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                                Jennifer
                                 by rlfj

Copyright© 2003 by rlfj


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Description: A young girl graduates from college and goes to work for her aunt. Then she discovers just what the family business really is!

Codes: MF FF cons group exhib voy oral anal
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Chapter 1


It was a warm and sunny morning. In fact, Jennifer Reynolds thought, it was probably going to be a real scorcher. Jennifer did not look forward to the day's heat and humidity, as she was to graduate from junior college later that day. While upstate New York was generally cool and comfortable, today's forecast called for a temperature and humidity both in the high 90s. The thought of a heavy cap and gown filled her with prospects of heat prostration.

As Jennifer stepped from the shower, she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror on her closet door. She smiled, for in her mind she was a pretty girl. In the minds of the male population of the school, she was astonishingly beautiful. For one thing, she was quite young. Due to a fluke in birthdays, and skipping an elementary school grade, Jennifer was graduating from her junior college only months after her 18th birthday.

Jennifer had honey-blond hair that hung to the middle of her back, and light blue eyes. Her face was a beautiful heart shape, with a small pert nose and large lush lips. Her 36" breasts were quite firm, with large dark nipples that were at least two inches in width and protruded at least an inch, Despite their D-cup size, her breasts did not sag. Her waist was a trim 22", flaring out smoothly into 34" hips. She knew that at 5'4" she was short, and made up for this by never wearing shoes with less than 3" high heels. Jennifer had a short torso, and this gave her a very long leg line. If the high heels caused her firm and rounded derriere and majestic chest to jut out, so much the better.

As Jennifer looked through her closet, she again thought that if she wasn't careful the heat would be unbearable. Some dumb bastard, she thought, was sure to wear a three piece suit under his robes, and end up in the hospital. Accordingly, she first slipped on a tiny pair of lace panties that barely covered her neatly trimmed bush. She then pulled on a light red cotton dress. The dress barely came to mid thigh, and hung loosely from thin "spaghetti" straps, showing considerable cleavage. Then Jennifer laced on some high heeled sandals. After one final approving look in the mirror, Jennifer grabbed her cap and gown, and trotted from the room.

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By mid-afternoon Jennifer was sitting in the lobby of the Student Union waiting for her guests. It was deliciously cool in the Student Union, after the burning sun in the stadium. God, she thought, why couldn't they hold these things indoors. At least she'd had the brains to dress comfortably. While she had been uncomfortable, at least she hadn't been as miserable as some of her friends.

The cool air blowing down from an overhead vent soon had her silver dollar size nipples hardening. Looking down, she noticed that they were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her dress. She was sure that several of the men passing by had also noticed, and the thought did not displease her.

Just then, all such ideas passed from her mind, as she saw her mother and her Aunt Margaret come through the door. The three women had decided to meet at the Student Union after the ceremony, rather than spend an afternoon searching for each other in the hot stadium. She was very happy to see them, as they were undoubtedly her best friends in the world.

Aunt Margaret had flown in from her home in Nevada. The past few days she had been staying at Jennifer's mother's house, in a neighboring town. The two women, sisters, had spent the last few days talking and helping Jennifer pack her belongings and removing them from her dorm room.

Several men in the lobby also were noticing the two women walking up to Jennifer, for noticeable they were. For one thing, they were identical twins. For another, they were quite as attractive as Jennifer. Jennifer's mother, Alexandra, and her Aunt Margaret, were only 37 years old, and looked several years younger. They were both wearing light sundresses that showed their figures to perfection. In Alexandra's case, this highlighted a large and beautiful bosom. Margaret's sundress was several inches shorter than her sister's, and showcased gorgeous, long legs. Both women were wearing spike heels. Their dark, curly chestnut brown hair hung shoulder length, framing their faces, with large, dark brown eyes.

The three women hugged and decided to go downstairs to the lunchroom. They got a table, and talked about a variety of topics, including Jennifer's post-graduation plans and a number of the young men walking through. Jennifer was astonished by the explicit manner that her mother and aunt rated the boys. Although, once she thought about it, she realized it was nothing that she and her friends hadn't already done. Then she recognized a face she hadn't seen earlier.

"Bobby, over here. Bobby!", she called out. Bobby, a tall, good looking young man a few years older than Jennifer, heard her voice and looked around. Finally spying her waving hand, he turned to another person, said a few words, and headed their direction. Bobby had apparently felt the same way about the weather as Jennifer. He was wearing white tennis shorts, a white sport shirt, and deck shoes with no socks.

"Hi there, honey.", he said when he got to the table. Then he wrapped his arms around her, picked her up, and gave her a hard kiss on the lips. It lasted long enough to allow him to slip his tongue into her mouth, and he could tell Jennifer enjoyed it. In a few seconds, he set her back down and said, "What's up?"

"Bobby, I'd like to introduce you to my mother and my Aunt Margaret."

Unsurprisingly, Bobby's eyes opened widely and guiltily as he turned around to see the two older women. He had no idea any of Jennifer's relatives were nearby when he had embraced her, and turned bright red. Taking his right hand off of Jennifer's ass, he leaned over the table to shake hands. Alexandra smiled at him, while Margaret chuckled at his discomfort.

"I can safely say that you must be the Bobby that Jennifer has talked so much about.", said her aunt. Turning to her sister, she said, "Jennifer and Bobby have been going together all semester, you said?"

Bobby was saved from further embarrassment by the approach behind him of a middle aged man. Noticing him, he said, "Dad, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Jennifer, and her mother and aunt."

"Pleased to meet you all. Call me Hugh.", he said, smiling.

Although Jennifer wasn't noticing, Alexandra and Margaret certainly were. They both thought that Hugh was quite handsome. He was tall and slim, mid-40s, with graying hair and a graying mustache. Despite the heat and the obviously tailor made suit, he didn't seem to be sweating at all, and not a hair on his perfectly groomed head was out of place. Both women began considering the possibilities.

"I hope we haven't intruded. Bob was simply showing me around the campus." He smiled. "I suspect Bob was now going to see if he could show me the cash register as we went through the cafeteria line."

Alexandra spoke up first. "Please, you haven't intruded at all. Why don't you join us? I don't think either Bobby or Jennifer would mind."

"Really. Please sit down.", Margaret chimed in.

The women shifted around their seats. While Alexandra said this was so "... Bobby and Jennifer can sit together...", Jennifer noticed that when everyone was seated, both her mother and aunt were on opposite sides of Bobby's father, and sitting quite close to him. And Bobby's father wasn't minding at all.

Margaret then asked, "Is your mother here also, Bobby?"

Bobby turned rather somber, and seemed to have a hard time responding. He seemed relieved when his father interceded. "Bob's mother divorced me a few year's ago. She couldn't make it." Hugh seemed somewhat bitter about the matter. "Her only child, and she can't make the time." Looking at Alexandra, he asked, "And Alexandra? Is the same true for you? Your husband couldn't make the time?"

"My husband died six years ago, Hugh."

Hugh looked stricken. "My God, Alexandra. I had no idea. I am so sorry. Please forgive me, and excuse me." He moved his chair back to leave.

Alexandra and Margaret both grabbed an arm and dragged him back to the table. "You had no way to know, Hugh.", said Alexandra. "Please, Hugh, stay."

Margaret then said, "Jim and Alex had a wonderful marriage, but Jim had a heart attack several years ago. I'm sorry your marriage didn't turn out better."

Despite the faux pas, the small group got along well. They shortly got up and got into the cafeteria line, which Hugh insisted on paying for. Jennifer noticed that when they were in the line, both her aunt and her mother just "happened" to bump into Bobby's father. The bumps seemed rather drawn out affairs, more breast and crotch rubs than anything else. Still, she couldn't be sure, as Bobby hadn't noticed. She smiled to herself. Since she had crossed her legs earlier, Bobby hadn't noticed anything but her thighs and tits. Bobby's father didn't seem to mind the "bumps" either. He just smiled and tried to look down Alexandra's relatively open bodice, and up Margaret's short skirt.

Before long, the afternoon had passed by. Bobby made it a formal ending.

"Uh, Dad. Could I borrow your car? I'd like to take Jennifer, um, out."

"Jennifer, what's wrong with your car?", asked her mother.

Bobby and Jennifer looked at each other a little guiltily before Bobby responded, "Well I was just hoping that..."

"You were just hoping that your good ole Dad would take pity on you and let you take the convertible. Uh, huh.", finished Bobby's father.

"Gee, Dad, don't you remember what it was like to be young?", said a smiling son.

Predictably, Hugh gave a loud snort and sputtered, while Alexandra and Margaret laughed loudly. "Okay wise guy, so how do I get home?"

Before Bobby could speak, Margaret spoke up. "Where are you staying, Hugh?"

"The Holiday Inn."

"Why don't you take Jennifer's car over there. Alex and I can come over later and pick it up."

"Are you sure that won't be a bother? I'd really hate to cause any trouble."

Alexandra responded, "It won't be any trouble. After all, don't you remember what it was like to be young?"

Smiling and shaking his head, Hugh gave in. "All right, I concede. The young whippersnapper gets the convertible. But there's a price. If you want to pick up the keys, you'll have to meet me in the bar for drinks. Shall we say nine?"

Alexandra looked at Margaret and smiled. "Nine it is."



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Chapter 2


Bobby walked around the convertible from where he had opened and closed the door for Jennifer. The car was a late model Cadillac, and his father had already lowered the roof. As he got in, he saw that Jennifer's dress, which naturally showed a good bit of leg, seemed to have ridden up even higher on her thighs.

"So where do you want to go?", she asked.

"I was thinking of taking a drive up to the lake at Tupper Quarry. I figure this is our last chance to see each other, and it's quite pretty up there now."

"Sounds great. But let's stop somewhere and get something to drink. This heat is just Godawful."

"Fine with me."

Bobby started up the car and put it in gear. As he drove out of the parking lot he looked over at Jennifer and realized it really was hot. A fine sheen of sweat seemed to coat her body, and the thin cotton of her dress was glued to her skin. Her nipples stuck out through the fabric. Bobby thought the sight was excellent, and shifted subtly so that his growing erection would not be painful.

Pulling into the parking lot at his apartment, Bobby said, "Just a quick stop. I'll be back in a minute.", and got out.

Jennifer was curious about what the stop was for, but didn't mind. She had also noticed Bobby's erection, and decided to prepare for the evening. Looking around to make sure Bobby couldn't see, she slipped her hands under her dress and pulled off her panties. She noticed that they were quite damp, and not entirely from the heat. Jennifer stuffed the panties in the glove box, and rearranged the skirt, so that it could easily slide up her thighs.

Bobby came out the front door of the apartment carrying a large pile of items. Seeing Jennifer open her door to help he yelled out, "No! No! I've got it taken care of.", and threw the pile in the back seat. Jennifer looked in the back seat and saw several blankets, some towels, and a large and empty cooler. "The Boy Scouts always say to be prepared.", he commented.

A few minutes later they pulled into a convenience store. Hopping out again, he returned with a large bag of ice and three six-packs of cold beer. He put the ice and two of the sixes in the cooler, and gave the rest of the beer to Jennifer. She put the beer on the floor between her feet, and they were off.

Several minutes later they pulled off the main road and began heading for the quarry. Jennifer opened a beer and gave it to Bobby, then opened one for herself. The thin straps of her dress slid down her arms, dropping the front of the dress dangerously low. When Bobby looked over, he could see that the only things holding the dress up were Jennifer's nipples, and even they were beginning to show. At least the top edge. In addition, Jennifer's skirt had ridden very high up her legs. Only the front was still in place over her pussy, where Jennifer was holding her beer. It seemed obvious that she couldn't possibly be wearing panties.

This sight had an immediate effect on Bobby. His erection became painfully large, and he finished the beer almost instantly. As she passed him another, Jennifer thought of her selection of Bobby, smiling to herself.

Jennifer had not been a virgin for a number of years, and had learned to truly enjoy sex. After her freshman year boyfriend, a year ahead of her, had graduated, she had begun the school year by a series of what she referred to as "auditions". After all, she had standards to maintain, and even if she could have any boy on campus, she didn't want just "any" boy. The lucky young fellow must be fairly bright, sensitive, good looking, and be a really good fuck. After finding several likely candidates, she gave them private "horizontal interviews". She had several criterion for a really good fuck. First the boy must not pump three times and fall asleep. If nothing else, she considered this rude. Second, while quality is in general better than quantity, Jennifer wanted both. She loved a big cock. Third, he must have stamina, being able to fuck her repeatedly all night long.

After a couple months of "auditioning" suitable candidates, Jennifer settled on Bobby. He was sweet, discrete, hung like a horse, and could seemingly fuck all night. They went together for the balance of the school year.

Bobby finished his beer as he pulled into the quarry. Taking another beer from Jennifer, he skillfully drove the car down a narrow path towards the rear of the quarry. "I found this place last year.", he told Jennifer. "What with it being so out of the way, the middle of the week, and a school night for the high schoolers, I figure it should be pretty quiet."

"Private, too.", she responded, smiling. "Maybe we can take a swim."

He smiled back. "Maybe."

Shortly, he stopped the car at a small opening to the abandoned quarry. Getting out, they took the blankets down to the shoreline. Then he went back to the car and brought back the towels and beer, while Jennifer spread out the blankets. By the time Bobby had set down the towels and beer, Jennifer was stretched out on the blanket, looking up at him. Her dress by now was just barely covering her crotch and nipples. Bobby stood there for a second, then kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt.

"Planning on a swim now?", Jennifer asked.

Dropping down in front of her, Bobby smiled. Kneeling before her, he undid the zipper on his pants and pushed them down to his knees. "No. Planning on fucking you now." Jennifer loved the sight of his cock. It was huge, at least 10" long and 2" wide. She could clearly see the veins pulsing along the sides. It seemed to throb. Beneath hung two large testicles, seemingly engorged with the come he planned to spend.

"Go for it, big boy.", Jennifer returned. A small shrug dropped the dress completely down, exposing her massive aroused breasts, and she gave a slight tug to the hem, flipping it up to her waist.

Kneeling down between her spread legs, Bobby didn't waste any time on foreplay. He didn't need any, and her rigidly erect nipples told him Jennifer didn't either. Positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy, he gave one massive thrust and sank in the full length. Jennifer gave a loud moan and wrapped her arms around his neck. Bringing her legs up, she began to rub the heels of her spike-heeled sandals on the sides of his heaving ass.

God, he thought, that feels good. His cock was engulfed in hot juices. Reaching down and cupping her ass in his hands, he withdrew almost completely, then plunged forward again. Feeling the goad of her heels on his ass, he entered into a fast rhythm of pulling out till the head had almost slipped out and diving in so fast his balls were slapping on her ass cheeks. Her pussy seemed impossibly hot and tight, and he knew he was going to come massively.

Jennifer was moaning heavily, and her breathing was labored. Bobby's massive strokes were bringing her to a fever pitch. Her pussy grabbed at his cock, but the slick, flowing juices prevented a firm grasp. Her nipples, which she had thought hard before, now felt like bullets digging into his chest. Suddenly she tightened her arms around Bobby's neck, as her body began to spasm. Her legs tightened, the spike-heels driving him into her twitching cunt. Raggedly she cried out, "I'm coming!"

Jennifer's spasming pussy drove Bobby over the edge. Plunging in, his back arched, his eyes shut and his lips drawn back, he seemed to pump gallons into her steaming cunt. Once the moment had passed, he opened his eyes and looked down on her. Seeing her angelic face smiling up at him, he lowered himself down and kissed her. When he moved to withdraw his shrinking manhood, she said "No" and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking the ankles.

"I'm not done with you yet, Bobby. That was only the beginning.", she said. Jennifer knew what Bobby was capable of and what he liked, and proceeded to put that knowledge into action. Keeping her legs wrapped around his waist, she began a rhythmic squeezing action in her cunt.

Bobby's eyes widened as his drained and softening member felt the new sensations. He had never before met a woman with this kind of control over the muscles in her pussy. Next she began to undulate and squirm on the blanket, all the while maintaining the squeezing of his cock by her twat. Bobby's cock began to stiffen rapidly.

Silently, she slid her legs down, and with the tips of her heels, slid his shorts and underwear off his body. Straightening her legs, she rolled him over until he was on his back. Then she drew up her legs so that she was now straddling him. Jennifer then sat up, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her head. Knowing her boyfriend's tastes, she decided to wear the heels as long and as often as possible tonight.

Bobby reached over and grabbed the towels. Forming a makeshift pillow, he positioned it under his head. He loved watching Jennifer fuck him like this. He couldn't believe that despite the movements, despite the rolling, despite the undressing, her cunt was still squeezing and releasing so rhythmically. It almost felt alive, and his cock seemed to stretch to an even greater length.

Jennifer decided this fuck would last longer. Bobby had put a pillow under his head so he could watch, and she decided to put on a good show. Her pelvis began moving, first forwards and backwards, then side to side, and finally in a circular fashion. She mixed the movements, and alternated them, all the while slowly raising up on her knees and slowly sinking back down.

Bobby looked at their joined crotches and thought that her pussy was like a wild animal, slowly nibbling and eating him. Jennifer was still tight, hot, and juicy, and by now their first come had run down out of her cunt and was covering his balls. Looking up, he saw that between the heat and the sex, they were covered with a heavy coat of perspiration. Sweat ran down Jennifer's body and dripped from her rigid nipples onto his stomach. She began running her fingers through the hair on his chest, going from his small nipples down to his belly, ending up by running the length of his cock as it entered and exited her cunt.

Bobby reached up with one hand to rub Jennifer's nipples. Large and hard, they protruded at least an inch from her bouncing tits. With the other hand each reached down and began stroking her clit. Jennifer gave a small shudder and seemed to become distracted. She began to lose interest in the complicated motions she had been performing, and began concentrating on a rapid in-and-out.

After several minutes of increasing speed, Bobby could feel the orgasm approaching. Jennifer had been crying out for part of this time that she was coming, and for Bobby to continue fucking her. At his outburst of "Oh God, I'm going to blow!" she reached around with one hand and began to massage his massive, come-coated nuts. This was too much for Bobby, who began spewing jism upwards into her cunt.

Exhausted for the moment, Jennifer collapsed onto Bobby. As his come began draining from her still pulsing gash and onto his balls, she wondered how her mother and aunt were doing with Bobby's dad.



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Chapter 3


From the moment Alexandra and Margaret left the Student Union, their only thoughts were of the coming evening. Hugh seemed interesting, and quite interested in them.

"Jesus, Alex, he couldn't take his eyes off your tits!", exclaimed Margaret as they got in their car.

"Except when he was trying to look up your skirt.", Alexandra replied.

"Not that I minded."

"I know. I wonder if he noticed you tugging it upwards whenever he looked over at me."

"No more than he noticed you trying to push your tits out of the top of your dress when he was trying to see my panties."

The two sisters smiled at each other as they drove away from the campus towards Alexandra's house. They had often double-dated together, and not always with two guys. They had a few hours to kill, and needed to plan the conquest.

"So,", said Alexandra, "What do we wear? I assume you want to go as twins?"

"Why not? We can ask him who has the bigger tits and the better legs? Confuse the living shit out of him. What do you want to wear? Those black dresses?"

"Too formal."

"The short jersey dresses?"

"One of them is at the cleaners."

"The red and black numbers?"

"Too trampy. I don't want him to know my nipple and pussy sizes until I get undressed."

The women thought for a while longer, Margaret scowling and Alexandra's brow crinkled. Then Alexandra made a sudden turn off the road and into a large shopping mall. The speed of the turn broke Margaret's concentration, and she yelled out. "What the hell are we doing now? Give a girl some warning, willya!"

"Let's check out the boutiques here. There are a few places that have some interesting outfits, and we can pick up stockings and anything else we need."

"Okay, but we don't have all day. We'd better find something fast, or else it's no 'twins' tonight."

Alexandra smiled at her sister. "I know just the place."

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Margaret lay back in the bathtub and luxuriated in the bubbles. She liked the tickle they gave her nipples. Her eyes were beginning to droop when her sister came into the bathroom. She looked over to where Alexandra was sitting, in a short bathrobe, on the toilet and asked, "Do I need to shave my pussy or not?"

"No.", Alexandra replied, facing her sister and spreading her legs. "I usually wait for bikini season. I just keep it trimmed short now."

"Bobby seems like a nice boy. Where'd they say they were going?"

"They didn't, so it's either his bed or hers.", replied Alexandra. "Thank God she's got Jim's brains, because I think she spent this entire past year with her legs in the air."

"No, really? Has she been going out with him all that time?"

"Pretty much. He is a nice kid, even if he's a giant, walking hormone."

"How so?"

"Well - and this is pretty good - a few months ago, sometime around Christmas, I went out to dinner with this fellow, and who shows up at the restaurant but Bobby and Jennifer. So what can we do? We invite them to join us." Alexandra looked around the vanity for some nail polish. "This the right shade?"

"Yep. So what happened at the restaurant?"

"Well, nothing really. But both Jen and I were wearing white silk blouses that were pretty transparent. And while she had on a lace demi-bra, I wasn't wearing a bra at all. And both our dates kept staring at my tits."

Margaret smiled. "Jennifer must not have been too happy to have her boyfriend staring at her mother's tits."

"Not even a little. So between courses I dragged her to the crapper and had her take her bra off. Then I put on her bra and we went back to dinner. My guy kept staring at my tits, but Bobby switched to Jen."

