me of her first meeting with Robert, her husband. Her father sent her to an address in a neighboring town, he was informed he could buy two-hundred pounds of sugar. She said, "I found the house and when I knocked on the door, I met Robert the first time, and I showed him my money. He told me he needed to insure I wasn't a federal agent and told me to undress." She started laughing and said she would have undressed for him for any reason, she thought he was about the most handsome man she ever saw. "I undressed and he led me to another room, pushed me backwards on the sugar, and fucked me. I didn't resist or even try. We got married three months later," she was grinning. "After that night, he called me 'Sugar" and I literally melted for him." She looked at me and said, "That's the way he was, he took me anytime and any place he felt a notion. It sounds like he was just using me but let me set you straight, he treated me like a queen. He built this house for me, a few years ago I had the bathroom remodeled, new appliances, and cabinets in the kitchen, and new windows, but the rest is his work." She looked around the room and I could see the admiration she had for him in her face. Mary and I slept together that night, our nude bodies pressed against one another and my hand caressed a breast, the extent of our sex play. It felt good to sleep with a naked woman, just to be close and not think about sex. Sunday morning, when I woke I watched her sleep for a few minutes before she woke. She smiled and said she had to pee, and I went to the bathroom with her and she let me watch. She started to put a robe on and I asked her to leave it off, and the whole day we went nude. Wearing an apron, while she cooked breakfast, was the extent of her clothing until I left her house at six on Monday morning, dropping her at work. Sunday, we made love, not fucked, because each time we copulated, it was after a lesson on the female anatomy, and the erogenous areas. We showered together, bathed together and I assisted her shaving her pussy. That was the hardest part of the day because my erection distracted us. The following three afternoons, I would knock on a few doors, but I picked her up at two. The Wednesday she said was our last meeting was a sad day for me, however her daughter and grandchildren were coming the next day. Mary made the afternoon special for me, sucking my prick almost the whole time we spent together. I was almost fucked out that week because every evening Marge wanted to fuck, front or back, it made no difference to her and three nights she asked me to eat her pussy, which I did. Thursday morning, she woke and said "Two days," I felt dejected. I really had enjoyed my days and nights, with her and Mary. I did make over two-hundred dollars that day, the third day in a row, and I stopped at a bank and purchased a cashiers check. I mailed it to mom with a note, another car payment. Marge had a good day, and we stopped at a liquor store, and bought a bottle of tequila and mixer. I had two drinks and I had to stop drinking, it went straight to my head. We were sitting the breezeway, just outside our door, which happened to be the coolest spot in the motel. She was half-drunk and we were talking to the boys in the next room, the conversation casual and friendly, when she asked the three young soldiers to join us for a drink. They were a part of a group of about twelve but the older men went bar hopping, leaving the three minors behind. She was drunk enough, when she learned their friends left them to bar hopping, she put on her own private show for them, a strip tease. She stripped all right, because they plied her with the remains of the bottle and she made men out of them that night. She took them two at a time and when they were exhausted, she was still dancing. She was a little embarrassed the next day when she saw them, not nearly as embarrassed as they were however. Saturday morning I woke and eased from the bed. We made love, off and on, half the night, her present to me, she claimed. Actually, she needed one last good time. She opened her eyes and looked at me, "Today is the day," she said, and I could see she had tears in her eyes. Before we left the room she made me sit on the bed and she sat facing me. I was given another speech, I needed to start seeing girls my own age, and I should find another job and leave this one before it screwed me up permanently. I had the other two girls prepped, and we had breakfast together, each passing her a small inexpensive gift. We hadn't seen, or heard from James in a week, and she left him a short note. It read, "Good bye, Marge." I carried her to the bus station, sitting with her for an hour. She got sentimental and I guess I did myself. The times with her had been fun and I knew I was going to miss her. If nothing else, I would miss