"That must not have been too comfortable. She wears a 36 D but we both wear 38 double-D. How'd you cope?"

"Well, it wasn't too bad. For one thing, after dinner, Bobby insisted on leaving rapidly. He had a real hardon and obviously wanted to fuck her. And Jen's demi-bra was real tiny, and my nipples popped out the top, like a push-up bra."

"But still..."

"Yeah, but still. So after we got in his car and it warmed up some, I got undressed."

"Completely?"

"Well, no. I left on my heels and stockings. Jack didn't mind. He pulled off the road twice to fuck me. Wouldn't even let me get dressed again to go into the house." Alexandra smiled at the thought, and handed a towel to her sister. "Come on, we've got to get ready."

As Margaret got out of the tub and dried herself off, the two women compared their features. They were constantly surprised how similar they had remained over the years. Both were two inches taller than Jennifer, and more voluptuous. In addition to 38DD busts, they had 24" waists and 36" hips. While their breasts had some sag, they consoled themselves that nothing but internal steel bracing could support their tits without some sag, and that more than one pinup had sagged more. They had small but prominent nipples, and much darker complexions than Jennifer.

Margaret opened the package of stockings and asked, "You're sure these are long enough?"

Alexandra responded, "Oh, yeah. I've bought this brand and size before. The elastic tops off right at my crotch, and they aren't too tight. We'll be able to open the dresses almost to the pussy."

"Yeah, but still, black fishnets? Isn't that just a little trashy?"

"A little, but then, I don't think Hugh will be letting us wear them in public that long. Especially, once we start opening the dresses up."

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The two sisters got to the motel a few minutes before nine. They went into the bar and saw Hugh sitting at the end of the bar. He waved to them and they walked over. It was an impressive display.

The dresses they had bought were not identical, but rather, matching. The same pattern, one was a bright lime green while the other was a shocking pink. They were sleeveless and long, extending several inches below the knees. They were made from some type of very thin stretch fabric, and Margaret had insisted on getting them a size too small. As a result the dresses clung to every inch of the twins. If underwear had been present, it would have been obvious. The dresses had a long row of small snaps running down the front, perhaps 20 each, from deep-V collar to hem. In both cases, enough buttons had been undone to show some cleavage and some leg above the knee. Black fishnet stockings and black 4" spike heels completed an attractive and provocative package.

Hugh watched the approaching women with frank appreciation. After kissing them both lightly, he said, "Wow! You two look spectacular."

Margaret twirled around a moment, and asked "Are you sure?"

Alexandra stepped back. Running her hands down the dress and around to her ass, she asked, "You don't think they're too tight do you?"

"Oh, no. Really. Everything looks just great." Hugh couldn't take his eyes off the two women. He was practically drooling.

"Oh, good. We were worried.", said Margaret. "Look. There's a nice booth." She led the trio to a large, U-shaped booth to the rear of the bar. Despite the candle burning on the table, it was quite private and dark. "This is so romantic."

The sisters let Hugh sit down first, and then moved in on either side of him, Alexandra to his right and Margaret on his left. Although the booth was rather large, they slid together until their hips were touching his. When the waiter approached, they all ordered drinks.

"So, Alexandra, exactly what kind of business do you have? You mentioned you have some sort of health club?"

"Please, call me Alex. And call her Maggie. That's what we've always gone by."

"Sure."

"Well, it's a small health club, spa, gym sort of place. You know, an aerobic dance room, a few Nautilus machines, some weights, a couple of hot tubs, a few tanning booths, that sort of thing." Looking past Hugh, she noticed her sister popping a snap on her dress, exposing another inch of thigh. Hugh, his eyes riveted on Alexandra, didn't notice.

"Well it's no wonder you're in such great shape. You must work out all the time."

Alexandra smiled. She didn't work out very often, at all. However, the club was a great way to meet good looking, fit, young men, and she could easily tell, by looking at their tight gym shorts, if a prospective fuck was well endowed. Several times a week she managed to give a "special workout" to a client. "Why, thank you! I do try to look nice." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Turning towards her sister, he asked, "And you, Maggie. What do you do in Nevada?"

"Oh, I own a small business supplies and services company outside of Las Vegas."

Looking over at her sister, she noticed her popping the same lower snap as she had earlier. They had decided before they arrived that Margaret would open her dress from the bottom and that Alexandra would open hers from the top. The other sister would match her sister's snaps, and then initiate the next round. Of course, it would be more fun if Hugh didn't see what they were up to, and the twins simply became less dressed silently. They figured by the end of the evening, not much would be left snapped. Alexandra then popped the top snap at her breasts.

"What, copy paper and that sort of thing?"

"Something like that." Margaret had no intentions of telling him the exact nature of the services her firm provided.

"Well you must work out often, too. And I can't believe your tans."

Alexandra answered, drawing Hugh's attention from her sister. "Between my tanning booths and the Nevada sun, we both stay fairly tanned." She noticed her sister had popped an upper snap, evening the race. "Of course, if you don't want to burn, you have to rub oil all over. And of course, you have to watch out for tan lines."

Over the next two hours, the small group had several more rounds of drinks. Unknown to Hugh, the girls were making sure he stayed more sober than they. Whether spilling his drinks or sipping from them, they kept him fairly sober. For the night ahead, they wanted him alert and awake.

As the night progressed, it seemed as if a snap was unsnapped every 5 to 10 minutes. Hugh caught on after the first few snaps, and asked if he could pop the snaps for them. The girls at first laughed and declined, saying they weren't those kinds of girls, that they were just getting more comfortable. But an hour later, with their dresses open up to mid-thigh and down almost to their navels, Margaret asked Hugh if he was still interested. "I wouldn't want to break a nail." She ran her finger along his cheek, and down his neck.

"Yes, Hugh.", said Alexandra. She ran her fingertips along his pants front, feeling the large erection within. "We've got plans for these nails."

Hugh, flushing and breathing heavily, turned to Alexandra. Putting his left hand on her inner thigh, he moved the hand upwards along the fishnet stockings. Dexterously moving his thumb, he popped three more snaps in rapid succession, stopping only when his extended middle finger felt the soft down between her thighs. He could feel the moist warmth between her legs. Slipping his hand further between her legs, he began flicking his finger across her clit, easily found within her engorged pussy lips.

Alexandra, not expecting this treat, gave a soft moan, and slumped in her seat. Hugh could see the color rising in her face, her dark skin flushing down her neck and across her exposed cleavage. After only a few minutes, her pussy began twitching, and she moaned again, in orgasm. Hugh removed his hand just in time to finish his drink before the approaching waiter cleaned off the table. "A final round, ladies?" Seeing their nods, he said, "One last round, please, and the check."

After the waiter left with their order, Hugh slid his left hand into Margaret's lap. Skillfully undoing the same number of snaps, he lowered his hand into her crotch. Margaret, however, had watched her sister being pleasured, and wanted to make sure she received the same treatment. Spreading her legs widely, she grabbed his hand and thrust it deep between her legs. Hugh began moving his fingers into her flushed cunt and up into the warm, wet tunnel. Margaret began rocking gently back and forth, and began moaning out directions. "Oh, that's it... deeper, deeper... both fingers... rub my clit now..."

Hugh saw the waiter approaching with their drinks and tried to pull his hand free, but Margaret grabbed his arm and kept it in place. The waiter tried to maintain his composure as he set down the drinks, but became flustered as she continued her rocking and quiet moaning. As he turned to leave, Hugh spoke up and asked for the check. When the waiter handed it to him, Hugh's poker face never cracked. Margaret orgasmed shortly thereafter in a shuddering spasm.

Hugh removed his left hand, and turning towards Margaret, unsnapped several buttons from the top. The tightly stretched fabric pulled back, revealing her flesh from her neck to below her navel. "God, Hugh, the only thing holding this on is my nipples!"

"Then I suggest you keep your back straight and make no sudden moves.", he replied. He downed his drink, repeated the procedure on Alexandra, and said, "Why don't we go up to my room, and get comfortable?"

As they left the empty bar, Alexandra and Margaret were forced to move with exquisite grace. The fabric of their dresses had pulled the front apart to voyeuristic dimensions. The dresses, originally held together by 20 or more buttons, now were held together only by three, centered at their pulsing crotches. They were split to well above mid-thigh, ending just slightly below the tops of their stockings, and as Margaret had said, the tops were literally held in place by their nipples. An ambitious inhale would have stripped either woman.

Hugh stopped at the bar and bought a bottle of champagne from the dumbfounded bartender. Taking three champagne flutes, he led the women out of the bar, into the elevator, and to his room. Along the way he grabbed a bucket of ice.



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Chapter 4


"Champagne, ladies? Or later?"

Alexandra smiled. "Later." She undid the remaining snaps and shrugged off the dress. Seconds later, Margaret followed suit. Hugh feasted his eyes on the sight as he placed the bottle in the bucket of ice.

The twins, now clad only in thigh length, black fishnet stockings and 4" black spike heeled shoes, wrapped themselves around Hugh. Together they began kissing and licking his face, all the while removing his clothes. Shortly his jacket, tie, and shirt were gone. He had been caressing both women with his hands. Once Alexandra removed his belt and began to loosen the zipper on his pants, Margaret slid her hand into his pants and began stroking his engorged monster.

"Sit.", she said, pushing him back onto the bed. Hugh sat, his knees turning weak at the waves of pleasure Margaret was stroking into his cock. As soon as Alexandra had pulled his pants far enough down, Margaret twisted her head and took his entire length into her mouth. Alexandra continued to remove his shoes, socks, and pants.

"Oh, sweet Jesus.", he whispered, as Alexandra pushed him flat onto the bed. He couldn't remember the last time a woman, any woman, had given him a blow job like this. Most women found his erect cock, measuring 9" long and 2" wide, too intimidating. Certainly his ex-wife had never been able to take more than a few inches in without gagging. He could feel the tip of his glans hit the back of Maggie's throat, as her lips caressed the wide base of his erection. The suction and tongue action sent shivers racing through his groin.

Alexandra saw that her sister wasn't going to share, so she knelt between Hugh's legs and began stroking and licking his balls and anus. Alexandra began scratching her long fingernails along his thighs, and began to watch the speed with which Hugh was thrusting his pelvis towards Margaret's insatiably hungry mouth. When the timing seemed perfect, she whispered, "Now, suck now." to her sister, and inserted a moistened index finger to the second knuckle in Hugh's ass.

The effect was electrifying. Hugh's hips started bucking wildly, as he thrashed and moaned on the bed. Margaret seemingly sucked down gallons of his come, noisily slurping and gulping. Finally, Alexandra removed her finger as Hugh's orgasm passed. He lay quietly on the bed, legs hanging over the end.

Alexandra and Margaret wanted more. They continued to lick and suck the softening penis, until it shortly showed signs of recovery. As Margaret stroked his shaft to full erection, Alexandra climbed onto the bed. Straddling his waist, she waited for Margaret to position his glistening cockhead at the entrance to her cunt. Margaret moved the head around between her lips for several moments, ensuring that Alexandra's flowing pussy juices liberally soaked his cock. Then Alexandra slowly sank backward onto the mighty organ, sinking it inch by inch into her inflamed twat, until it was completely engulfed.

"Maggie, you wouldn't believe how big this feels. God, this is good."

"You want to get off and let me try?"

"Fuck you. Wait your turn." Alexandra began a slow and steady bouncing action, allowing Hugh's cock to slowly exit and enter her pussy. "Hugh,", she said, "eat Maggie."

Hugh literally could not believe what was happening to him. Never before had he had sex with two women at the same time, or had a women finger-fuck his ass, or been sucked off so totally. He was speechless to this request, so he simply smiled up at Alexandra and nodded yes.

Margaret moved up the bed, and facing her sister, straddled Hugh's face. Slowly sinking down, she felt his tongue in the same places his fingers had been but a short time before. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks, with his thumbs spreading her nether lips open. She shuddered as her hands moved forward and cupped her sister's breasts. Often as teenagers, and in later years, the twins had given each other pleasure with their hands, lips, and tongues. Now they kissed and fondled each other, as Hugh fucked one and ate the other.

Several minutes passed in this exceedingly pleasant manner until Margaret reached down to caress her sister's clit. As the final straw will break the camel's back, this final stimulation threw Alexandra over the edge of orgasm. Crying out and bucking her hips maniacally, she drove Hugh to the peak, so that he spewed massively into her pulsing cunt. Alexandra's and Hugh's movements displaced his tongue from the depths of Margaret's pussy, and brought her clit to Hugh's lips. Holding her ass as if for dear life, Hugh licked and sucked her clit to a shrieking orgasm.

Momentarily sated, the two women collapsed onto the bed on opposite sides of Hugh. Reaching across the bed, Alexandra snagged the champagne and flutes. Seeing how Hugh was fucked out, if only for the moment, she allowed the ice water clinging to the bottle to drip on his cock and balls. Hugh seemed to literally jump upright off the bed, as she then placed the ice cold bottle against his balls.

"Jesus, woman, what the hell are you trying to do!? Break it off?!"

"No, just wake it up.", Alexandra said, handing him the bottle. "Open and pour. You've got a long night ahead of you, Hugh."

Margaret chimed in. "Now if you had simply picked up one of us you'd have been able to fuck her three, four, maybe five times and call it a night. But now you'll have to fuck both of us that many times."

"Did you eat your Wheaties this morning?", asked Alexandra innocently. "Normally, I like to have my pussy licked, get my cunt fucked, give a blow job, and get my ass fucked before I go home. I hope you took your vitamins today."

Hugh tried to pour the champagne, but the conversation was mightily distracting. "God, it will break off."

"Oh, no. We promise to kiss it and make it better. Now you just fucked me, so it's Maggie's turn. Do you want her pussy or her ass?"

At this second mention of anal sex, Hugh's cock began to majestically return to life. Margaret noticed and said, "Look, Alex, it's alive after all. If we need it good and hard, we just need to talk about ass fucking." At this mention, it sprang up to full attention, pointing straight to the ceiling.

"God, Hugh," said Alexandra, "You must really like reaming an asshole. Do you ass fuck often?"

Hugh hemmed and hawed for a few moments as the twins questioned him about his travels down the Hershey Highway. Finally he blurted out, "Look, I've only done it once, in college, 25 years ago. We had this hooker over to the frat house. She charged me fifty bucks extra and whined the entire time. My ex wouldn't even let me try."

"Well we're not your ex, and we aren't charging, and we don't whine.", said Alexandra. Looking at Margaret, she asked, "Where do you want to do it, Maggie? Here on the bed?"

"No. I mean look at that monster. I'd better be on top. Come on, Hugh. Get up and sit on that chair."

The sisters each grabbed an arm and pulled Hugh up and off the bed. His prick was now painfully erect. Margaret positioned him in the armchair, as Alexandra pulled a tube of KY jelly from her purse. She gave the head of his cock a liberal coating, and then, as her sister faced away from Hugh and straddled his legs, placed some more on Margaret's asshole. Slowly bending her knees, while putting her weight on the armchairs arms, Margaret lowered her ass towards Hugh's straining member. "Put your hands on my ass cheeks,", said Margaret. "and your elbows on the chair arms. That way you can support some of my weight and spread my cheeks at the same time."

Alexandra was now kneeling in front of the about-to-couple pair. Reaching between their legs, she positioned Hugh's cock at the entrance to her sister's ass. "Okay, sis, relax and sit back on it." Hugh watched in amazement as her sphincter relaxed and opened. After a few moments of positioning, Alexandra was able to place the large head in Margaret's ass.

"Oh, Alex. You are just going to have to try this later. You won't believe it until you try it.", said Margaret. She continued to squirm her rear, allowing it to sink slowly onto the well lubricated shaft.

Hugh stared at his dick in amazement, almost unable to believe his large organ could fit into such a small space. He had never felt anything so tight and warm as this woman's ass. Her sphincter alternated in contracting and relaxing around his cock, and it felt like it was eating it bite by bite. And later he could do it to the other one!

Finally, his cock completely entombed in Margaret's chocolate speedway, Margaret took all the weight off her arms and sat fully on his lap. "Alex, can you get us some more champagne?", she asked. She continued to squirm her ass while her sister refilled the glasses. Hugh's dick seemed to throb within her, and she couldn't remember when she had last taken such a large member into her ass.

Returning with the refilled glasses, Alexandra gave one each to her sister and Hugh. Kneeling down between the wide spread legs, she dipped a finger into her glass, and then rubbed some of the champagne onto Margaret's gaping pussy. Placing a small amount into her mouth, she leaned into her sister's crotch, placed her lips against Margaret's lips, and squirted the champagne up her tunnel. As it dribbled out, she eagerly licked out the champagne, now mixed with love juices.

Margaret reacted to this as could be expected. Her squirming turned to outright movement. She began to slowly lift off Hugh's crotch, only to sink down after a few moments. As she began to rise and fall at greater speed, the length of the strokes increased, and the rate and strength of her sphincter contractions increased as well. When Alexandra was no longer able to squirt champagne into her sister's cunt, she simply let her tongue lick the full length of Margaret's slit as it rose and fell before her. Finally Margaret was bouncing almost the full length of Hugh's cock, when Hugh grabbed her hips, slammed her back into his lap, and bucked up to her as he spent himself in a shuddering orgasm. Margaret came only seconds later.

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Bobby and Jennifer pulled into her mother's driveway at about 6:00 the next morning. Bobby didn't think they had slept for more that an hour last night. Fuck. Swim. Fuck. Nap. Blow job. Swim. Fuck. Nap. On and on. It had seemed as if as soon as one of them had started to snooze, the other would began rubbing crotches. Finally, as the sun started to peek above the quarry wall, no amount of coaxing would allow Jennifer to get her boyfriend stiff again. They cleaned up their site and loaded up the car.

The roof was now up and both were dressed when they left the quarry. Pulling into the driveway, Jennifer noticed that neither her or her mother's cars were around. Apparently, the two older women had stayed over in Hugh's motel room. Leaning towards Bobby to kiss him good-bye, she placed her hand in his lap. By now, her boyfriend had rested enough so that an erection returned.

"Okay, Bobby. One last blow job, and then it's good-bye." Looking around the, at this hour, deserted streets, she pulled her dress off. Pulling his straining cock from his pants, she put her head into his lap, and swallowed him whole. She began sucking and bobbing.

Just then, Jennifer's mother and aunt drove into the oversized driveway. Pulling up to each side of the Cadillac, they stopped and got out. While Bobby had noticed, Jennifer hadn't, and Bobby's concerns could not overcome the waves of pleasure Jennifer's mouth and tongue were imparting. The two women approached the car.

Alexandra smiled and said, "How's it going Bobby?"

On the passenger side, Margaret stuck her head in the window, and yelled, "Go! Go! Go!" Then the two women walked towards the front door. He could see that both were carrying stockings and shoes. Around the front of the car, Margaret called to her sister, "Show him your tits." Alexandra pulled her dress down, while her sister pulled hers up. Bobby came in Jennifer's mouth almost immediately.

Swallowing rapidly, Jennifer licked his cock clean. Kissing him, she said, "Gotta go. Write me sometime.", grabbed her dress, and ran into the house with her mother and aunt.



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Chapter 5


The three women slept until the early afternoon. Then they loaded up Alexandra's car and drove to the airport. It was a silent drive, as Margaret continued to snooze, and Jennifer drowsily contemplated the events that were taking her to Nevada.

She had not planned on going to work for her aunt. In fact, she had recently gotten a job as junior bookkeeper at Honest Bob's Lincoln-Mercury-Ford. Of course, she had been wearing a very tight skirt and a not quite opaque blouse when she applied for the job, but all's fair in love and the job market, she thought. One night after her aunt arrived they were talking about the new job in the kitchen when her mother, watching the local news, called out.

"Jen, you might want to see this."

Entering the living room, she was aghast to witness Honest Bob being removed from his office in handcuffs, as the announcer intoned that he was being arrested for title fraud.

"Honest Bob seems to have had his hand in the till.", quipped Margaret.

"Oh, my God! I was supposed to start working there next week!"

Margaret replied, "Well, hun, there's going to be a small delay, say five to ten years."

"But what do I do now? I turned down my other offers."

"Come to work for me. I need a bookkeeper."

"What?", cried Alexandra.

"Yeah. I need someone to keep the books, and act as secretary and office manager. My last assistant recently quit."

Jennifer was too much in shock to fully understand the discussion. She only heard bits and pieces of Margaret's responses to her mother's questions.

"... well it's about time she learned the family business... No, I only need her for the office work... I'll take good care of her... she's a big girl now..."

And it had been settled. The pay was about what Honest Bob would pay her in five to ten, and she would stay with her Aunt Margaret, so room and board was covered. Alexandra still seemed to doubt the arrangements, but smiled and gave her blessing when Jennifer pleaded for the chance.

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The two women settled into their seats in first class. By now, both were fairly well rested, and Jennifer wanted to learn the answers to her many questions.

"So what exactly does Lakehouse Services do?"

He aunt thought carefully before answering. "It's a brothel."

Stunned, Jennifer could only whisper, "What did you say?"

"A brothel. You know, a bordello, a cat house, a knocking shop, a bawdy house. A whorehouse."

"And you want me to be a..."

"A bookkeeper and secretary. That's all. Just a bookkeeper and secretary. I have a number of girls to take care of the customers."

"But that's illegal. And, I, um, but...", Jennifer stammered.

"No, it's not, at least not in Nevada, in the county I live in. It's a perfectly legitimate business. I pay taxes, support the high school football team, even accept Visa and Mastercard. We simply provide a more unusual service than you had expected." Margaret placed her hand on her niece's arm. "It's really a nice place. I run a first class business. How should I put this, an elite establishment."

"And all I'd be doing would be the books?"

"And other secretarial functions. Office manager. Ordering supplies. Writing checks and paying bills. Greeting customers. That's all. To be honest, Jen, you're not really qualified for the rest of the business."

Now Jennifer was really confused. "But, I mean, I know how to fu..."

"Yes you do. But there's more to it than just the old in-and-out. You're a talented amateur, but nevertheless an amateur. It can take years to develop a high end professional, and the turnover is a killer. Don't worry. You'll see what I mean."

Jennifer was silent for about half an hour. She had hardly even noticed the takeoff. When drinks were being served, she turned towards her aunt, by now reading a paperback romance, and asked, "What did you mean, about it being a family business."

"Well, you could say that servicing the public is in the blood, at least on the female side. Your great-grandmother started the place back around the turn of the century. She was a mistress to some rich San Francisco banker. Well, he went belly up and jumped out of his window, and when the dust was settled, Granny had title to his Nevada property. I looked it up a few years ago, and I'm not at all sure that title passed properly, but it all settled down."

"Her mother had apparently worked her way across country on her back, if you get my drift. And a few generations before that, some great-great-whatever-grandmother was transported to the Colonies for prostitution. So you see, it seems to be inherited. I'm sure you would have a fine hand at the business, if you wanted to."

"What about since my great-grandmother? What happened then?", asked Jennifer.

"Well, your grandmother, Alex' and my mother, inherited from her mother. She was born out of wedlock, as they said then, but didn't seem to give a damn. She was a real beauty - you take after her a bit, except for the blond hair and blue eyes. That you get from your dad. Anyway she worked there and then ran it until her death."

"How'd she die?"

"Car wreck. The cops told us that when they pulled the bodies out of the car, they found an erect penis in her throat. The driver had been thrown twenty feet. I think we know what caused the wreck." Margaret smiled. "She was fifty-eight at the time, but still had quite a bit of get-up-and-go, if you know what I mean."

"So then you inherited? But that means that Mom..."

"Yep. That means Mom. We were both 16 at the time. Somehow we finished high school, while working nights at the Lakehouse, and trying to make ends meet. When we graduated we were able to put all our attention to running the shop and things started going really well. In a way, that's how your mom met your dad."

Jennifer was having a hard time fathoming all she was learning. First that her aunt was a whore, running a whorehouse, and that her mother had been a whore. And now that her father met his mother at the whorehouse. "Dad was a customer?"

"Oh, no. I don't think he ever knew what your mom had done for a living. When we turned eighteen, she took a vacation to Miami. I stayed behind to run the place, and she was going to do the same for me afterwards. And she met your dad. He was at some kind of engineering convention. He was twenty years older than her, bald as a billiard ball, and short. God only knows how, but they fell head over heels in love. She extended her vacation a week, and then another week, and then another. Finally I called her to read her the riot act and she invited me to the wedding."

"So Dad never saw her at Lakehouse Services?"

"We just call it the Lakehouse. But no, by then she had gone back to New York with him and moved in. Your house. I flew out to be Maid of Honor. As far as I knew, she never told him and he never suspected. The Lakehouse was simply a business supply outfit we inherited and that she received a quarterly check from."

"What was Dad like? He died when I was only twelve. You knew him longer."

Margaret smiled at the remembrance. "He was very sweet. And so smart. Your mom says you get your brains from him." Laughing at her niece, "We know which side of the family you get your morals. And your mom used to call him the horniest bastard she had ever met. He'd be getting into her pants twice a day and extra on weekends. He even did me a few times."

"What!?"

"He never knew. The first time, I was visiting when you were still a baby. He had just had the swimming pool installed. Your mom told him she was going to check on you and take a swim. Unbeknownst to him, I had borrowed a bikini from your mom and gone down to the pool. He saw me in the kitchen, stripped me, and did me on the kitchen table. All the time he was saying he hoped Maggie didn't come in. The funny part was your mom walked in just as we came, and he's still calling me Alex. She just smiled and went out to the pool."

"And neither of you told him?"

"Why? It would only hurt his feelings. Or piss him off. Or do something equally stupid. It wasn't his fault. And she didn't mind. And God knows I didn't. He was a great fuck. From then on, whenever I visited, some night, your mom would put on a fancy nightgown, work him up, and then go check on something. While your pop was groaning from blue balls, she would meet me, and we would switch clothes. Then I would make believe I was your mom and screw him ragged."

"Oh, God. I can't believe this! You and my mother would do such things!"

"Honey, we've been doing that since high school. We'd double date at the drive-in. I'd be doing some guy in the back seat while she'd be doing her date in the front. Then we'd go to the bathroom, switch clothes, and I'd get up front and she'd get in back. They never figured it out. Neither did your old man.", Margaret laughed.

"I saw them once, going at it, a few months before they died. I must have been almost twelve, and had just started, well, changing. It was late at night and I was going down the hall for some water and I heard something in the living room. I peeked over the rail, you know, at the corner, and I saw them on the couch. He had his arm around her and they were watching TV. I looked at the screen and it was a dirty movie. I then looked at my folks again. Dad's arm wasn't just around her shoulders, it was inside her blouse and he was feeling up her tits. And she had her hand in his pants."

"Did they catch you?"

"No. I was real quiet. She pulled off his pants and started sucking on him. And he put his hand under her skirt, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. I knew then that something neat was happening." Smiling at her aunt, she added, "I didn't quite know what all what was going on, but they both seemed to be enjoying it immensely, a number of times. I figured it couldn't be all that bad, this sex stuff."

"So when did you figure out what was going on?"

"I lost my cherry when I was around thirteen-and-a-half."

Margaret smiled at the thought of her niece's growing up. As a child she had been a pretty, chubby little girl. But at eleven-and-a-half she hit puberty and changed rapidly. By thirteen her baby fat had disappeared and enough curves had come in to rate a B cup. Another year-and-a-half had given her a C cup. By the time she was sixteen, she had essentially the size, weight, and shape she now carried so well. "How?"

"Well, I was seeing this boy, Johnny Blacker. He was about a year older, and lived around the block. We'd walk home from school together. By springtime, we were walking back by way of the creek, and we started stopping to kiss and make out. Real soon we were kissing and necking pretty heavily. And one day, he started undressing me, you know, to feel up my tits and pussy. And I came, without, well, you know, playing with myself. So I unzipped his pants and started rubbing him, jerking him off, and he spurted all over. And then he started on me again. Before I knew it, our pants were around our ankles and he was on top pounding away."

"Wow, what'd your Mom say?"

"I didn't just tell her. I mean, who would? But she kept asking me where I was, and she worked it out of me. But she was real cool about it. She said if I was going to screw around, I had to be careful, and took me to her doctor, and he put me on the Pill. And she made me promise to tell her whenever I did it, so she could make sure I was okay."

"I guess she would be kinda laid back about it all. I mean, considering the family history and all. I don't think your Dad would have liked it, but he'd been dead, what, about a year by then?"

"A year-and-a-half, closer to. That's when Mom quit smoking and made sure I never started. Anyway, she began giving me tips, advice on techniques and whatnot. And even let me borrow some clothes for my prom. She knew I'd be staying somewhere with the guy. She loaned me this long black velvet dress. It was real tight and cut real, real low. And I borrowed these long black gloves, that went all the way up my arms. Then she said not to wear any underwear, just long black stockings and high heels."

"Wow! What'd your date say?"

"Well, he was just blown away. Every time we slow danced, I would rub against him and tell him how good the velvet felt on my naked tits and cunt. After the prom and the party later, we went to this motel. I simply took off the dress and left on the gloves and shoes and stockings. He just couldn't stop all night. A real all-nighter.", Jennifer laughed.



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Chapter 6


By the time Jennifer and her aunt got out of the Las Vegas airport it was late. The plane had been delayed in landing, and at baggage pickup, Jennifer had no baggage to pick up. Another hour went by before it was discovered that all her luggage was visiting Orlando, and wouldn't be back for another day. Margaret decided they would stay in town for the night, and go to the Lakehouse in the morning.

Margaret called the Lakehouse and spoke to a man. "Hello... Roger... We just got in... They lost some luggage, too... Call the Sands and get us a room for the night... Then come around in the morning, say at nine, and pick us up... Oh, thanks... You're a dear... Bye... Say hi to the girls... Bye." Turning to Jennifer, she said, "Let's get a cab and get out of here."

The ride to the hotel didn't take long at all. Margaret told her niece she had some clothes she could wear. They would freshen up and go down to the bar for a few drinks.

The room was nice, not large, but not too small either. Jennifer was able to fit into a mid-thigh length halter dress of her aunt's, and a pair of thigh high stockings and high heels. Her aunt put on sheer blue tights and high heels, and a long, off the shoulder, white sweater. Heads turned as they walked into the bar, and were seated at a small table.

"We could have some fun here, kiddo.", remarked Margaret.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm still a bit tired.", responded Jennifer.

"You can never be too tired for a little action. Just make sure you call me Maggie. Aunt makes you sound too young and me too old."

They ordered drinks, and were only halfway through them when the waiter brought a second round. "Compliments of the two gentlemen.", he said, pointing to the bar.

Aunt and niece looked over to the bar and saw a pair of elderly men smiling at them. The two looked sixty-five if they were a day. Or older. Jennifer said to Margaret, "Now where have I seen them before? They sure look familiar."

Margaret thought a moment before she had the answer. "I remember. They were in the seats ahead of us on the plane." She lifted the glass and smiled at the men.

The two men walked over and introduced themselves. "Evening, ladies. I'm Bert and this is Augie. Mind if we have a seat?" When the two ladies moved their chairs to allow them, they sat down.

"You were on the plane, weren't you?", asked Jennifer. "I thought you looked familiar. I'm Jenny and this is Maggie. Staying here also?"

"Yes. Augie and I are taking our summer vacation, so to speak."

Augie continued. "While we were on the plane, Bert and I, quite unintentionally, mind you, overheard you discussing your, er, establishment, and we were hoping to avail ourselves of your professional services."

Jennifer could not have been more stunned if she had been poleaxed. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped open. Her aunt was, however, fast on the uptake. Nudging Jennifer sharply with her knee, she raised and eyebrow and responded, "Really, gentlemen. Eavesdropping. I'm surprised." Jennifer slammed her mouth shut and listened.

Bert spoke first. "It was quite accidental. My hearing aid was turned up. Once the plane started to take off, I couldn't hear a word."

"Bert told me at the bar, when you came in. We both thought you were fine looking young ladies.", said Augie.

Margaret continued smoothly. "Well, Bert, Augie, Jenny and I were sort of on vacation ourselves. We really hadn't planned on taking on any clients this evening."

"Oh, we understand the suddenness of this. We could make it worth your while.", said Bert.

"If you heard about my... establishment, as you said, then you heard me say that it's a somewhat high-end operation. Professional fees are priced accordingly."

Jennifer couldn't quite believe her aunt was dickering price, when she hadn't agreed to any of this. She reached over and touched Margaret's arm, to try and get her attention.

Margaret continued, seemingly ignoring her niece. "Why don't you fellows go to the bar and get another round of drinks? I can discuss this with my colleague, and let you know when you return. At worst you'll be out a round of drinks."

Bert and Augie smiled and agreed. As they left the table, Jennifer put her head to her aunt's ear and whispered, "Are you nuts?! I'm not a hooker."

Margaret lowered her head to Jennifer's. Talking rapidly in a low voice, she said, "Listen, we're all hookers. Haven't you ever slept with a guy simply because he took you to dinner and a movie? Because it was the thing you did? Same idea. And how many women spread for their husbands, simply because he puts three squares on the table and a roof over the head? They're somehow more noble? If you don't want to, fine. But don't get all holier-than-thou on me."

"I know that. But, I mean, it's just, well I don't know what to do."

"So? I do. Hey, a couple of blow jobs, a quickie fuck, these geezers'll be out like lights, we'll be a grand richer, and can get some sleep."

"How much? A grand? You mean, a thousand dollars? Wow!"

"Never underprice the product, sweetie. And that's total, not per. Well? Yes or no?"

"I guess it's okay. I mean, why not?"

"Okay, just let me do they talking." They raised their heads just in time to see Bert and Augie maneuvering slowly to the table. After they sat down, Margaret said, "Well, fellows, it looks as if Jenny and I are going to take a busman's holiday. I assume you have cash?"

Bert started reaching for his wallet when Margaret reached over and stopped him. "Not now, Bert. Upstairs. We'd be looking at five hundred each." At Augie's surprised stare, she said, "Of course, that would be for an all night party. Now, are there any special requests? Outfits? To be honest, our resources are relatively limited at the moment."

Bert answered first. "No nothing special for me. Just high heels, stockings, and a smile."

Augie was visibly shocked at the price, but unable to appear a cheapskate in front of his friend, he simply agreed with Bert. "Sounds fine to me."

Margaret stood up, but waved everyone back down. She downed her drink in one gulp. "Fine. Now, Jenny here is already in costume, so to speak. I need to powder my nose and clean the room up. Finish your drinks. In five or ten minutes, Jenny will bring you up to our room. By then, I'll have changed." She slyly raised the hem of the sweater so that the two men could see her bush through the sheer fabric of the tights. Augie's doubts seemed to vanish. "These really aren't stockings, after all." She turned and left the bar.

The remaining trio finished their drinks and decided to first stop in the bathrooms. Bert and Augie were waiting for Jennifer as she came out. Smiling, she stepped between them and took their arms. They slowly made their way to the elevators. Shortly before they got to the elevator Bert smiled at his friend and commented, "Long time, eh, Augie."

"I know what you mean.", was Augie's response, somewhat cryptic to Jennifer.

The threesome stepped into the elevator and moved to the rear as a fat, middle aged couple entered after them. The man smiled at Jennifer, but his wife caught his eye. Looking guilty, he rapidly turned around and the couple faced away from the small group.

It was a long ride to their floor. Freeing her hands from Bert and Augie's arms, she slid them quietly down to the front of their pants. Intending to begin getting them hard, she was astounded to feel rock hard erections. She slowly stroked them, and then was surprised again as she felt Augie's hand slide down her rear and pull up her skirt. She shortly felt his gnarled hand gently rubbing the crack of her ass. Her eyes opened wider when she felt Bert's hand move from the skin of her back, and silently tug down the zipper to the dress.

The floor below where they were to get off, the fat couple left the elevator. Jennifer moved her hands from Bert and Augie's crotches when she saw them stirring. The fat woman shot her a glance to freeze water, but the fat man smiled again. All the while, Bert and Augie continued to massage her nearly naked flesh.

At their floor, as they walked down the hall, Jennifer tried to zip the dress back up. Bert stopped her, and as they approached the room, undid the halter top. The dress would have slid to the ground, but for Augie's hand still on her bare ass. Grabbing the dress, she let out a squeal and raced to the room, and let them in. Margaret was sitting on one of the beds, naked except for thigh high stockings and one high heel, strapping an ankle strap on the second.

"Started already gentlemen?", she smiled, holding her hand out for the cash. The two men by now had completely gotten over any misgivings about price. They eagerly handed over the money. Jennifer slipped off the dress and dropped it into the closet. She was no longer at all sure that these "geezers" would settle for "a blow job and a quickie fuck". Those hardons promised her aunt all the action she would be able to handle.



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Chapter 7


The first order of business was to undress the two elderly clients. Starting at their sport coats and shirts, the two whores worked their way downward, kissing and licking as they went. Jennifer could sense her aunt's surprise at finding such firm cocks as these men possessed. While both cocks were slim and average sized, Margaret had not been expecting what she saw and felt.

Shortly both men were in their birthday suits. Margaret had them sit next to each other in two armchairs. Then telling Jennifer to kneel between Bert's legs, she knelt between Augie's, smiled, and said, "Race you."

The two women immediately engulfed erect organs in their mouths and began sucking. Tongues swirled, hands stroked and caressed, teeth nipped. The full panoply of oral warfare was used by the expert cocksuckers. Bert and Augie were both shortly moaning and gasping. Augie's cork popped first, but only by seconds.

The two women leaned back on their heels, half expecting the men to fall asleep. They were both astonished to see the two cocks rapidly come back to life, as if they hadn't just moments ago exploded in their mouths. Margaret spoke first. "Another blow job, guys?"

"Not for me.", said Augie. "Why don't you just climb up here. I want to suck your tits while I fuck you."

"Good idea, Augie. I'll take the same, little lady.", said Bert.

Smiling, the women straddled their men, still seated in their armchairs. Bert cupped Jennifer's ass and bounced her up and down on his cock, letting her tits slap him in the face. Augie was more slow and deliberate. Margaret slowly rose and fell on his entombed root, as he gently squeezed her 38DD tits, sucking, alternately, the nipples.

While Jennifer preferred a large cock, Bert's and Augie's seemed quite sufficient to do the trick for her. Their organs were liberally laced with large and prominent veins, which were giving her and her aunt great pleasure in the long, full length strokes. She was amazed that these old men could keep it up. It certainly wasn't what she'd heard about old men.

In her own mind, Margaret was thinking much the same as her young niece. While these guys weren't the greatest fucks she'd ever had, they were by no means the worst, either. And she'd never seen men of their age recover from what, by any professional standard, were really great blow jobs. This could be interesting.

Jennifer, not as professionally reserved as her relative, was really enjoying the sensations of Bert's cock sliding inside her pussy. She could feel her juices running onto his balls, and could feel his cock and balls tightening for the coming explosion. Bert began bouncing her even faster, and moments later she shrieked in delight and collapsed onto his spasming prick.

Augie, looking over at the coming pair, couldn't help but be affected. He urged Margaret to greater and greater speed, while wrapping his hands around her waist. He buried his face between her immense tits and reveled in the sensations. Moments later the two of them came, Margaret's pussy twitching around his spurting cock.

The couples rested in the chairs for several minutes, the women lifting off the softening dicks and swiveling to face each other. Then, as nature called, Jennifer excused herself and went into the bathroom. She was in the bathroom for several minutes, relieving her bladder and freshening up her makeup. She had just tugged her stockings back into place, when she heard the sounds of passion coming from the bedroom. Coming back into the room she could hardly believe her eyes. Aunt Margaret was now sitting on Bert's lap, who was still seated in his chair. Aunt Margaret was facing away from Bert, whose erect dick was well ensconced in her pussy, leaning into Augie, standing before her. His erect member was fully in her mouth. She was doing both at once!

She came over to the couple. "Can I help?"

Augie pulled out of Margaret's mouth. Turning Jennifer away from him, he bent her over at the waist so that she was supporting herself by her arms on the desk. Spreading her legs, he plunged in full bore, raising a gasp from her lips. She could feel his balls slapping her inner thighs. They seemed so large they could swing up and hit her engorged clit.

For both women, this was a long, pleasant fuck. The first blow job and first fuck had drained the elderly men of any urgency. With this fuck they took their time, giving long, slow strokes, massaging clits and nipples with free hands, licking and nibbling bare necks and shoulders. The two women peaked several times before Margaret, in the midst of orgasm, called out, "Clamp him, Jenny, clamp him. Make him blow." The two women tightened their pussy muscles and gripped the men in position. The sudden pressure was more than they could bear, and Bert and Augie both came to a shuddering climax.

Slowly escaping from her still clinging twat, Augie staggered backwards on now rubbery legs and collapsed full length on the nearest bed. Margaret hopped up off Bert's lap, his now limp dick shriveled wetly in his lap. The two women each grabbed an arm and, laughing, pulled Bert erect. "Come on big boy. Get up.", said Margaret.

"Yeah, time to go lie down.", laughed Jennifer.

Collapsing onto the other bed, Bert could only say, with a large grin, "Wow! Now that's what I call a workout. You girls gotta remember we're old men." He put one arm behind his head on the pillow, and wrapped the other around Jennifer, as she snuggled against his side, one arm draped over his stomach. Margaret sat on the bed next to Augie, idly scratching his legs and thighs.

Margaret snorted. "You're only as old as you feel, Bert." Reaching down to stroke Augie's flaccid penis, she gave it a small jig. "You guys felt pretty young to me."

"Yeah.", piped in Jennifer. "I thought you said it had been a long time. You guys don't fuck like it's been a long time."

Augie started laughing, as Bert responded. "Honey, it's been a long time since we paid for it, is what I meant. Hell, I only got laid just last week!"

"Yesterday for me."

"Just because we're old doesn't mean we can't screw anymore, kid, or that we don't want to."

"Shit, girls, we get more now than when we were kids."

"Speak for yourself, Augie. I used to get it all the time then, too."

Margaret laughed. "Well if you two aren't a pair. What, are you the Romeos of the senior center?"

Augie smiled at her, not only because she was softly holding his damp and sticky balls. "Don't knock it till you've tried it."

Bert explained that the two men owned a condo in Orlando. He had been visiting his son's family in upstate New York, and Augie had flown in the day before to join up and fly to Las Vegas.

"Yeah, me and kids don't get along so well. So I didn't come up early. Spent several nights out of our unit.", said Augie.

"And who lives there? Retired widows. Just like not all old men can't score, not all old ladies are fat and ugly."