the sex. We were in the coffee shop and we could hear a phone ringing, it rang for a long while. When it stopped she looked at me and said, "One last request, call your mom?" I paid for our coffee and we walked to a phone booth. She crowded in with me and I called home. I spoke to mom and dad, and we were about to hang up when dad said, "Wait, someone else wants to speak." "JJ?" the voice said. "Yes," I answered. "JJ, when are you coming home?" I heard dad yell in the background, "Tell him about the police looking for him." I was letting Marge listen to the conversation, her face got as long as mine when I heard that comment. She slipped from the booth, and as I watched her through the glass, I could see she was upset, tears were running down her cheeks. "Eileen?" I asked, finally recognizing her voice. "Yes, who did you think it was?" she asked. "I don't know? I have never heard your voice on the phone." "The police need to talk to you. You saw an accident when you moved here and they want some information, a police officer was involved." She sounded good but I was worried. "Is that why they are looking for me?" I asked. "Yes, what did you think?" she changed her tone. "You didn't tell them about us?" I wondered if she was working me. "NO, are you crazy," she whispered loudly. "You didn't tell your dad about us?" I asked timidly. "NO, do you think I'm crazy, they would ground me till I was eighteen." She was whispering loudly again. "Why was your father calling the house?" I asked. "Mama and I talked him into giving you a full time job as our gardener, that is if you want it. Dad pays well," she said. "Plus, I can see some other benefits also." She giggled. "JJ, please come back home, that job can't be that important. I miss you." "Are you sure you didn't tell your dad and he sent the police after me?" I wanted to be sure. "Are you crazy," she said, "He would be the last person in the world I would tell. Please, come home, I really miss you. If you come home now we have until Wednesday evening to be alone, that's when mom and dad are due back." I thought for a moment, she sounded square, maybe she didn't tell her parents. I hesitated a moment and said, "Okay, I'll come home." "When? How long will it take you? Can you get here tonight?" She was full of questions. "It is a sixteen hour drive," I said. I could hear her counting and she finally said, "That's four in the morning, come straight to my house, I'll be waiting for you. I love you." "Okay, I'll leave here within an hour, tell mom and dad please." I was overjoyed. "No, you come straight to my house, we can tell them tomorrow or the next day. Hurry!" she said and I could hear the joy in her voice. "Okay, I'll see you about four a.m." I said. I knew my voice was happier. "I love you," she said and the phone went dead. Marge could see the difference in my face and she got a big smile on her face. I explained the conversation and she hugged me, kissing me on the lips. We were kissing as the announcement of her bus departure was being broadcast over the loud speaker. She pushed me back to arms length, looked at me for a few moments, then hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear, "Forget this life, but don't ever forget me." She stepped back and I saw the tears in her eyes as she turned and walked to the bus. I wondered if she realized what her friendship and caring had meant to my life. I watched her step up on the bus and she stopped, turned, and stood looking at me for a full minute before she waved again and proceeded into the bus. I drove to the motel, going straight to James' room; I knocked and received no answer. I went to my room, tossed my clothes into my suitcases, packed them in the trunk of the car, and walked to the office. On the way to my car, I stopped by James' room again and taped the note on the door, beside the one Marge placed earlier. It read "Goodbye, JJ." Twenty minutes later, I was on the highway, fifteen miles from town. Sixteen hours later, I was pulling into the driveway of the Redmon residence. Eileen was standing at the door and appeared as a shadow. I walked from the car slowly and just before I reached the door, she turned the inside light on; she was dressed in a white robe. I was about three steps from her when she yelled, "STOP! I have been thinking about something all night about our conversation on the phone. I want to say something." She paused for a moment, then said in a soft, seductive voice, "I'm sixteen now, and I'm - - -LEGAL - - -," jerking the robe open as she screamed the last word. She was nude underneath the robe, except for the homemade paper heart, the heart read, 'WELCOME HOME'. The storyline is continued in 'THE GARDNER' ------- The End ------- Posted: 2002-07-15 Last Modified: 2002-07-21 / 12:00:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------