"Yeah. I mean some of the girls are real lookers. And now they're not getting any. They moved to Florida and hubby popped off and they're still good for ten, fifteen years. The juices start backing up, so to speak."

"Our building is full of 'em. And let me tell you, they've had a lot of experience, if you get me. Horny as hell, too. Some of those ladies know tricks you girls haven't even heard of."

Augie concluded, "And you never have to worry about getting one pregnant, either."

The whole group laughed at the final comment. Then Bert looked over at Augie, still having his balls massaged. "So who'd you fuck yesterday? You were flying in from Orlando then!"

"When I got to Albany, you and your family took me out to dinner, right? Your daughter-in-law's mom was with us, right?"

"Carol's mom? You did Carol's mom!?", laughed Bert. "You said you went out for coffee after dinner."

"We did. We just drank it in her bed."

"Jesus, Augie, you kill me. An hour into town and you score on my relatives."

"Hey, she was rubbing my thigh all through dinner. I can't help it if you didn't notice."

"She did have great legs."

"Nice tits, too. And get this. She shaves her pussy."

"No kidding? You're shitting me, right?"

"No kidding, Bert. She's really hot."

Margaret and Jennifer laughed at the two men. "You guys are just terrible.", said Margaret. They continued to stroke their partners slowly straightening dicks.

Jennifer, her head propped on her free hand, asked Bert, "So we know who Augie did. Who'd you do while away from home? You do your daughter-in-law's mom, too?"

"Oh, no. I did my daughter-in-law.", said Bert.

"What?!", exclaimed Augie. "You did Carol?! Your own daughter-in-law?! What'd your kid say about that?"

"Oh, Augie, lighten up. He doesn't know nothing. Hell, I've been doing her for years."

"Since when?"

"Since that visit six years ago. Remember, they brought the kids and stayed for a week. You moved out. I did her then. And every time we get together since, we always really get together."

"I remember that. I moved in with the McMurty sisters for the week." Looking over at Margaret, Augie said, "Twins, but not identical. Mid-fifties, real lookers. One's a widow, the other's divorced. Greeted me at the door in, what do you call them? Sort of like corsets, but only covering about half their tits..."

Margaret answered, "Bustiers? Teddiettes? 'Merry Widow's?"

"Yeah,", continued Augie. "'Merry Widow's. And stockings and heels, too. Damn near broke it off that week."

"Well,", continued Bert. "One morning, I was in the kitchen in my bathrobe drinking my coffee and reading Playboy. Carol came in wearing a bikini, heels, and a beach cover-up. She poured herself a cup of coffee. Bill had taken the kids to a movie, and she was going to meet them at the pool later. She started scolding me about the magazine, so I told her I was old, not dead. She looked over my shoulder and saw my cock sticking up through my bathrobe, and said I was right, I wasn't dead after all."

"I covered up a bit, but she kept teasing me. She opened up her cover-up and asked if she looked as good as the girls in the magazine. Well I was getting kinda tired of her crap, so I said I couldn't tell, she was still dressed. Now that surprised her, let me tell you. Then, I saw her looking at my crotch, where I still had a hardon, and she took off the cover-up. She popped off the bra, and said, 'How's this?' She looked pretty good. So I said, she still had too many clothes on. After about another minute, she pulled down her panties. She's just standing there in her heels. And now my hardon has popped out of the robe, again. I turned to her and started eating. Then I fucked her twice on the table. Then she left for the pool, and I took a nap."

"And now you do her every visit?", asked Jennifer.

"Yeah, sure. Sooner or later, she gets her husband and the kids out of the way for an afternoon. And we get reacquainted. Horizontally."

Between the conversation and the continued gentle massage the women were providing, both men were erect. Bert maneuvered Jennifer so she was laying on top of him. Raising his knees to spread her legs, he gently pushed her down until his organ was entombed. Augie and Margaret watched them slowly writhe on the bed, Margaret continuously stroking his cock, until Augie moved to enter her.

"Give me five minutes, Augie. Nature calls. I need to piss."

"Oh, Christ, baby. You get me hard like this, and I can't fuck you.", Augie whined. Then he looked at the coupling couple and got an idea. "Hey, you two. Spread your legs. I'm going to make a sandwich."

Her immediate needs forgotten in her newfound concern, Margaret asked Jennifer if she was sure she wanted to do this. At Jennifer's assurance that she'd ass fucked before, she positioned Augie between Jennifer's and Bert's wide spread legs. Taking a tube of KY jelly from her purse, she applied the lubricant to Augie's erect cock and Jennifer's squirming asshole. Then, as Augie braced his arms and straightened his back, she guided his rigid pole slowly into her niece's waiting hole.

"Everything okay, honey?", she asked.

Looking out from between the two softly grunting men, Jennifer replied, "Better than you can imagine. This is just fine."

Satisfied that her niece was in no danger, she announced, "Well, have fun. Guys, I've been up all day. I'm going to take a quick shower. Back in a bit.", and headed into the bath.

Jennifer doubted the two men had even noticed. She had only paid attention because she had been looking sideways towards her aunt. Otherwise, she wouldn't have cared either. The sensations were incredible. She had assfucked occasionally before, but usually the boy rushed, or didn't lubricate well enough, and there was some pain. Now she could feel the two slim, stiff cocks slowly slipping in and out, separated by the thinnest of membranes. She could feel the veins rubbing against each other, with her in the middle. By keeping her weight on her forearms, she managed to keep from crushing Bert, and by clenching her pussy or anal sphincter, was able to keep the two men under a semblance of control.

After about fifteen minutes, Margaret came back from the bathroom. Wrapped in a towel, she was surprised to see the trio still screwing. All three were now sweating profusely, and beginning to thrust and buck much faster. Evidently, her niece had been able to manage the situation quite handily. Walking towards the bed, she reached between the three sets of spread legs and began rubbing their crotches. From top to bottom the threesome began to come, Jennifer moaning as Bert filled her cunt and Augie spewed into her bowels.

Augie pulled out of Jennifer, and Jennifer rolled off Bert. Standing, Augie took Jennifer's hand and said, "Come on, kid. Let's get cleaned off.", and led her into the bath. She slipped out of the heels and stockings and climbed into the shower. Turning to Augie, she asked, "Join me?"

"Not right now, Jenny. But leave the door open. I'll watch."

Jennifer took a long hot shower. Augie washed his member at the sink, and then sat on the toilet watching as Jennifer took special care to thoroughly wash her breasts, pussy, and ass. She even thought it necessary to use the massage shower head to clean these areas. By the time she had gotten out of the shower, she was horny and he was hard again. Augie took a towel and dried her off. Again, for some reason, her breasts, pussy, and ass needed extra drying.

Sitting again on the toilet, he softly grabbed her hips, and pulled her pussy to his mouth. He ate her slowly but thoroughly, until her knees were quivering. Then he stopped and stood.

"Do I need to put on the stockings and shoes again?", she asked.

"Not for me. But bring the high heels. Bert likes women in high heels." Leaving the bathroom, Augie's erection pointing the way, the squeals and grunts they had heard earlier became louder. Margaret, now minus the towel, but in her high heels, was bent over the armchair. Bert, evidently inspired by Augie's earlier ass fuck, had decided Maggie needed to be reamed. He was vigorously pounding her, and Margaret seemed to enjoy it tremendously. Her skin was flushed, her tits were swinging, and her nipples were as hard and as erect as Bert's cock.

Augie's only comment to Jennifer was, "I told you he liked high heels.



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Chapter 8


The wakeup call at 8:00 woke only Margaret, who leaned across the space between the beds to rouse her niece. Both men snored on. Unsurprisingly, the men had collapsed into deep sleep a fuck or two after the girls had showered. Margaret motioned for Jennifer to follow, and headed for the bath.

"Grab a shower and get dressed.", she whispered. "I've got room service bringing up some coffee, juice, and croissants. Roger should be bringing the car by at nine, so we've got an hour."

"What about these guys?", asked Jennifer.

"Party's over. Don't wake them up."

The two women quietly showered and dressed. Both put on tight jeans, tee shirts with no bras, and their high heels. Room service brought the continental breakfast while Margaret was showering. If the waiter noticed the two elderly men sprawled naked and snoring on the beds, he didn't say anything.

Just as they finished packing Margaret's bag, a knock on the door announced the bellboy. It also awoke Bert, who looked up to see the women handing their luggage to the young man. Turning to Bert, she said, "Good morning, sleepyhead! Our ride is here so we've got to go."

"Oh. I was kinda hoping for a, well, you know, special good-bye."

Looking at her niece, Margaret shrugged her shoulders. Jennifer nodded in agreement.

Margaret turned and gave instructions to the bellboy. "Take these down to the limousine. We'll be along in fifteen minutes." She then closed the door and turned to see Bert shaking Augie awake. "Blow jobs only, fellows. We've got to get going."

"Come on, buddy. Last chance.", said Bert to Augie.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Augie awoke to find the women pulling their shirts over their heads. They dropped to their knees at the side of the bed. Both men had recovered from their late night fuckfest, and their cocks stood hard and firm in the women's mouth. Margaret and Jennifer licked and sucked for about ten minutes before the men groaned and popped their corks.

Topless, the women walked to the service cart and drank some juice, to clean their mouths. Dressing again, they said farewell. Jennifer kissed Augie and Bert on the top of their bald spots, and Margaret pulled a business card from her purse and dropped it on the nightstand. "In case you're ever in our neck of the woods. Bye, guys."

They were silent walking down the hall to the elevator and riding the elevator to the lobby. When they got to the lobby, Margaret put her hand on Jennifer's arm to stop her, looked out through the glass front, pointed and waved. "This way, honey.", she said, and led the way out the glass doors.

Walking to a black limousine, she greeted the driver, opening the rear door. "Roger, thanks so very much. This is my niece, Jenny. She'll be staying with us. Jenny, meet Roger. He does all sorts of things out at the Lakehouse. Let's go, folks." Roger commented that he had already picked up the missing bags at the airport, at which Jennifer was quite thankful.

If Roger wondered why the two women slept the entire way home, he didn't ask.

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Jennifer woke a few minutes before the car arrived at the Lakehouse. Looking at the beautiful Nevada countryside, she felt the car slow down and looked to see the limousine pull off the road into a long driveway. She reached over and tapped her aunt on the shoulder. "I think we're here."

Margaret opened her eyes and looked around. "Yep, no place like home."

Roger pulled the car up to the front door of a very large house. As he opened the door, Jennifer could only stand and stare at the residence. "My, God, it's huge! What do you call this style?"

Margaret smiled and said, "Well we're not really sure. Some might call it Victorian Eclectic."

Roger laughed and said, "And some might call it Victorian Grotesque."

All three laughed at the comment. In truth, the house was Victorian and huge. It consisted of a large, three-story Victorian house, to which two large two-story wings had been added. The wings went back, giving the house a U shape, with one side longer than the other. This was where one of the wings attached to a large garage.

Margaret turned to Roger. "Roger, would you please take our bags in. Jenny will be staying in the guest room." She faced Jennifer. "You want the nickel tour?"

"You bet."

Leading her up the porch towards the front door, Margaret started. "Originally this place was just the main center section without any wings. The banker built it for your great-grandma, which is how it came into the family. After he died, she took some money she had gotten from him and added the east wing. That connected the house with the old barn, and formed the living quarters for the girls. Your grandma added on the west wing."

By now Jennifer was inside the front door. A large hallway opened onto a foyer with a parquet floor, a large oaken staircase circled up to the third story, and French doors opened into the west wing. "All business is conducted in the west wing.", said Margaret, leading Jennifer towards the French doors. Jennifer noticed a small desk and chair in the corner of the foyer, near a large closet. Seeing her interest, Margaret added, "The hostess sits at the desk. The closet, of course, is for guest's coats."

"The foyer opens into the parlor.", Margaret continued. This was a large, plush, room, richly finished with a number of well upholstered armchairs and couches. Along the back wall was a small bar. "Once a guest has been welcomed, he is brought in here. He can have a drink, meet and select a companion, and so forth." Another set of French doors, this time with frosted glass was open, showing another similarly furnished, but smaller room, leading off from the parlor. "This is the sitting room."

Two beautiful women were in the sitting room watching a game show on a wide screen television. They looked up as Margaret and Jennifer came in. "Ladies, no one is watching for guests.", Margaret chided. "Jennifer, this is Alice, and this is Rachel. We always want to be on our toes in the public rooms, as guests can sometimes just pop in.", she said, as much to the two girls as to her niece.

"Sorry, ma'am. We didn't want to have the TV up too loud in the parlor.", replied Alice, a short and swarthy brunette. She and Rachel, a tall and willowy redhead dressed in a chic jumpsuit, stood and headed into the parlor. Alice, in a short halter top sundress, turned off the television as she passed it.

"Hold on girls. Where is everybody? The place looks deserted."

Rachel responded. "Jackie, Kate, Lisa, and Bobbi were on overnight escorts. They haven't gotten back yet, but'll probably get here soon. Rocky's helping unload supplies in the kitchen. Everybody else is still asleep, I guess."

"Business good?"

"Okay.", said Alice. "Nothing great, but not dead either."

"Well, I didn't miss the weekend, at least.", mused Margaret. "I'd like to introduce my niece, Jennifer. Jennifer will be staying on to act as my secretary and office manager. And she'll also be helping out as assistant hostess, once she gets her feet on the ground."

"Can you cook?", asked Alice.

"Yeah, really.", continued Rachel.

Confused, Jennifer could only stammer out, "Umm... well... er, no. Or at least nothing beyond bacon and eggs. Why?"

Laughing, Rachel said, "Because the cook is off on Mondays, and we need someone new to pick on."

The foursome laughed for a moment, then Margaret said, "Come on, honey. Let's keep going." Turning back to the two girls, she said, "And remember, stay in the parlor." Turning back to Jennifer, she led her out a back door in the sitting room, into a hallway running the length of the wing. "The sitting room is used for small parties, while the parlor is for traffic. Both rooms open onto the main hall.", she said indicating the nicely carpeted and wallpapered hallway they had just entered. A circular staircase, nice, but not as grand as the main staircase, went to the second floor, near the entrances to the parlor and sitting room.

"Parties? I'm not sure I follow you." said Jennifer.

"Well, we have three main areas of business. First, we provide escorts. You heard, four of the girls were out last night as escorts. This is about a third of our business. Escorts may or may not include sex, but we always price things the same. In addition to escorts would be high end call girl service."

"Walk ins comprise most of the balance. It's just like it sounds. Most evenings gentlemen will drive in for an hour or two, and leave. However, sometimes groups of men will come in, to party, and in those cases, such groups use the sitting room." She continued, "Also, we have a small, but very profitable, number of corporate customers. These groups almost invariably request the sitting room, for discretion."

She began leading Jennifer down the hallway. "Now upstairs, in this wing, are mostly small bedrooms, for use by average customers. On this floor, we have several other rooms, which will cost extra. For instance, this is the 'Office'", she said, opening the nearest door.

Looking in, Jennifer thought it looked just like a typical office. Desk and chair, an armchair, a couch, a few file cabinets. She said as much to her aunt.

"Well, that's all it is, of course. But, do you know how many men fantasize about screwing their secretaries in their offices? About leaning back in their leather swivel chair getting a blow job? Butt fucking on the desk? This is very popular."

Going across the hallway, she opened another door. "Also popular is the 'Jacuzzi Room'. We've got a whirlpool here big enough for a small party. And through that door is a small sauna. When not in use, the staff can use these rooms. Also the 'Exercise Room'." She continued down the hallway, showing the 'Jungle Room', the 'Mirror Room', the 'Doctor's Office', and so forth. The final door seemed much heavier, and Jennifer mentioned it.

"Well, this is the 'Bondage Room'. Some of our clients like to tie girls up. Or like to be tied up. The doors and walls in here are soundproofed."

"You do S&M here? Gee, I don't know about this...", worried Jennifer.

"Oh, nothing real dangerous. We don't allow anything that can cause pain or hurt the girls. They're the assets of the business, after all. Besides, there's a hidden camera in the ceiling. Roger monitors it whenever the room is being used."

Jennifer looked around the room. The decorator had been heavily into black leather and brass chains. Shackles were seemingly everywhere, and the only furniture was an adjustable, waist high, leather couch. "Now this place is spooky." was her only comment.

Margaret laughed and led her out of the room. Taking her upstairs, she opened up a door on the second floor hallway. "These are typical rooms for typical customers. A bed, an armchair, a TV and VCR, and a few porno tapes."

"So where does everyone else sleep? And just how many is everyone else?"

Margaret led Jennifer through a side door that apparently connected the two wings through the main section. They began walking back towards the main house. "I live on the third floor of the main house. The entire floor is a large suite. The east wing first and second floors contain bedrooms for the staff. The main house contains the kitchen and dining areas, a lounge, and several other rooms. Customers are only allowed in the west wing." She led Jennifer upstairs to the second floor of the main house.

"Your room is on the second floor, here." Jennifer entered a large, pretty room. It consisted of an attached sitting/dressing area, a large bedroom with a very large bed, and a bathroom. It was actually a small suite. Her luggage was placed neatly in a corner. "It's not as big as some, but it's larger than some others."

"It's beautiful.", said Jennifer, running her hands over the pink satin and brocade. "It's just perfect." She turned and hopped up onto the canopied bed. "So who else is here?"

"Well, let's see now. We've got fourteen girls working here, but there's usually one or two on leave or out sick or otherwise not around. Roger handles the bar at nights and Rocky greets customers. They handle security."

"Bouncers, huh?"

"Bouncers. Plus any other little odds and ends we have. And Mrs. McMurphy comes in five days a week, to clean and cook. And you and me." She looked around. "Well, you can take a nap, or come down and meet everybody."

"Let's go."



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Chapter 9


The two women went back down the stairs and to the kitchen. By now, mid-morning, the house was showing some life, as people woke and began moving. Approximately half a dozen beautiful young women were gathered around a kitchen table. Margaret introduced them to Jennifer.

"Most mornings we simply have coffee and juice, fruit, some buns and pastries. You know, sort of a continental breakfast. Lunch is usually sandwiches and soup, or something else of the sort. Mrs. McMurphy prepares a nice dinner before she leaves for the day. You'll meet her later. I'm sure she's starting some wash by now."

Jennifer looked around the room. All the women there were young and stunning, ranging in age from the late teens to the late twenties. Most were dressed informally, tee shirts, jeans, sweatsuits, and the like, although one of the girls, whom she had heard was an escort the previous night, was in a skintight sequined evening gown. Roger was sitting in the corner reading a newspaper. When he looked up at the introductions, Jennifer took a closer look. He seemed to be in his mid to late twenties, average size and build, but with eyes that didn't smile. Those eyes are older than the rest, she thought.

Just then a heavy plodding thundered through the kitchen. Looking around wildly, she calmed down after seeing the girls laugh at her wide-eyed concern. Then, coming through a door obviously connected to the basement, came the largest man she had ever seen. Easily 6'3" tall, he must have weighed well over two hundred and forty pounds. His neck seemed to be missing, as his shoulders simply glided up to his head. Since he was wearing shorts and a tank top, his bulging muscles were readily apparent. Turning towards Jennifer, he stopped and smiled when he saw her. "Hi, I'm Rocky. You must be Jennifer.", he boomed out and engulfed her hand in a giant paw. Turning to Margaret, still smiling, he said, "Supplies are all away now, Maggie." And then he barged from the room, heading down the hallway.

"And that was Rocky." laughed Bobbi, the tall, well stacked blond who was still dressed from the last night's escort duties. "He doesn't just come into a room, he makes an entrance."

Jennifer smiled and shook her head. "I guess you could say so." Turning towards the other man in the room, she asked, "Roger, do you enter a room, or do you make an entrance, too?"

Roger simply looked up and smiled, before turning back to the newspaper.

"You'll never know Roger has entered a room, until you see him standing there.", answered Adrian, a short redhead in tee shirt and cutoffs. "Some ninja thing or something. Right, Roger?" she called to him.

Roger just smiled.

Margaret took her niece's arm and led her out a back door. "Now out here we have the pool and a hot tub. And the back yard. Again, guests are not welcome in the non-public parts of the house."

"So, where's the lake?"

"Huh, what lake?"

"Well, I mean, it is called the Lakehouse, after all. So where's the lake?"

Margaret laughed. "Honey, there hasn't been a lake here since the Depression. Ever since they put the dam in Howterville up, the lake has been a dry lake. Sorry kid, just well water now."

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It took several days for Jennifer to get the hang of her new responsibilities. Margaret showed her the office, a large and spacious room on the first floor that was actually quite comfortable. But Margaret had not been joking when she said that things had been getting backed up since her previous secretary had left. Jennifer worked twelve hour days for over a week, filing, indexing, computerizing, checking and rechecking records, and so on, until some semblance of order came to the office.

Still, Jennifer had some time to herself. She rapidly learned to love the hot Nevada sun and the pool in the back. A few days after her arrival, she and several of the girls were sunbathing around the pool one morning when she saw Roger walk by. He was with Denise, a small blonde in a string bikini, and they were headed towards the dry lake with a blanket and picnic basket. "So Roger's got the hots for Denise.", commented Jennifer.

Looking up at the departing couple, Lacy, a tall brunette who had removed her suit, said "No, not really. It's just sort of in the contract, so to speak."

"Huh?"

"Well, Roger and Rocky, in addition to room and board, and cash money, of course, have access to other, um, perks.", she continued. "Like us."

"No. Really? You're kidding me, right?"

"No, she ain't, kid.", replied Debby, a big titted blonde, who was also taking the sun nude. She was on the far side of Lacy, and was a few years older than either of them. "Not mind you, that it's all that bad. Speaking professionally, of course, both Roger and Rocky have acceptable performance. And what with the number of girls to choose from, purely random chance would indicate that you're only going to have to fuck one of them maybe once a week."

"Really. So, professionally speaking, of course, which one is better.", asked Jennifer.

"Hmmm, that's a tough one.", said Lacy. "It's sort of like quality versus quantity, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah.", chimed in Carla, a medium build blonde next to Jennifer. She was sunning herself topless, like Jennifer. "Rocky, now he's got the quantity. I mean, like, it's just fucking huge. Biggest I've ever done. It's almost painful."

"But Roger, now he's pretty average size.", said Debby. "But boy, does he know how to use it. I'm not sure which I like the most."

"Yeah, don't get us wrong, Jenny. Both are much better than average in performance. Unless you're gay, you're going to like it. Either one."

"So how come neither has hit on me?"

"New kid on the block?", suggested Carla.

"Nah, they'd be all over fresh meat.", said Lacy. "More likely, they figure you to be in the same category as Maggie, and only screw when requested. And you haven't requested yet."

"You mean Aunt Marg... Maggie, has these guys..."

"Yep.", said Carla.

"Haven't you ever noticed how she sometimes takes a nap in the afternoons. And how you can't find one of the guys then. Or that well fucked look in her eyes at dinner that night.", asked Debby. "Come on, kid, wake up."

"Yeah.", said Lacy. "But I've seen those two limping down the hallways, too. I'm not at all sure who's working out whom."

"Wow." was all Jennifer could say.

Jennifer worked in the office mornings and afternoons, and following dinner, early evenings. Then, avoiding the public rooms, she would retire to her room to read and watch television. She soon discovered that in the cabinet holding the VCR there was a small collection of dirty movies. Before long, it seemed like almost every night she went to sleep watching one of the movies. She would undress and crawl between the sheets, and as her eyes watched the images of fellatio, cunnilingus, and intercourse, her fingers would begin their stealthy progress to the cleft between her thighs. There she would begin the massagings and deep probings that would leave her temporarily sated in thundering climax.

But Jennifer's finger fucks weren't satisfactory to her. Even after finding the dildos and vibrators in the nightstand, she still felt unfulfilled. She experimented several nights with small and large ones, vibrating and non-vibrating, ass and pussy, but still longed for a man's lips and arms and hot, surging cock.

After several days, she was caught up enough to enjoy a sauna with several of the girls. Joining her in the sauna was Carla, Jackie, a short, auburn haired girl with large, firm breasts and thighs, and Lisa, a taller, slimmer blond with small perky breasts. They set the heat to a medium level, took off their towels, and stretched out on the benches to rest and relax. Soon the conversation turned to the men at the Lakehouse.

"So,", said Jennifer, "Tell me more about Roger and Rocky. Which is better in bed?"

"Christ! You really are horny.", exclaimed Carla. The sweat was dripping down her neck and running along her firm tits. "Why don't you just fuck them and find out?"

"No. I mean, I couldn't..."

"Bullshit!", laughed Jackie. "You think your aunt is the only one here who's dragged them into the bushes? Good God, girl, they've been had by almost everyone here."

"Everyone?"

"Well, maybe not quite everyone.", continued Jackie. "But almost. I mean, some of us lean towards the female persuasion, if you get my drift."

"Uh, I get it. I'm just surprised that in this, um, business, you'd get many gay, um, businesspeople."

Lisa, who had been quiet till now, spoke up, "Well, business is business, and personal is personal. Some of us prefer other girls. And some don't have a preference, and switch hit, so to speak." She smiled and said, "Who better than a woman to know how to please another woman?"

"So how does somebody know who's who around here?"

"Well,", Lisa continued, "In here, I'm gay, Carla's straight, and Jackie's bi." Looking over at the hot and sweaty form laying on the bench, she smacked her lips.

"I'll grant you that part about a woman knowing all the right spots.", said Carla, speaking up. "But there's nothing like a good stiff cock to make me feel right with the world."

"I don't know.", said Jackie. "If the choice is between some ugly, smelly, fat slob of a guy and a cute chick, I'll sleep with the chick anytime."

"Now which way do you go?", asked Lisa.

"Uh, straight, I guess." Jennifer sat upright on the bench.

"You guess?", asked Carla.

"Well, I mean, I've never done anything else."

"So, you want to try something new?", asked Jackie. She slid her hand over to Jennifer's leg, and began to massage her calf. The sensation was new to the young girl, and the shiver that ran up her thigh was one of excitement. "I think you liked that.", said Jackie. Jennifer moaned softly, as Jackie's hand slid slowly up the inside of her thigh.

Lisa slid down the bench and lowered herself to the floor between Jennifer's legs. Lisa spread the legs farther apart and slowly began licking and nibbling on the soft flesh of Jennifer's inner thighs. Jennifer's eyes opened wide, and her breathing became deeper and somewhat irregular.

Jackie moved over to the two women and sat on the bench facing Jennifer. Reaching over, she cupped her breasts and began slowly rubbing the large, dark nipples.

Jennifer asked, "What should I do?"

While Lisa began licking farther up the thigh, Jackie said, "Start with my tits. Just do what you'd want a man to do to you." Several minutes went by mutually fondling each other, then Jackie lowered her head and began sucking and licking Jennifer's sweat drenched breasts.

By now, Lisa had slowly lowered her mouth to the hot, dripping snatch between Jennifer's thighs. Lisa's tongue slowly but surely parted the ruby lips and found Jennifer's clit. Jennifer pushed her pelvis forward, and Lisa began rapidly licking her tunnel and sucking her clit. Not wanting to be left unpleasured, she straddled one of Jennifer's legs, moving her hot pussy around her shin and ankle. Jennifer responded by moving her leg rhythmically, rubbing Lisa's exposed clit with the hard bones of her leg and foot. Hearing Lisa's slurping, Jackie knelt on the bench and thrust her pelvis in Jennifer's face. "Just like you'd want a man to do.", was all she told the girl.

Faced with this surprising but delightful dilemma, Jennifer could only comply. Her own pussy spasming from the steady lapping Lisa was providing, she buried her head in her friend's crotch. Holding Jackie's asscheeks to be steady, she stuck her tongue as far up the wet and juicy cunt as she could. That was how she really liked to be eaten - lips pressed into her cunt, tongue licking out the depths. Jackie must like it this way, too, she thought, because she was soon moaning loudly. Jennifer found the sweet but salty taste interesting. She had often tasted pussy juice before, but only the drying remains of her own, on a cock she was sucking. This was immeasurably different.

It seemed like hours of pleasure went by, but all too soon, the three began moaning and shaking, and one by one collapsed onto the bench, sweaty and spent. They looked over at Carla, whom they had forgotten about in their passion.

Carla, despite her comments about being straight, couldn't help but be affected by the tableau before her. Sitting upright, she had leaned back against the wall and spread her legs. She ran her hands to her shaved pussy and, spreading the lips, began to pleasure herself. The fingers of one hand went deep within her pleasure hole, the others began rubbing furiously on her clit. By the time the threesome had achieved their first orgasm, she was well on her way to a second.

Before the trio had their final orgasms, she had pulled a large dildo out from under the bench and inserted it into her heaving cunt. As the other women watched, she began ramming it the entire twelve inch length rapidly into herself. She came explosively, with a final, massive cry of pleasure, and sank down onto the bench.

Jackie spoke to Jennifer first. "So. Did you enjoy that? Any thoughts on preferences now?"

"That was just great.", she said, eyes still dreamily unfocused on the ceiling. "But, uh, I'm still, um, not..."

"You still want a stiff cock.", finished Carla.

"Yeah.", was the sole response.

"So fuck one of the guys.", said Lisa. "Just grab one of them, stick your hand down his pants, and say fuck me now. I've never heard of a man who can resist that."

"Shit. I guess not.", laughed Jennifer. "But still, invite me for a sauna again, sometime."



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Chapter 10


Finally, by the end of the week following her arrival, she felt that things were caught up enough to allow a more normal schedule, and told her aunt so.

"Well, that's good. You need to learn the rest of the business as well. Don't forget, I also need you as an assistant hostess."

"So what do I do? And when?", quizzed Jennifer.

"Well, when is evenings. Or whenever I'm busy, or away.", responded Margaret. "The hostess greets callers, takes their coats, takes payments, introduces them to the girls, and makes any arrangements necessary. As assistant hostess, you'll do this whenever I'm busy. Once you get the hang of it, we'll probably switch off for succeeding customers."

Margaret took Jennifer to Jennifer's room to prepare for the coming evening. Jennifer showered and dressed carefully. She pulled on black thigh top stockings, and a black half-cup bra. over these she put on a sheer, gray blouse and a long black velvet wrap skirt. High heels finished the look. Then she went up to her aunt's suite.

The third floor had been totally taken over and converted to one large suite. A large bedroom, large bath with whirlpool tub, dressing room, and living room made up the suite. Margaret rapidly showered and poured herself into a strapless, backless, sequined gown, cut high along one thigh, with thigh high stockings and heels beneath. Margaret's ample breasts seemed as if they were about to burst from the top, but she seemed comfortable. After checking in the mirrors lining the bathroom, they went downstairs.

Entering the hallway, Jennifer could smell pizza. But entering the kitchen she was astounded to see that while everyone was eating pizza from a half-dozen boxes on the kitchen table, all the women were eating topless. The pizza delivery boy was leaning against the counter, eyes closed, pants around his knees, while a girl Jennifer hadn't met yet was on her knees, topless, giving him a blow job. Turning to her aunt, but unable to take her eyes off the Fellini-esque scene, she whispered, "What the fuck is going on?"

Her aunt leaned towards her and whispered, "We get free pizzas. The kid pays for them himself. Sort of like the barter system." Then standing straight, she reached behind her, and pulled the zipper down. Her own tits popped out of the bustier style top.

Oh, well, here goes, thought Jennifer. Leaning back towards her aunt, she asked, "Anything else bartered for, here?", and took off her blouse. By now the delivery boy's eyes were open again, staring at her and her aunt's tits. His hips bucking frantically, he spewed down the kneeling whore's throat. Reaching down, he quickly pulled his pants up, and took off out the back door. The women pulled their tops back on.

"Occasionally.", Aunt Margaret said. "Mrs. McMurphy doesn't work Fridays and Mondays. So Friday, we order out for pizza, and Monday we take turns cooking. That's why the girls wanted to know if you could cook. It gets awful boring eating the same bad food on Monday nights.", said Margaret, between bites of pizza.

Jennifer, and a few of the other women, had left their tops off while eating the greasy pizza. She noticed that Roger and Rocky were in the kitchen, also, and that they had been watching the proceedings all along. The thought somehow made her excited, and she could feel her nipples begin to harden. She rapidly finished her pizza, and left the room.

She still hadn't been able to get laid. After the sauna that morning, she had gone looking for either of the men, but both were unavailable. They had gone to Vegas for supplies and to drop off several girls for appointments, and had only gotten back right before dinner.

Buttoning her transparent blouse, she arrived in the parlor in time to hear the doorbell ring. She stood, startled, to see a burst of activity as everyone seemingly flew to their positions. Several chicly dressed women settled themselves into chairs in the parlor, as Roger, now in tuxedo, moved behind the bar. Margaret, now looking nothing like the topless pizza eater she was moments earlier, took Jennifer's arm and towed her into the foyer. "Just follow me around, keep your mouth shut, and watch what I do.", she said. She nodded to Rocky, also in a tux, who opened the door for the night's first client.

Despite her inexperience, Jennifer easily understood the flow of traffic and the procedure being followed. Customers would show up, sometimes singly, sometimes in groups of two or three. After Rocky showed the men in, Margaret would meet them in the foyer, often by first name and with a kiss. Hats and coats, if any, were taken care of. Most of the men wore suits and ties. Many of the men were regular customers, and Margaret simply took the proffered cash and escorted them into the parlor. Roger would offer them a drink, and then they would select one of the girls, who would lead them out of the room. On at least two occasions, Margaret would open a drawer in the small desk and process a credit card on a reader inside.

New clients, or simply friends of previous customers who had never been to the Lakehouse, received a more formal greeting. Prior to paying, they would be escorted to the bar. There they would be shown a small leather bound book, looking much like a wine menu in a fine restaurant. Inside, in finely done calligraphy, on the left side would be a price list. On the right side, would be a statement that "... fantasies, costumes, and unusual requests are our specialty..." and an invitation to peruse the "Fantasy Book" for special ideas.

Jennifer had looked through the "Fantasy Book" several days before. "After all,", said her aunt, "What else do we really sell except fantasy. So we specialize in different outfits and getups, dressing up or down as the client wants." Most of the outfits modeled in the book were fairly standard male fantasies. The "French Maid" was so old a fantasy as to be laughable, but several others raised her eyebrows. The "Cowgirl" outfit consisted of high-heeled boots, chaps and a cowboy hat, while the "Indian Maid" wore a tiny leather breechcloth, a tiny fringed leather vest, and a headband and feather. There was a "Schoolgirl" that would certainly have raised a principal's eye, and a "Nun" that would have raised a bishop's blood pressure. The photos had been done in large, glossy stock, and were quite professionally done in a tasteful, for the subject, manner. The various costumes and outfits were kept in a large dressing room down the hall. "The calligraphy, printing, and photos were done by barter, too.", Margaret informed Jennifer.

While the new client was sitting at the bar reading the price list and looking at the book, his senses were being overwhelmed by the pulchritude surrounding him. Aside from the proprietress' spectacular voluptuousness, the available girls were seated, casually facing him. Tonight, Bobbi, a tall, bosomy blonde, was wearing a blue, halter top gown, slit almost from the throat to the waist. Denise, much smaller, was wearing an off the shoulder red minidress. Adrian, short and flamingly redheaded, wore a floor length, strapless green gown, daringly slit above mid-thigh. Lacy wore an easily removed black silk jumpsuit, split to below the waist front and rear. Alice, short and dark colored, with dark brown hair, wore a blouse and miniskirt. Rachel, slim and tall, emphasized her long, shapely legs with a skirt with multiple long slits and overlapping layers of chiffon. All the women wore high heels and thigh top stockings. Undergarments were either not worn and obviously not worn, or worn and highlighted. Depending on how she sat, a client could see above Denise's stocking tops to the trim bush above, or through Rachel's gauze top to the demi-bra beneath.

Jennifer had asked her aunt about the sitting room and the parties held there, occasionally. Margaret had told her that occasionally, a group would meet and desire something other that the standard fare. They were segregated in the separate room, so as not to interfere with normal business.

"Like what?", she had asked.

"Well, for instance, once a year, at the end of the season, the booster club pays for the high school football team to come out for a party. Now, they're nice boys, but awful young and noisy. And not too sophisticated. So we leave some of the girls out in the parlor, dressed nice. And the rest put on stockings, teddies, 'Merry Widow's, and the like, and take care of the boys in the sitting room."

"The football team?"

"Rah, rah, rah.", Margaret said with a smile.

Now, only the parlor was in use, with girls and men moving around, quietly drinking and then moving on to the rooms out back. Occasionally, a gentlemen would request a special outfit from the book, and a young women would leave to change. Then the two hostesses would move the man to the sitting room, where behind the frosted glass, he could inspect the freshly made up fantasy upon the whore's return.

The time went by rapidly for Jennifer, learning a new side of the business. Around midnight, two girls returned from escort appointments, and the crowd began to thin appreciably. Trouble didn't start for another hour.

About one in the morning, as the evening's business seemed to be over, a quartet of men entered the foyer. Rocky escorted them in, but surreptitiously caught Roger's eye with a silent warning. Several of the men had been drinking heavily. After one said the bill was to go on his account, Margaret and Jennifer escorted them into the parlor.

"I want you.", said a large, loud drunk to Jennifer.

Margaret smoothly stepped between the two. "I'm afraid Jenny isn't available. Why don't you select from..."

"Shut up, you old bag. You're all whores and I'll choose which whore I want.", he said darkly. Most of his companions laughed, except for the one whose account was to be charged. He seemed flabbergasted, and distinctly ill at ease. "I want you.", he repeated to Jennifer, and shoved Margaret aside, taking Jennifer's arm roughly.

Faster and quieter than she had thought possible, Roger had placed himself at the drunk's side. Calmly laying one hand on his shoulder and the other on the elbow of the arm holding the terrified girl, he quietly said, "I think you've made a mistake. Wouldn't you agree?"

The fat drunk opened his mouth to argue, but stopped as Roger applied pressure to nerves in the arm and shoulder. Wide-eyed he attempted to pull away, but failed, as the pressure increased. Before his companions could intervene, Rocky was behind them. "Gentlemen, I believe you were just saying good night.", he said. He laid a massive hand on each shoulder and gently turned the friends towards the front door. Moved as if by the hand of God himself, the men were effortlessly walked through the foyer.

In the parlor, the drunk had stopped squirming, and now, face pinched and sweating heavily, and eyes bulging out of their sockets, Roger turned him to face the now composed Margaret. Despite the much larger man's struggles, Roger hadn't been budged, and the quiet smile had never wavered. Applying yet more pressure, he said, "I believe you were about to apologize?"

"Yes... Yes, I'm sorry. Real sorry.", he said through clenched teeth. He was in agony. The remaining girls stared silently at the sight.

"Then, I think you were going to be leaving.", finished Roger, as still holding the man, he calmly maneuvered him to the front door. Rocky was holding the door open, still watching the drunk's friends. Roger walked the sweating, pained man to his car and let go only when he had sat down in his seat. Rocky continued to watch, as Roger reentered the house and returned to the parlor.

"Mister Timmons! What was the meaning of that?", demanded Margaret, imperiously.

"Oh my God.", the man with the account said, staring out the door. "They're new clients. They flew in and we worked late. They wanted dinner and drinks and a little action.", he stammered. Turning to Margaret, he continued, "Maggie, you gotta believe me. I had no idea." His voice took on a pleading tone.

Margaret thought for a moment. "Well, you've been a good friend, at least until this... incident. But perhaps you shouldn't return for, oh, say, a few weeks. And of course, your account will be debited the cost of what tonight would have been worth."

"Anything. Anything! I don't want any trouble."

"Then perhaps you should choose better clients.", she said. "Good-bye, Mister Timmons." The conversation was at a close.



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Chapter 11


Margaret closed for the night after the men had left. Jennifer sank onto a barstool in disbelief, as the remaining girls clustered around her and her aunt, offering support. Rocky and Roger returned shortly from the front gate.

"They're gone." said Roger simply, as he moved back around the bar. He poured a round of brandies for the group. After several more minutes, the remaining girls left for their rooms.

When they four were alone, things were quiet for a moment. Then Margaret spoke up. "Roger, Rocky, thank you so very much. You handled that quite perfectly." Both men nodded their thanks for the appreciation, Jennifer noticing that they were acknowledging the thanks as professionals would. "Are you all right, kid?", she asked her niece.

"Yeah. I think I'm just going to sit here for a while and have another brandy. Or two."

"Christ, kid, finish the bottle." Margaret looked across the bar at Roger.

"I'll see she's all right." he said.

She nodded. "Well, then. It's been a long day, and a longer night. I'm for bed." Jennifer saw her walk out the door to the foyer. As she turned the corner, where she thought her niece couldn't see, her aunt unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. Now clad only in stockings and heels, she asked Rocky to lend her his arm. Her small nipples were quite erect. The sight reawoke Jennifer's desires, suppressed for too long.

Roger came back around the bar with the bottle of brandy. He refilled both snifters and sat on a bar stool next to Jennifer. Looking across the room, he took off his jacket, untied his bow tie, and sighed.

"So, does this happen often?", asked Jennifer.

"Almost never." Roger replied, turning back to her.

"Almost?"

"Almost." He smiled softly. "Sometimes things just sort of pop up."

"So, what's the worst thing that ever 'popped up'?"

Roger was quiet for a moment. "A couple of years ago three fellows tried to hold the place up. They were dressed like businessmen, so we let them in. Once they got into the parlor they pulled guns."

"And what'd you do then?"

"I signaled Rocky to come running. When he crashed in I took out two of them. Rocky took the third."

"What do you mean 'signaled him'?", she continued.

Reaching around behind his back he pulled out what appeared to be a small pager. "This. It's a beeper. Rocky has one, too. Hit the button and it sends a signal to the other. One beep - come. Two beeps - come running. And so forth."

"Well, don't call him now. I suspect he might be cranky."

Again, Roger smiled. "He might not be the only one." Apparently he had seen Margaret's actions, also.

"What did you mean, you 'took them out'?"

Silently, he reached behind his back again. This time he pulled out a small automatic pistol. "I took them out." He put the gun back in it's holster.

"You killed them?", she asked incredulously. Roger didn't answer. "You really need a gun here?"

"You never need a weapon until you need one. Then you need it very badly."

"Does Rocky also carry a gun? You said he 'took one out'."

"Oh, no. I was quite literal. When I said Rocky came crashing in, I mean he came right through the parlor doors. Never opened them. The noise distracted the three long enough for me to pull and blow away the first two. The third was turning back to shoot me when Rocky, still coming, got to him. He tore his head off."

"Literally?"

Again, Roger was silent.

Now it was Jennifer's turn to be silent. She had never before come across such raw, naked violence. In an odd fashion, it turned her on tremendously. She could feel her nipples tighten and her breasts heave. Roger's eyes flickered across her. She knew those tired eyes had noticed. She thought they would notice everything.

"Hey, kid, look. Ninety-nine per cent of the time, it's just a drunk or two. We just hustle them out before they can touch you. The rest, it's like tonight, we hustle them out after they touch a girl. This place is perfectly safe."

Roger finished his brandy and stood up. He poured refills for both. Jennifer was surprised to see her snifter was empty again. The smooth, potent liquor was definitely working on her. "Give me a few minutes. I need to lock up. I'll be back."

Jennifer watched him leave. She was feeling incredibly horny now. She really wanted him. Knowing she had only a few minutes, she fumbled the buttons open on the transparent gray blouse. Pulling it off her arms, she ripped off the open brassiere and threw it behind the bar. She had the blouse back on, tucked into the wrap skirt but unbuttoned, by the time he returned.

Roger walked in, looked at her, and went to his jacket lying on an armchair. He put his gun, holster, and beeper in a side pocket. Then he came back over to the bar and sat next to Jennifer. "Another drink?", he asked.

Jennifer looked at him over the rim of the heavy snifter. She shifted her legs, crossing them, and causing the skirt to part, exposing her thighs almost to the crotch. She rapidly downed the balance of her brandy. "I don't think so. Any other ideas?" She put the glass down, and moved her hand to his crotch. As she thought, the erection she could feel through the fabric would do nicely.

Roger stood before her. Wordlessly he reached down and untied the ties holding the skirt together at the waist. As it fell open, he spread her thighs and stepped between her legs. He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underwear down. Grabbing her legs, he lifted them and tucked then over his forearms, and with a single thrust, penetrated her to the depths.

Jennifer gave a massive shudder and bucked uncontrollably. His first full stroke had brought her tingling pussy to orgasm. Bent at the waist, she wrapped her arms around him and pounded her pussy at him. After several minutes, she moaned quietly and sank back against the bar. Roger was still pumping away into her cunt, holding her legs up. Leaning back, Jennifer unbuttoned the blouse buttons which had been inside the skirt and opened the blouse wide. Her full, exposed breasts rose and fell both with her now heavy breathing and the shocks delivered by Roger's heavy thrusting. She looked up at him and saw him staring at her huge, erect nipples, quivering with her desire.

The other girls had been right. This guy was great, she thought. Just as her pussy lips were grasping and sucking on his buried member, it seemed to pulse and throb with a life of it's own. Each thrust, seemingly faster and deeper than the one before, rubbed her clit on the upstroke and down. She could feel the second orgasm building. Leaning into him again, she reached up and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck. Now, only her asscheeks were supported on the bar stool. Roger began stroking faster, and they came together in a single massive explosion of cries and shrieks.

They clung to each other for a moment, then Roger gently let Jennifer's legs down and withdrew. Jennifer reached behind the bar and took up a handful of napkins. With one, she dried between her legs, as Roger's spunk began oozing out of her still gaping cunt. With another she reached out and rubbed Roger's now shrinking cock dry. The softening dick almost immediately came to attention again.

"My, I think he wants to play again." said a smiling Jennifer.

"He just loves hide and seek." replied Roger.

Jennifer slipped off the stool and knelt before him. She had seen larger cocks before, but this one had certainly done a job on her moments ago. Grasping the shaft, she began licking the underside, while stroking the large, swaying balls underneath with the other. Roger moaned and grabbed the edge of the bar with one hand, while placing the other behind her head. Taking the hint, she put the head between her lips and began a gentle suction. While her tongue continued swirling on the underside, the hand on the cock began a vigorous twisting and pumping motion. Slowly she took more into her mouth, until the entire length was fully engulfed. Then she began sucking strongly, as the head bobbed back and forth the length of the shaft. The average size of the cock worked well for her, as Roger soon began moving his hips and holding her head steady, facefucking her. "Oh, God, I'm coming... I'm coming!", he cried, spurting down her throat. Jennifer sucked with all her power, and swallowed every delicious drop.

Standing again, Jennifer turned to the bar and poured a small brandy. Behind her she could hear and sense Roger removing his shirt and stepping out of his pants, and she saw him in the bar mirror, naked. As she downed the liquor, she saw him approach again.

Roger grabbed the beautiful ass aimed at him and thrust his once more erect cock between her legs. The four inch heels she was wearing brought her pussy directly in line with his stiff prick. Teasing her for a few moments by rubbing the top of his prick along her hot, slick pussy, he moved her legs farther apart and entered her from the rear. He watched her in the mirror as she closed her eyes and cried out from the pleasure. His immediate need sated, he was able to prolong the pleasure for both. In this position, he loved watching her tits bounce in the mirror image, and could look down to see his organ sliding in and out of the deliciously tight tunnel. His eyes feasted on the creamy white globes of her ass, unmarked but for the faintest trace of string bikini marks. Her back and shoulders were free of any white bra marks, only the whitening of the immediate area around the huge nipples showed a brassiere was ever worn.

Slowly, ever so wonderfully slowly, the tension in the pair built. Roger's thrustings became faster and more powerful, as Jennifer began clenching her twat ever tighter. After twenty minutes like this, Jennifer's ass and pussy began twitching spasmodically. She reached one hand down between her legs, and grabbed the balls slapping the backs of her thighs. Squeezing gently, she was rewarded with Roger crying out in pleasure as he again filled her womb with his hot and sticky come.

After he finally withdrew, Jennifer turned to him and said, "Let's grab our shit and go up to my room, Roger." Once they had gathered up their clothing, Jennifer reached down and grabbed his cock with one hand and led him out of the room. By the time they were at her canopied bed, it was stiff again.

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The night was a long one, and neither got more than twenty minutes of undisturbed sleep. Roger's capacity to fuck was seemingly boundless, matched only by Jennifer's capacity to be fucked. During those brief resting moments, she had tried to draw Roger out and learn more about a man she found fascinating. While invariably polite, his answers were fairly vague, and she determined to talk to her aunt. Whenever he tired of roundabout responses, he would quiet her with his cock, sometimes between the lips, sometimes between the legs, and once, between the asscheeks. Jennifer was happy to comply with every request. But by morning she knew little more than that Roger was several years older than Rocky, that he had worked at the Lakehouse three years, and that a USMC FORCE RECON tattoo showed how he had learned violence.

The next day she slept till well past noon. When she did wake, Roger had left and it was almost dinner. Quickly showering, she dressed and went downstairs, to eat and act as assistant hostess again. She went to bed alone that night, but, between her desire for a good night's sleep, and the lingering, delicious soreness in her crotch, she didn't mind.

The next day was different, though. Now that she had tried Roger, she knew she had to take on Rocky. Even though the other women all said his cock was big, she liked a big cock, and looked forward to the encounter. She knew the behemoth swam in the pool every morning before working out in the weight room, and planned accordingly.



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Chapter 12


Rocky came into the weight room, still drying his hair with a towel, and went straight to a bench. He was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks, and Jennifer thought he looked like a Greek god. Before he had a chance to do any presses, Jennifer walked over and looked down at him.

"I didn't get a chance to thank you for what you did the other day. I'm sorry. I guess I was a little shaken up."

"My pleasure.", said the smiling young man. He looked up at her and liked what he saw. She was wearing a thin silk robe that was very short, barely covering her ass and pussy, and high heels. It seemed as if she had panties on underneath, but he couldn't be sure. The sight caused his crotch to stir, and his erection caused the tight briefs to bulge alarmingly.

"You've got such big muscles.", she said. She bent over to stroke his chest and thighs, and the robe gaped open. Rocky loved the look of the huge tits with their enormous erect nipples hanging over him, and his erection became painfully obvious.

Slipping one hand inside the waistband, she freed his engorged member. "And this muscle is just extra big.", Jennifer announced. Grasping the waistband, she pulled the suit down to his knees, and stared at the monstrous organ.

Jennifer had never before seen a cock this large. Rocky's erect penis was fully a foot long and three inches wide. The bright and shiny purple head looked the size of a plum. Massive veins pulsated the length of the shaft, and between his thighs, baseball size testicles hung down to the bench. Jennifer felt a touch of nervousness at the thought of such a monstrous invasion of her pussy, but noticed her cunt preparing for the encounter as it filled with hot and slimy juices.

Rocky hadn't had a woman grab his cock like that in a while, and closed his eyes in delightful reverie. Most women who saw his member were literally frightened of it. He remembered how Jennifer's aunt had reacted.

She had been looking for a second bouncer, and Roger had told her about this dive on the other side of town. She had dressed down for the occasion, wearing a tight denim miniskirt, a tight white tank top, and a denim jacket. They had driven over, to see Rocky, and perhaps hire him away. While the dump was usually loud and boisterous, that night happened to see a bunch of Hell's Angels pick a bar fight. Rocky had simply charged in and thrown them out, literally through two windows and a door. The bar's owner had loudly fired Rocky for being too aggressive and busting the place up and also for fucking his wife in the supply room, but Margaret hired him on the spot. She wanted somebody like Rocky, and Roger could keep him in line. Roger drove her and Rocky home in the limo.

Once in the car, she had closed the partition between the front and rear, and turned towards Rocky. Rubbing her hands in his crotch, she asked if everything about him was big. Rocky could hardly believe what was happening. Sure she was older than him, but so fucking what! She was the best looking chick he'd ever seen, and he'd been fucking nympho cheerleaders since high school football days. As soon as she felt his cock stirring she unzipped his pants and pulled them to his knees. Then she knelt on the seat and straddled his legs. Pulling her skirt to her waist, she pushed the thin fabric of her lace panties to one side and impaled herself on the massive organ. Rocky put his hands on her ass to steady her in the gently rocking vehicle, and watched as she took her jacket off. My God, those must be the biggest tits in the state, he thought, as she pulled the tank top down to her waist and pulled her arms loose. She had ridden him the entire trip back, not complaining when he had ripped the panties from her crotch, not even climbing off the first time he came. When the car parked in the garage, Roger had simply turned off the ignition and left them, still fucking, in the back seat.

And now it was happening again. Rocky looked up to see that Jennifer had straddled the bench and had opened the robe completely. As she lowered her cunt to his skyward pointing prick, he saw she was wearing panties, crotchless panties in the same peach color as the robe. The set matched the peach colored, ankle-strapped sandals with five inch spike heels she wore. Reaching down with both hands, she reached through the open crotch of the panties and spread her pussy lips as far apart as they could go, and sank down onto the massive shaft.

Rocky's eyes rolled back in bliss at the feeling in his crotch. As Jennifer slowly impaled herself, it felt as if her pussy lips were nibbling and eating his inflamed cock. Slowly it disappeared into the tight and juicy snatch, until finally it had completely vanished. Jennifer sat still for a short time, accommodating her cunt to the monstrous cock now buried in it. She had never before had something that large inside her, and only the innate juiciness of her hot and horny twat had enabled such a penetration. Her cunt was so stretched that she felt as if she could feel every tiny pulse and vibration in the cock within it. Rocky was in heaven, his cock caught in a vise made of hot boiling oil, a vise that throbbed and clutched at him. Never before had he fucked such a hot and tight hole.

After a few moments Jennifer began moving again. At first simply rocking slightly backwards and forwards, she slowly began to increase her movements. She could feel the delicious heat of the trapped cock increase the already prodigious flow of fluids from her cunt. As her lubrication increased, so did her movements. After several more minutes, she tensed her legs and began slowly lifting off Rocky's prick, only to relax again and sink back down. Within minutes, she was rising and falling the length of his mighty erection, moaning and whimpering loudly. Rocky had planted his feet on the floor and wrapped his hands around the weights beyond his head, he was more than content to watch the amazing sight. Jennifer's tits were bouncing wildly; they were almost as big as her aunt's. It was almost unbelievable that Jennifer could be getting such obviously intense pleasure. Certainly he was enjoying it.

Soon, Jennifer's bucking increased to the point where neither could stand the pleasure of the ride any further. With a final whimper, she collapsed onto Rocky's chest, her twitching and spasming cunt grasping the root of the cock within. Now Rocky thrust upwards as he came, and Jennifer felt each mighty spurt attempt to lift her off his prone body. He seemed to blow for hours, although she knew it couldn't be, and the massive volume simply added to her ample juices.

After several minutes of quietly laying within Rocky's arms, Jennifer stirred and slowly stood. His cock, impressive even when soft, slowly withdrew, and popped out with a loud sucking sound as their combined come cascaded out onto his great balls. Jennifer pushed her drenched panties down and stepped out of them. Rocky stood and kicked off his swim trunks. Reaching down, he picked them up and used them to dry himself off. "Wow!", he said breathily. "I hope we can do that again."

"Count on it.", said Jennifer, moving against him. Even with the heels, the top of her head barely reached his chin. She tried to wrap her arms around him and placed her head on his chest. "I'm ready for an encore now." She began licking his hot, heavily muscled chest and neck, as she ran her hands along his ribs. She could feel the mighty organ stir and slowly rise against her belly. Soon it was as hard as a rock, and began pulsing and throbbing against her. But she was surprised by his next action.

He gently pushed the short robe off her shoulders and down her arms, till finally she was in his arms dressed only in the high heels. Then flexing his knees, he reached down with both hands and grabbed Jennifer's lower asscheeks, just where they joined her thighs. Jennifer's eyes opened wide as she felt Rocky easily lift her. Planting his feet wide and locking his legs, Rocky spread her thighs and pussy wide, and smoothly and rapidly lowered her gaping cunt onto his erection.

Jennifer shrieked and held on tightly. In concern, Rocky held her still, and asked, "Too much? You want me to stop and put you down?"

Shuddering, she wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck. "Oh, God, no! Not unless you want me to kill you!"

Reassured, Rocky returned to his task. With his feet planted like redwoods, his hands cupping the smooth globes of her ass, and her legs locked around his waist, Jennifer couldn't have fallen if she had tried. Rocky began slowly raising her and lowering her on his straining cock. In but a few strokes she was moving through a twelve inch stroke, being lifted to the point where his bulbous cockhead was almost pulling out, then being thrust down so that the base of his cock ground into her vibrating clit. The sensations were too much for Jennifer to withstand, and after only a few moments of such lengthy strokes, cried out her orgasming pleasure and collapsed into Rocky's arms.

Rocky, however, refused to stop. Even in the throes of her passionate coming, he had continued his slow pistoning. As Jennifer revived for the next round, she began to return Rocky's favors. First, she began clenching her cunt on the giant's cock, grabbing on the upstroke, releasing on the downstroke. Then she began to rub her breasts, now heaving and sweaty, across Rocky's chest. She could feel the rock hard nipples, now extended almost an inch, dig channels for the sweat of her partner's exertions. Then, after several minutes, she locked her hands behind Rocky's neck, and leaned backwards, arching her back.

"Oh, baby, oh, you look so good!", exclaimed Rocky, staring down at her. He had a perfect view down her front, from the bouncing, sweaty nipples, to the deep and perfect navel, and on to the tightly trimmed bush, through which her pussy lips could be seen stretched around his cock, and above which her blood enriched clit throbbed. "I just love this view." He began lifting and dropping her faster, now beginning to arch his back as he thrust up into her descending twat.

Jennifer could feel her third orgasm developing, and was sure Rocky was going to join her. To insure their mutual pleasure, as she continued to lean back, she uncrossed her ankles from where she had originally locked them, and began raking the spike heels along Rocky's buttocks and lower ribs. The effect was electrifying. Rocky began thrusting heavily, and began working Jennifer's hips so her cunt was taking shorter, faster, and more powerful trips up and down his cock. After only moments more, he gave a massive grunt and thrust her forcefully down onto his cock, at which she shuddered and arched her back, almost doubled over. Crying out, she came, and again could feel his hot come trying to lift her off his cock.

After the orgasm peaked, she leaned back into him and gingerly began to stretch and lower her legs. "Oh, honey, I don't know about you, but I need a break." Smiling, Rocky lifted Jennifer off of his softening dick and lowered her so she could stand before him. Between them, their fluids rolled down their thighs. "I think we need a small rest, don't you?", she asked up at him.

"Well normally, after my morning workout, I take a sauna, a hot shower, and then soak in the whirlpool for awhile." He took her hand, and began leading her to the sauna. "Why don't you join me?"

"Great!" Jennifer let go his hand and ran back to the weights. She grabbed her robe and panties, and his trunks, and skipped back to him, smiling as he held the door to the sauna open.

"Your shoes.", he pointed out, and she reached down to unbuckle the straps and remove them. Barefoot, she seemed that much tinier compared to him. Adjusting a dial, he led her into the sauna.

Nestled under Rocky's arm, Jennifer collapsed against his chest in tired ecstasy. She closed her eyes as the moist heat rolled over her body. Seemingly moments later, she woke with a start at a loud rumble. Leaning forward and looking at the wall mounted clock, she noticed twenty minutes had passed. Hearing the rumble again, she turned towards the source, and saw nothing but Rocky sleeping. As the sweat poured off his finely tuned body, she saw his chest heave and heard the rumble begin again. He was snoring.

Deciding to stop Rocky's snoring, Jennifer leaned back against his chest and placed a hand in his crotch. Perspiration was pouring off both of them, as she gently massaged the large, but flaccid, penis. Her motions became more energetic, but Rocky's cock stayed limp. It was only when she noticed that the snoring had stopped that she looked up.

"At this temperature, nothing stands up.", he said. "Not that I mind the effort." Rocky smiled down at the sweat drenched hair and face of Jennifer. "But I think we'd better take that shower now, unless you want to be well done." Lifting her in his arms, he allowed Jennifer to open the door to let them out. She shivered as the cool air rushed in to hit their bodies, and her nipples became as erect as if Rocky had rubbed them with ice cubes. Jennifer could not see that the effect had been the same on him, tightening his great nuts and producing a prodigious hardon.

Rocky let her down at the door to the small shower, and followed the young girl in. After she adjusted the water temperature, Rocky grabbed the bar of soap and began to scrub the sweat from Jennifer's soft and pliant body. Jennifer rubbed some shampoo into her long, blonde hair, then stood under the falling water as Rocky's large but supple hands explored and cleaned every inch of her willing flesh. She soon discovered that Rocky had found her tits and pussy especially dirty and sweaty, because he was working especially hard on cleaning those areas. She shuddered as he inserted the bar of soap into her pussy. Trying to wash away pussy juices this way was like trying to wash the dirt off the forest floor, there was always more. She clung to his arm as he worked her to a gasping, thrashing come.

Determined to return the favor, Jennifer knelt in the cramped space and found herself staring at Rocky's protruding organ. Even after the pair of mighty spurtings already, this was still the largest cock and balls she had ever seen, let alone enjoyed. Taking the bar of soap, she lathered the curly hair thoroughly, and rubbed the thick soap the length of the shaft and around his scrotum and ass. Despite her ministrations, Rocky managed to contain his jism, so Jennifer let the hot water wash his crotch off, then began to suck him off.

Or at least tried to. She could barely get the head in her mouth. She tongued the length and breadth of the organ, but could not get more than a few inches of the head into her hot and willing mouth. She sucked with all her might, and stroked the shaft with both hands, but still no explosion. Then Rocky reached down and lifted her to her feet. "I think that might work better somewhere else." He turned off the shower and led her to the whirlpool.

Jennifer climbed into the hot swirling waters and faced Rocky, who positioned himself seated on the edge. He faced the expectant girl, and spread his legs wide. "Not many girls can do a deep throat on me, but I really like when one with really big tits, like you, sucks the end while giving me a tit fuck."

"Like this?", she asked, as she moved into position. Moving into Rocky's crotch, Jennifer cupped her tits in her hands and pressed them around his rigid cock. She splashed water on the ample breast flesh for some lubrication. Leaning her head down, she took the bulbous purple head between her lips and began to suck. Shortly, she got a smooth rhythm going, as she rubbed the cock in the valley of her D cup breasts, and swirled her tongue around the now pulsing cockhead.

"Oh, God!", groaned Rocky. His massive hands were white knuckled, grabbing the edge of the Jacuzzi. He was quietly rocking backwards and forwards, and while Jennifer noticed the movement, she refused to allow it to interfere with her project. "Oh, God... This is it... I can't take it!... Aaaagh!...", moaned Rocky. Jennifer stopped the tit fuck, and concentrated on suction, as Rocky spewed a torrent of white hot come into her mouth. Placing her hands on the shaft, she milked every drop she could get, and finished by licking up the sticky, sweet drops that had escaped her lips and run down the slowly softening prick. She then leaned back with a smile, as Rocky collapsed into the whirlpool.

The pair rested against each other, and for the first time in the passion crazed morning, had a chance to talk. Rocky was as forthcoming as Roger had been reticent. Only twenty-five, Rocky had been a football player in college, a fact which Jennifer found completely unsurprising. Seemingly destined for a big ticket pro career, Rocky's life had come to a shattering halt his senior year.

"I missed a tackle. Just one. But it was on a blitz, and the entire defensive line did the Texas Two Step on my knees, rushing to get the quarterback. I was in the hospital for six weeks."

Following the announcements that there would be no more football, no pro career, no big endorsements, no more life as he knew it, Rocky dropped out of college and went on a six month drunk. He ended up broke in a bar in Nevada, and went to work as a bouncer, to pay off the bar tab he had left at the last place. He had moved around before settling at the Lakehouse two years ago. When Jennifer asked if he liked it, he could only laugh.

"Are you kidding?", he boomed. "What's not to like? I mean, I've got three squares a day, a roof over my head, some decent spending money. And every day I get to fuck some really beautiful chicks. And all I gotta do is keep an eye out for drunks. Man, this is the life!"

The thought of all the fucking he had turned Rocky on again. Wordlessly he placed his hands on Jennifer's hips and pulled her back against him. As if she was weightless, he spread her thighs and slid her down so that his again hard cock penetrated her pussy lips. He continued the motions until he was once again fully ensconced in the hot twitching cunt. Jennifer arched her back against him, as he moved his hand up her front and began to knead and torment the dark, erect nipples. Then to further her torment, while continuing to rub the nipples with one hand, he moved the other down her stomach, pausing momentarily at her exquisite belly button, and then continued to her loins, where the fingers stopped between her cunt lips. There they began rubbing and massaging the clit protruding and vibrating above the cock which was again slipping and sliding in long, full strokes.

Jennifer came almost immediately, and despite the thrashing which slopped water out of the tub, Rocky refused to stop. He continued his actions until Jennifer began bucking and moaning again, grabbing his wrist and directing the finger fuck she was receiving. But still Rocky refused to stop, and it was only when Jennifer had entered the third stage of what had really been one long and continuous orgasm that she sat up, reached both hands between her legs, and began to gently squeeze and pump his large balls. This caused Rocky's cock to jerk violently, and the two exploded in orgasm, Rocky's excess come squeezing out of Jennifer's heaving cunt and floating thick and white in the swirling water.

After several resting moments, the pair got out of the tub. As Rocky turned off the whirlpool, Jennifer put her robe on. Turning back to the naked giant, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. "I gotta go to work, and I bet you do, too.", she said, and left.



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Chapter 13


In actuality, Jennifer returned to her room, and collapsed onto her bed. She knew her work in the office was caught up, and just said, "Fuck it." Screwing Rocky would tire a team of Olympic athletes.

The next several days passed quickly, with occasional fucks from Roger and Rocky, and shortly she noticed that it had been three weeks since she had arrived at the Lakehouse. It was that time of the month again, so that evening she dressed in skintight black denim jeans and a sequined black top that was half halter top, half bra. She slipped on a pair of black high heels, and went downstairs.

It was a quiet night, but there was some traffic. Her first surprise came when a new customer came in. A small man, dressed in a three piece suit, he paid in cash and looked through the Fantasy Book. Leafing through the book rapidly, he tapped a page and said, "That one.". Then he looked around the room, and spotted Debby. She was wearing a red, backless, bustier top sundress that flared out at mid thigh, red fishnet stockings, and red high heels. "And I want her.", he pointed.

"Very good, Mr. Jensen. Why don't you wait in here,", she said leading him into the sitting room, "while I make the arrangements." She left Jensen at the small bar in the sitting room and left. She came back in a few minutes later. "Care for a drink, sir?", Jennifer said, stepping behind the bar.

"How about a shot of tequila?", said the mousy looking Jensen. Jennifer poured him the shot, which he downed in a gulp. No accounting for looks, she thought. She noted a small tap on the back door.

"I think this might be Debby, now.", she said, and slid out the back door. Then, seconds later, she strode back in followed by Debby.

"Christ!", was all Jensen could exclaim. He stared at the vision in front of him.

Debby was now done up as the "Vinyl Slave". She wore a small black vinyl halter top that had only one tie under the large breasts that billowed out above it. Elastic back and neck ties kept it pressed against her skin. On her hips she wore a black vinyl thong bottom, which only barely covered her cunt, and tied at each side of the front. Her legs were encased in long, tight, thigh high black vinyl boots with spike heels. Her hands were behind her back, held by small handcuffs. A black vinyl dog collar was on her throat, from which a black vinyl leash descended to Jennifer's hands. Jennifer handed the leash to Jensen.

"Another drink, Mr. Jensen?", asked Jennifer.

Jensen tried to speak but could only croak dryly. He shook his head slightly and wet his lips. "Yes. But make that two." He motioned for Debby to sit on the next bar stool.

Jennifer was a bit surprised, but reached over the small bar and retrieved a second shot glass. She poured two shots, and slid them to the excited customer. She was even more surprised when, after drinking one, Jensen slid the second in front of Debby. Reaching between her breasts, he untied the slipknot holding the front together. Her breasts, large and well tanned, almost sprang from their confinement. "Drink." he ordered.

Staring as he was at Debby's mammoth tits, Jensen missed her smirking grin at Jennifer. Debby leaned forward over the bar and wrapped her lips around the rim of the shot glass. Swiveling back to Jensen, she tilted her head back and took the strong liquor into her mouth. It ran down her gullet. Then lowering her head again so that she faced Jensen again, she stuck her tongue out and licked the shot glass out. Jensen's eyes bulged out at this, but her show had only begun. Next Debby widened her mouth, and inhaled the glass into her mouth. She closed her lips for a brief moment, and when she opened them again, she pushed the glass out, open mouth pointing at the customer. Then she reversed the procedure and again pointed the base at them staring man. Licking the glass out again, she took a deep breath and blew the shot glass at Jennifer, who smiled and caught the glass.

Mr. Jensen just stared at the smiling whore. With a trembling hand, he reached down to Debby's crotch and pulled first one, then the other, slipknot loose. The vinyl thong fell away, as Debby spread her legs wide and pushed her pussy to the edge of the bar stool. Jensen just stared at her bald, shaved pussy, the bright pinkness of the tunnel showing, as her lips spread wide, and her clit poked out of the wet slit.

Finally, unable to stand any more, Jensen stood up. As Jennifer moved to leave, he shouted, "Stop. Please." He tugged the leash so that Debby had to kneel before him, and then unzipped his pants. A small, but firm erection popped out. "Please, stay. Take off your top."

"What?", said the confused hostess.

"Your top, take it off." He reached into a breast pocket and pulled out more cash. Peeling off a pair of fifties, he repeated, "Please take off your top." He was almost begging.

What the hell, she thought, and removed the top. Jensen grabbed Debby's head with both hands, and thrust his cock into her open mouth. His eyes never left Jennifer's chest, as Debby began slurping and sucking on the small and rigid dick. Jennifer cupped her breasts and massaged her nipples to stiff attention, and the customer responded with even more frenzied thrusts. Then, with a whimpering groan, it was over, as he came between Debby's lips.

Jensen tugged the kneeling whore's leash and she stood, licking her lips. He simply zipped his pants and said to Jennifer, "Please come with us."

"I'm sorry, sir. I really can't leave."

"Please! I just want to watch you. I'll pay more!"

"Really, Mr. Jensen. I can't leave. But if you wish I can arrange another young lady for you to watch?"

"Okay.", he said with excitement, now staring at Debby again. He peeled off a few more fifties, as Jennifer put her top on again.

Jennifer went back into the parlor and looked around. Seeing Kate, she caught her eye and motioned her over. Putting heads together, she whispered to Kate, "I've got a live one for you."

Kate whispered back, "It's my period. Nothing but blow jobs, remember?"

"No sweat, this guy just wants to look at your tits."

"Okay.", finished Kate.

They two stood up, and Jennifer led the way back into the sitting room.

Debby was sitting as before on the bar stool, legs spread, cunt and tits exposed. The customer looked up from her body as Jennifer reentered, with Kate. Now he stared at Kate, and Kate was worth staring at. Kate was easily the largest woman at the Lakehouse, being almost six foot tall in her stocking feet. Her other dimensions were proportionate, with forty-two inch F cups, a twenty-six inch waist, and a thirty-eight inch hip size.

Kate had the enviable reputation of being the only woman at the Lakehouse who had taken on and beaten Rocky in a marathon sex contest. This had happened almost a year ago, shortly after she had come to work for Margaret. One morning as she and several of the other girls had been sunning themselves on the back deck, Rocky had passed by. Kate had commented that while he fucked pretty good, she could wear him out. Rocky heard her and turned around, telling her to try it and see. The dares and counter-dares flew until soon there was nothing for Kate to do but strip off her suit and spread a blanket on the deck. Rocky stripped off his shorts, knelt between her spread legs, and plunged in.

After a few hours, Margaret heard a commotion on the back deck and walked out to see the amazing sight. Kate was kneeling on all fours, arms and legs spread wide, tits swaying. Rocky was kneeling behind her, massive cock plunging away. Sweat poured off both. Around the fucking twosome, half the other residents were arrayed around them, shouting encouragement to their favorite. While inured to frequent, casual, and sometimes public intercourse, this was momentarily too much even for Margaret. When the activity was explained by the audience, Margaret discovered that the watchers were making bets on who would last the longest. Margaret promptly put twenty on Kate, and then sat down, dropping her top and pulling up her skirt to play with herself. "All's fair in love and war." was her only comment.

The fuck-a-thon had lasted almost five hours when, tiring, Rocky had tried a ploy to knock Kate out of the contest. Pulling out, he had rammed his cock up her ass and began pile driving. Reasoning that the sudden shift would strain her into quitting he had miscalculated. While her pussy was worn and sore, her ass was fresh. She tightened her sphincter, and took him for a ride he would not soon forget, refusing to let go even after he came twice. He collapsed shortly thereafter, tenderly holding an almost bleeding and broken member, as Kate wearily got to her feet, accepting the applause and cash she had wagered. Since that memorable day, Rocky's favorite girl, to the extent that Rocky had a favorite, was Kate. Their last vacation was rumored to have been spent horizontally in a houseboat on Lake Tahoe.

At present, Kate was showcased nicely. Kate towered over Jensen, as she was wearing high heeled white knee-length boots. Along with the boots, she wore very short, very tight white denim hot pants and sheer pantyhose. Above, she wore a tight, sleeveless, white cotton shirt that was unbuttoned to the waist, and beneath which could be seen a lacy white bra. As Kate stood before Jensen, Jennifer positioned herself behind Kate, and reached around her. She slowly pulled the shirt tails out of the shorts, and unbuttoned the last button. Then she peeled the shirt off Kate's shoulders and down her loosely hanging arms. Jensen gasped at the sight.

Kate's brassiere consisted only of small, underwired half cups, so that her breasts were completely exposed, right down to the large and prominent nipples. Kate brought her hands up to her breasts and began pinching and rubbing the nipples, while licking her lips and thrusting her chest out. From behind her, Jennifer undid the back strap of the bra, and pulled it from Kate's arms. Kate never stopped her tit and nipple massage.

Jensen, eyes bulging, began to unzip his pants again, when Jennifer put her hand on his wrist and stopped him. "Why don't you take Debby and Kate upstairs, Mr. Jensen?" She led him towards the rear exit.

About an hour later, Jennifer noticed Jensen leaving. Kate returned to the parlor and went up to Jennifer. Jennifer asked, "How'd it go? And where's Debby?"

"What a dweeb.", quietly exclaimed Kate. "Needledick never took off his pants, just shoved it out the open zipper. As soon as we got upstairs, he bent her over the chair and fucked her. Then he had her kneel and blow him. And then he stood her up again, bent her over the armchair again, and assfucked her. All this time, I'm just standing there, playing with my tits, while he stares at them. Nobody ever said a thing. Comes three times in an hour."

"Four, actually. Debby blew him down here, while he watched me, first. Where's Debby?"

"She's taking a shower. She'll be down shortly.", finished Kate.

A short while later, Jennifer's attention was drawn to the front door as two short, very old men entered the foyer. Catching her breath, she turned towards the bar, where her aunt was talking to Roger, and called her over. "Maggie, you'll never believe who's here!"

Following her niece's finger, she stared. "You're right, I can't!" Composing themselves, the two women skipped over to the newcomers.

"Bert! Augie! What are you two doing here?", asked Jennifer. "How'd you get here?"

"We hired a limo.", answered Bert.

"Hey girls, how's tricks?", said Augie.

Bert continued. "Listen, we're going back to Orlando tomorrow, and we figured, what the hey, let's stop by and go for a repeat. I mean, why the hell not? But listen, we got us a small problem."

"Yeah.", added Augie.

Expecting the fellows to claim no money, and could we get some for old times sake, the two women were surprised when Bert said, "If we're going to fly out tomorrow morning, we couldn't get back to our hotel tonight. So we brought our luggage with us. Can we leave it in a closet or something tonight, and catch a cab in the morning?"

"Sure, fellas. We'll even have one of the boys run you guys over to the airport.", responded Margaret.

"Great.", said Augie. Turning to Bert, he said, "I'll go take care of the luggage and cab.", and slowly walked back to the entrance.

Jennifer walked with him as far as a waiting Rocky, and told the surprised doorman to help with the bags. Then she returned to the others, in time to hear her aunt ask Bert, "So, did you two boys get lucky?"

"Oh, yeah. There must have been two old lady's tours going on while we were there. Some of those old girls must not have been laid for years, they was so horny. And one night, this real cute keno girl decided to give Augie a mercy fuck and got the surprise of her life."

Margaret and Jennifer laughed heartily, as Margaret said, "Not that kind of lucky! Money lucky! You win anything?"

"Oh, I gotcha. I just broke even, but Augie did real well. He's got the condo covered for a few years, and then some."

"Great.", said Jennifer. By now, Augie had returned, and the foursome went into the parlor and then into the sitting room. As before, Margaret took care of the payment.

"Okay girls, lead the way.", said Bert.

Stricken, the two women looked at the men. "I thought you understood, guys, we can't go with you. I'm sorry.", said Margaret. "Listen, we'll make it up to you."

Bert looked at Augie, who simply shrugged back. "Okay, but I hope it's good. We was kinda looking forward to you two girls."

"We'll take great care of you.", said Margaret. Then she leaned over to her niece and whispered into her ear. Jennifer nodded in response and went back into the parlor. Margaret made the men some drinks and the three talked for a few minutes until Jennifer returned through the back entrance, leading Denise, Carla, Rachel, and Alice. In the parlor, Denise had been wearing a green print mini-sundress, Carla, a sheer blouse and long skirt, Rachel, a long halter dress slit down below the navel and up past the thighs on the sides, and Alice, a multi-layered chiffon skirt and top. Now, all were dressed identically now, in long opaque silk robes. The quartet lined up, and at a signal from Jennifer, opened the robes and dropped them to the floor.

Bert and Augie stared at the women, heads swiveling back and forth, up and down the pulchritudinous line. All four women were wearing very long, sheer thigh high stockings, which came up to their cunts, and very tall ankle-strapped spike heels. And nothing else. In addition, the four women all had shaved cunts. Margaret and Jennifer had remembered how much the two men liked heels and shaved pussy. The two men were faced with four sets of perfect tits and nipples, four pair of long and lovely legs and arms, and four clits poking from four sets of naked cunt lips. After a moment, they looked up at Margaret, and Bert asked, "Do we get to choose?"

"Oh, no. Bert, you get two, and Augie, you get two." The two men were pleasantly shocked, and immediately made their choices. As they began to head out the door, Jennifer called after them, "Careful, girls, these guys are going to give you a real surprise!"

Laughing, the two women wen back to the foyer. As they arrived at the desk, Rocky entered, escorting Mr. Timmons. He was carrying a large bottle of champagne, which he presented to Jennifer. "This is to say how sorry I am at our behavior last week." He looked expectantly at Margaret. She looked over at Jennifer and nodded.

"Thank you. I'm sure I can put it to good use.", said Jennifer. She placed the bottle on the desk and pulled her aunt aside. She whispered to Margaret, "What's up?"

"He called, all apologetic, and asked if we could get together again. So, I relented. We'll be in the 'Office', doing some 'filing'." Margaret smiled, then took Timmons' arm and left the foyer.

As Margaret left, Jennifer finally understood her aunt's mode of dress. Normally, she dressed as hostess in a variety of chic and expensive evening gowns, generally showing considerable amounts of well tanned back, deep and abundant cleavage, and with one or more slits exposing long and lush, stockinged, high heeled legs. Tonight she had worn the stockings and heels, very long thigh top stockings that went up to her naked crotch and five inch heels. But otherwise she was wearing a rather risqué business suit, consisting of an unbelievably short and tight skirt, and a looser double-breasted jacket that exposed her to the navel. 'Filing' in the 'Office' consisted of bending at the waist, with straight spread legs, ass to the 'boss', to open the lower file drawers and remove a 'file', then to present it to the 'Boss'. The 'Secretary' would then bend down over the desk, as the 'Boss' would peruse the file, and incidentally, the breasts hanging pendulously in front of him. Usually this resulted in a variety of longhand and oral dictation exercises, where the girl would have the opportunity to work in a variety of positions under her new supervisor.

She was a little surprised by Mr. Timmons. Aunt Margaret was always very picky about the clients she slept with. In addition to paying top dollar, they had to be invariably great fucks. She had not suspected him of it.



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Chapter 14


It had been several days now, and as the morning broke, Jennifer was very glad that 'that time' had passed. In her present environment she found herself constantly horny. As she ate her breakfast, she surreptitiously eyed both Roger and Rocky, trying to decide which one to take back upstairs with her. So she was somewhat disappointed when Margaret came in and asked her to join her in the business office.

Arriving there, Margaret immediately set Jennifer to work cleaning and straightening the office. She pitched in herself, and soon the room was neat and ship shape. Then the two collapsed onto the couch.

"Thanks.", said Margaret. "I've got an important client coming by, and I had to get the place straightened up. Mrs. McMurphy will come in before lunch to dust and vacuum."

"You're meeting a client here?", asked Jennifer. "Isn't that a little odd?"

"Yeah, a little. But this one's quite a client." Margaret looked at her niece appraisingly. "You'd like him. And I do need an assistant for this. He prefers, um, tag teams? You game?"

"What's he like?", asked Jennifer. She was a little intrigued, knowing her aunt's tastes.

"Very sophisticated. Smooth. Very tasteful. And a real sex machine."

"Oh?"

"Um, hum. He's an investment banker..."

"Here, in the middle of nowhere?", interrupted Jennifer quizzically.

"What, you've never heard of phones, faxes, modems? Anyway, he's quite well to do. Sometimes he brings out clients, other times it's just by himself. After lunch he's going to settle his account and leave some on deposit."

"Wow."

"Yeah. He's got a wife thirty years younger, with big tits, who greets him at the front door topless on her knees. And a long legged secretary who's dress code requires short skirts and no panties. And he still comes out here several times a month."

"How do you know all this shit?", asked a wide-eyed Jennifer.

"You learn everything in this job, kid. For one thing, I ran across his wife at the store in town, once. We're talking thirty-eight Ds, at least. He told me about the topless on her knees part... men will tell you anything in bed, you know. And his secretary? She used to have your job. He hired her away. We still stay in touch."

"And he's good in bed?"

"Very."

Jennifer thought it over a second, and nodded yes.

"Great. Hey, I talked to your mom today.", said Margaret.

"Oh, yeah. I talked to her a few days ago. Does she seem kinda, I don't know, lonely?"

"No, why?"

"Oh, I don't know. I mean she's all alone there now. I mean, I'm not around anymore."

Margaret looked at Jennifer for a moment, then put her head back and gave a long and deep laugh. "Oh, Christ, kid. Now that's funny." She continued laughing as Jennifer looked daggers at her. Finally she calmed down and said, "You know the one about when does life start? You know, does life start at thirty? Or forty? Or whatever?"

"No."

"Well, life starts when the kids move out." Margaret laughed some more.

"But I've been in college for two years.", protested Jennifer.

"Oh, please! Your freshman year you lived at home. Your sophomore year you went home at least twice a week. For the first time in your life, she's got the house to herself again."

Miffed, Jennifer said, "I didn't think I put that much of a cramp in her life."

Margaret reached over and patted her niece's hand. "Oh, you didn't. Don't get me wrong. You are the apple of your mom's eye. She loved to have you around. But I'm sure it made certain things, um, inconvenient." She smiled.

"Maybe so.", said Jennifer, smiling and arching her eyebrows.

"I'm sure your Mom has been busy boxing the compass since you flew the nest."

"Huh? Boxing the what? The compass?"

"Boxing the compass. In the old days, pilots would line up their planes in the compass box, on the airfield, and take readings for directions. Now it means doing it everywhere and anywhere in the house. You know, the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the porch, the dining room table. You know! Everywhere!"

"I think she's already had that covered."

"Yeah, but now she never has to worry about you barging in. It can be a real pain in the ass at times, never knowing if you're going to be interrupted, always having to watch out to see if you were going to wander in at just the wrong moment. Didn't you ever wander in on your parents?"

Jennifer laughed. "Yeah. Once when I was little, I wandered into the kitchen late one night. I couldn't figure out why Dad's zipper was down and he was behind Mom, holding her dress up? Or why Mom's dress was unzipped and she was leaning over the kitchen table? Dad was not real thrilled to see me, for some reason."

"I'll bet he wasn't.", laughed Margaret. "I'm sure it didn't get any better when she started dating again after your Dad died."

"I guess not. I remember once, when I was fifteen or so, the beginning of my senior year in high school. Mom and her boyfriend went out to dinner, and about an hour later, my boyfriend took me to the drive-in."

"Oh? What was the movie?", asked Margaret innocently.

"Huh.", said Jennifer, as her aunt laughed at her. "Who cares. My skirt was around my hips, his jeans were around his ankles, and the windows were fogged up. Who cared what the movie was." She laughed, too.

"Anyway, as I was saying. Well, after only a little while, the movie stopped. Something about the projector busting. They ran all of us out of the place. My boyfriend had to drop me home. So just as we pulled onto our block, I see my Mom and her date get out of his car and go into the house. So I get out, and as I walk up the steps I look through the window, and I mean I couldn't believe it."

"What? What couldn't you believe?", pressed Margaret.

"Well, it's Mom. She's on her knees in front of this guy, his pants are around his knees, and she's blowing him. Really working him over, you know? Sucking and stroking and rubbing his nuts. The whole nine yards."

"What'd you do?"

"I watched. I mean, I couldn't just barge in. And something kinda turned me on about the whole scene. Kinky, I guess. Anyway, I crept down behind the front bushes real quiet like, and stuck my head up. I couldn't hear much, but then I heard him grunt, and Mom wrapped both hands around his root and started sucking like a Hoover."

"So, you went in then?"

"No. As soon as he was done, he sank down to his knees, and Mom sat back on the coffee table. He got hard again in a hurry, and she simply pulled up her skirt, grabbed his cock, and stuck it in her. He starts pumping away, while she starts unbuttoning her blouse and skirt. Then she just lays back and rubs his shaft as he reaches up and rubs her tits."

"What, no underwear?"

"Yeah, sort of. She had on this dark black blouse and skirt, right, but underneath, she's got on a bright red 'Merry Widow', and sheer black garter length stockings, and bright red high heels."

"So, anyway, they both come again. He's grunting, and Mom is squealing. I can hear it through the plate glass window. Then Mom stands, strips off the blouse and drops the skirt, and kneels in front of the couch. Boyfriend kneels between her legs, and starts fucking her again, doggy style, and reaches around and grabs her tits. In a little while they come again. Then, after they lay there a couple of minutes, she looks at her watch, says something to him, and they both run around getting dressed. Like it's a speed contest. As she pushed him out the door, she said her kid would be home soon, and that she'd call."

"See?", said Margaret. "Now, she'd be able to let the guy stay over. They could fuck all night. They could get undressed. They could fuck all the next day if they wanted."

"Yeah. I guess so. It was kinda weird seeing my Mom doing some guy other than Dad, though."

"Well, it doesn't seem to have done any great psychological harm. Now, for this afternoon, first I need an enema, and then here's what we do..."

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Margaret brought the gentlemen into the office, and Jennifer stood up at the desk to greet him. "Mister Colby, this is Jenny, my assistant. And Jenny, this is Mr. Colby."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Colby.", said Jennifer. And she was. Mr. Colby looked everything that her aunt had said. Tall and slim, he was in his mid-fifties, and looked in the peak of health. He had a full head of silvery-white hair, combed back, and a bushy mustache to match. He was dressed impeccably in a gray Italian silk suit, sparkling white silk shirt, and a muted red silk tie. His pocket handkerchief was of the same material as his tie. He looked and acted as to the manor born. Jennifer curtsied and held out her hand.

"Enchanted", he said. He took the proffered hand and bent over it, kissing it lightly. Chills ran up Jennifer's spine. Colby waited, as Jennifer resumed her seat at the desk, and Margaret sat demurely on the couch. Then he sat down next to Margaret.

The two women had prepared carefully for the encounter. After a few minutes of small talk, Margaret moved the conversation to financial matters. Colby never mentioned anything concerning the services provided, simply discussing his "Account Receivable" and his deposit. As the talk progressed, the women went into action.

Margaret had worn a knee length wrap dress of black crushed velvet, held together with a matching belt. As she talked, she shifted and crossed her legs several times, opening the skirt slowly. With each move, another inch of black stockinged thigh was exposed. In addition, her ankle strapped, black high heels would occasionally rub against the clients leg and linger.

Meanwhile, Jennifer was acting also. She was in a white cotton shift, cut low in front and backless, that flared out at her hips and ended just above her knees. The shift also had a matching belt. Below the skirt, Jennifer was wearing white stockings and white, ankle strapped high heels. As Colby's eyes swept back and forth over the two women, Jennifer's skirt inched higher up her thighs, and the shoulder straps slipped off her shoulders, showing more and more of her abundant cleavage.

Finally, at the end of the play, Colby handed a gold credit card to Margaret, who in turn handed it to Jennifer. As the young girl began to process the transaction, her aunt asked, "And now Mr. Colby, is there anything else we can do?" Colby placed a hand gently on Margaret's thigh, above the stocking, and simply smiled.

Jennifer and Margaret smiled back. A subtle shrug of her shoulders dropped Jennifer's shift to her waist, and Colby's eyes feasted on the ripe mounds. Margaret stood and undid her belt, then lightly tossed the wrap onto an armchair. Beneath the dress she was wearing a black 'Merry Widow' that framed and supported her ample tits, and whose garters held up her stockings. She wore no panties. She knelt before Colby, unzipped his pants, and took his impressive cock into her mouth.

Finishing the transaction, Jennifer returned the credit card to it's owner, who placed it back in his wallet in his jacket pocket. Jennifer then loosened the belt on her shift and dropped it to the floor. Her only remaining clothes were the white thigh top stockings and white lace crotchless panties. Gracefully she bent at the waist and retrieved the dress, dropping it atop the other. Jennifer went to the couch, where, kneeling next to the fellated client, she began to undress him. Colby's hands were busy caressing both sets of breasts, and Jennifer's hot, wet cunt, as she removed his jacket, tie, and shirt. Then Jennifer moved off the couch, and as Margaret shifted position slightly, removed Colby's shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Then she moved back onto the couch, to caress and be caressed, as Margaret continued her ministrations.

After a seeming eternity of bliss, as the experienced gentlemen sucked and nibbled Jennifer's large and aching nipples, Margaret's efforts reached fruition in a shuddering, exploding climax. The client's arched back caused him to almost slide off the couch, as his grunt of pleasure was buried in Jennifer's breasts. Margaret stood and walked to a small cabinet, which she opened to remove a chilled bottle of champagne and three glasses. She opened the bottle and served them, delicately letting Colby's come spill into her glass before swallowing the mixture. Colby's eyes lit up with delight at the sight of the woman drinking champagne and jism.

Then she knelt on the couch, opposite Jennifer, and both women applied their talented fingers to Colby's groin. Soon, his sizable cock, ringed with thick white hair, was erect again. Now it was Jennifer's turn. Straddling the seated man, she lowered her now sopping cunt onto him, as Margaret reached between her legs, opening the panties and guiding the straining cock inside her. Jennifer began to ride the cock, clamping and releasing, and making her twitching pussy perform the rhythmic pulsing men enjoyed so much. Her aunt kept one hand in her crotch, wrapped around the straining cock, while with the other she held one of Jennifer's breasts for the licking tongue and nibbling lips of Colby. Colby had one hand on Jennifer's ass as it rose and fell, and the other was deep in Margaret's dripping pussy.

The fuck lasted a deliciously long time, and Jennifer had already come twice, when Colby pulled his second hand from Margaret's cunt and placed the drenched hand on Jennifer's other hip. Thrusting her down vigorously, he gave a loud moan and spurted up into her spasming twat. Jennifer collapsed onto the older man's heaving chest, her massive nipples rubbing against his thick white chest hair.

After the pair recovered, Jennifer sat upright again and moved off Colby. His now deflated cock slipped out of her gaping, come soaked cunt, and their paired juices left his dick and balls slick and wet. "My turn now.", said Margaret. She placed both hands in his crotch, and shortly had stroked and fondled him again to arousal. Then she stood and faced away from Colby. As she lowered herself onto the cock, she told Jennifer, "Put it in my ass, honey."

Colby, his cock, while erect, perhaps not as stiff and large as before, smiled widely. His cock seemed to come alive, filling and stretching up to meet the descending globes. He grasped Margaret's hips to help take her weight, and guided the seemingly perfectly tanned cheeks into his lap. Kneeling between the duos legs, Jennifer watched her aunt's anal sphincter open, and she guided the slick cockhead into position. In one smooth motion, Margaret collapsed onto the mighty organ, and Margaret let out a loud squeal of pleasure.

Once ensconced, Margaret began a slow rocking movement, and Jennifer stood. She poured more champagne and served the butt fucking pair. Both drank one handed, Colby's second hand gently pinching one of Margaret's large breasts, and Margaret's second hand stroking their joined crotches. Jennifer stood to the side, so both could see her drink delicately, as her other hand deftly spread her panties and pussy lips, and her middle finger rubbed her come soaked clit. Then, refilling her glass, she knelt again between the paired legs. Dipping a finger in the champagne, she first rubbed the wine on her aunt's quivering clit and licked it off. Then she repeated the process on the large, white haired nuts bouncing beneath. She alternated till her wine in her glass was gone, then began a fast, long tongued action that took in the balls, Colby's cock, when exposed, and the length of cunt and clit gyrating above.

This combined fellatio-cunnilingus had the anticipated effect. Margaret's ass strokes became faster and longer, and their client's pumping became more faster and more powerful. Soon, screaming in pleasure, Margaret came, and Colby grunted his pleasure as he spewed upwards into the depths of Margaret's bowels.

After Margaret rose off the shrunken dick, she collapsed onto the couch. Jennifer sat on the opposite side of Colby, and both attempted to revive his deflated organ. But the gentlemen seemed all fucked out for the afternoon. Jennifer went into the attached bathroom and returned with a warm, wet washcloth, with which she washed the come off Colby's cock and balls. Then they helped him dress, whereupon he left, and they sank back onto the couch, spent themselves.

"Wow!", said Jennifer, the first to be able to speak. "I could have done that for hours."

"Blame his wife and secretary."

"Huh?"

"Mr. Colby is a man of habits. I'm sure he took his coffee break this morning between his secretary's legs. And at lunch he went home for a nooner.", sighed Margaret, also in frustration. "And when he gets home, wifey will be topless on her knees." She sighed again. "I'm still horny." Standing, she walked to the office door. "Roger, Rocky, get in here! Now!!", she called out.

The two women smiled at each other.



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Chapter 15


The ringing phone woke Jennifer from her nap. Briefly disoriented, she looked around the room. Sitting up, she wrapped the sheer robe around herself, and walked to the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, honey. How are you?"

"Mom? How are you? I'm fine!"

The two women talked for several minutes, and Roger stirred and rolled over on the bed. Raising up on one elbow, he looked across the room and saw Jennifer talking animatedly on the phone. All she was wearing was the short and sheer robe and high heeled sandals she had been wearing earlier. Then, she had marched down to the bar, dressed as she was now, and asked him if he could please give her a hand up in her room. Smiling, Roger had followed, and, upon closing the bedroom door, had promptly turned her around, spread her legs, and given her a good fucking. Two more on-the-bed fucks and a nap had brought them to this point.

Now Roger got out of the bed, and walked over to the young girl. His cock began stiffening as he gazed upon her. Noticing him approaching, Jennifer said into the phone, "Hold on, Mom.", and put the phone down. She looked up at Roger.

"Time to go back to work. I'll see you later." He bent down to kiss her, and Jennifer grabbed his cock.

"Not just yet." Tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder, Jennifer removed the robe and spread her thighs wide apart. Then she took both hands and applied them to the shaft staring her in the face. While continuing to trade gossip with her mother, she gave an excellent hand job to the standing man. When Roger's hips began to buck she squeezed tightly at the base of the root, to delay his orgasm. After repeating this procedure a second time, she took pity on her redfaced lover, and putting the phone down a second time, wrapped her lips around the cockhead and sucked violently. Slipping a wet finger up Roger's asshole and squeezing his aching balls, she brought him to a swift and full climax.

Roger sank to his knees before her, and Jennifer kissed him with come stained lips. "Now you can go.", she said, and picked up the phone again.

Roger grabbed his clothes and staggered from the room. Ever since Colby had come by three days ago, Margaret and Jennifer had been fucking him and Rocky ragged. Morning, noon, and night, the two men had attempted to satisfy the almost insatiable appetites of the two managers. At one level, Roger hoped that the pair would soon get well and thoroughly fucked by some customers. At a deeper level, he agreed with Rocky, that room, board, cash, and the unlimited fucking of a vast supply of gorgeous women was nothing but sheer heaven. Certainly, it was more than sufficient to justify their continued fucking of the two most beautiful women in the supply.

After Roger came and went, Jennifer wiped off her mouth, and picked up the phone.

"What was all that?", asked her mother.

"Oh, nothing much. A friend just stuck his head in for a few minutes. He's gone now."

"Just came and left again?", said Alexandra. She had a good idea what exactly had occurred. Roger's moans and grunts had traveled fairly clearly over the phone lines. Indeed, it had given her a definite tingle in the crotch, and she looked forward to going to the club and giving a special workout to some deserving young stud.

"Something like that. So, what's up lately?"

"Well, you'll never believe who came by."

"Who?"

"Bobby!"

"Bobby? My Bobby from school? What was he doing there?", asked a surprised Jennifer.

"Returning some things you left at his place. He didn't know you had moved out."

"So what's he up to?"

"Seems to me like he's just bumming around for the summer. I think he's transferring to State this fall."

"Yeah, he is, but I thought he'd be working or something."

"Maybe later, but for now he just seems to be driving around the East Coast visiting friends." Alexandra turned serious. "Just how serious were you two? I thought you told me it was nothing but giggles and fucks."

"Yes, Mom, that's all it was. Giggles and fucks. We both saw other people occasionally. I mean, Bobby's sweet, and I liked him a lot, but we weren't in love or anything. Why?"

"Oh, just curious. I mean, he did seem to be rather disappointed you weren't here."

"He was probably horny. I'll bet he was counting on scoring with me. It's probably been a while since his home town honey has taken care of business. That's all."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't love him. Why? What's the problem? You sound real nervous. Afraid I'm going to run off and marry him, or something?" Jennifer was confused by her mother's reaction.

"Well, no. But I was worried how you might take finding out something. And I realized that the next time you saw Bobby, you'd probably find out."

"Find out what? What's going on?"

"Well, when Bobby came by, we, uh, got it on." Alexandra sounded rather sheepish.

"What? You and Bobby? You fucked Bobby? Oh, wow. Now that's a surprise."

Still worried, Alexandra asked, "You're not pissed at me, are you? I knew I shouldn't have, but..."

"Mom, Mom! Don't worry. No, I'm not pissed. I don't care who Bobby fucks now. It's all over with us." Memories of Bobby's abilities came to Jennifer's mind. "So how was he? And how did it happen?"

"Well, three days ago, he came by. I was in your old room, sorting out some clothes to send out there, when I hear this car pull in the driveway. So I look out your window in time to see Bobby hop out of the car and walk up to the porch. God, he looked good."

Alexandra continued, "So he rings the bell, and I just get these really wicked thoughts about screwing him. I yelled out the window that I'd be down in a few minutes, and changed into that black bikini of yours."

"What, my black string bikini? My killer bikini? I didn't know I left it home. You've got to send it out here!"

"That's the one."

"Mom, that swimsuit barely fits me. How could you wear it?"

"Carefully. Besides, the string straps are long enough."

"Yeah, but nothing else would be big enough. The triangle tops barely cover my nipples. And I have to shave my pussy for the thing."

"I know." At the other end of the line, Alexandra smiled. The sliding triangles of the top had covered her smaller nipples nicely. The interesting part had been the size of the breasts. Her daughter's tits were two inches and a full cup size smaller, and had more of the firmness of youth. While Alexandra's breasts did not sag, they definitely were bouncier, and she had been forced to move gracefully to keep them from popping out of the top.

The bottom had also been a challenge. Alexandra had shaved her cunt several days before. Or at least a boyfriend had shaved it for her, igniting a long night of oral pleasures. The thong back and side ties were quite standard. But the sliding front triangle barely covered her smaller daughter's twat. Again, only sheer grace kept the fabric from riding up inside her pussy lips.

Alexandra continued, "I shaved my cunt a couple of days before. And I'll admit, it was a real trick not to fall out of that thing. I slipped on a pair of black high heels and went down to greet him. I've gotta ask, how do you ever swim in this thing?"

"Who swims?", laughed her daughter. "I've never worn it but where the fellow rips it off and screws me before we get out the door! So anyway, what happened when you opened the door. Bobby must have just died!"

"Damn near. I mean he just stared. I thought he was going to drool on my tits. I almost had to drag him in. So, I sat him down and asked him what was in the bag. That kind of broke his concentration, and he turned beet-red."

"Why? What was in the bag? What bag?"

"Oh, this paper bag he had thrown your stuff in. I took it out of his hands and opened it. He kept blushing as I pulled clothing out."

"How much could it have been? I thought I had cleaned my stuff out of there.", protested Jennifer.

"Oh, it wasn't too bad. I just prolonged the agony for the boy. Every time I pulled something out, he just kept turning redder. I mean, I'd pull out a pair of lacy crotchless panties and hold them up to examine. Then maybe a see through baby doll top or a pair of fishnet stockings. God, he liked to died." Alexandra laughed heartily.

"So go on. You embarrassed the shit out of him. How does that go to screwing him?"

"Well, after the impromptu fashion show, I insisted we talk. And again he started staring at me. That boy's a real tit man. And then the thong rode up my cunt, and I discretely spread my legs. I thought his eyes were going to bug out. And then my nipples began to peek out of the top. I mean, it was about as blatant as I could be without saying 'Fuck me!'. His cock was immense in his pants, and it was stuck down a pant leg. He was in pain."

"Then I stood and asked if he wanted to join me in the pool. I said we had a very private pool. He just stammered out he didn't have a suit. I simply untied your suit, and said, 'That's no problem.', and I'm just standing there in heels. He set a new speed record getting undressed."

"He can get naked fast.", commented Jennifer.

"It was my turn to stare. God, kid, he's got a gorgeous cock. I mean, it was just beautiful. It's so big, but not too big. You know what I mean? It can really fill a cunt, but it's not too big to deep throat."

"Uh, huh. Let's just say I was very selective, Mom." Jennifer was amazed at the conversation. She and her mother had seemingly discussed everything, even sex, but this seemed almost, but not quite, bizarre.

"Anyway, there we are standing naked in the living room, just staring at each other's bodies. All of a sudden, it was like he woke up. He got real nervous, tried to cover up. So I reached down and wrapped a hand around it. Boy, was it hot and stiff. Just the touch made him come. He started spurting with my hand just holding it. Sprayed all over my belly. He was so embarrassed, I thought he was gonna just break down and cry."

"Bobby's first come always was fast and furious, especially if he hasn't gotten any for a bit. Then he'd settle down. What'd you do?"

"Well he tried to break away and leave, but I wouldn't let him. I just kept a firm grip on his dick and stayed in front of him. I calmed him down, told him I was flattered and that sort of shit. Then, still stroking with my right hand, I wiped the come off my stomach with my left hand and licked the fingers off. Now that really turned him on. He started getting hard again and kept watching me. I'd finger up one glob and lick it down, then go for another."

"He liked to see me swallow when I blew him."

"I told him how nice a cock he had and got down on my knees. I took it in both hands and gave it a real good look, really getting him worked up, you know? Then I asked him, ever so nicely, if I could put it in my mouth and give him a blow job. The look on his face, I thought he was going to pop again. You're right, after the first time, he does settle down. I gave him, what I have to admit, was a world class suck."

"So, did you ever get out to the swimming pool?"

"Yup. I guess it must have been around midnight when we finally worked our way out there. God, we fucked and sucked our way through the rest of the afternoon and night. That boy is really something. Can't swim like your old man, though."

"Momma! You mean... you and Dad... in the pool!"

Alexandra laughed so hard she started to cough. "Jesus Christ, Jenny, why do you think your father put in the pool heater? And this huge fence? To keep out the wolves? The man couldn't keep his hands off me in the water. Lord, we met at the beach!"

"I never would have guessed!"

"Oh, jeez, that first day when we opened the pool every summer, we'd spend the entire day, all three of us, swimming. And whenever you weren't looking, your Daddy would have a hand inside my suit, pinching a nipple or fingering my clit. And I'd pull his pants down and rub him up. And later, when we put you to bed, he'd drag me back to the pool and strip me down. I'd always buy a new suit at the beginning of summer, just to keep him guessing. Sometimes a bikini, sometime a one-piecer, sometimes a strapless number he could just peel off me. And we'd fuck all night long, that first night. The shallow end, the deep end, the deck, the diving board - you name it we did it anywhere and anyway around that pool."

"Wow! I just can't imagine you and Daddy screwing in the pool."

"Oh, yeah. And summers, when you went to camp for two weeks, your Pop would come home early, or just call in sick. And he'd go out into the back yard where I'd be sunbathing and rub oil all over me. It was so romantic. He'd so gently remove my suit and then rub the oil in so sensuously. Sometimes he'd roll me on my back and make me come just by oiling my tits. And sometimes he'd oil my ass until I almost fell asleep, or at least till I felt his oily cock entering my asshole."

"Wow!"

"Your Dad was one of a kind."

"I guess so. Ever think of remarrying?"

"Mmmm... Not yet. Or maybe I just haven't met the right guy yet. After your Dad died I didn't date again for almost two years. But your aunt convinced me that thirty three was too young to dry up and be a sainted widow, and that I needed to get back in the groove. That was only four years ago. Who knows? Maybe there's a man out there just waiting for me?"

"And besides, the search can be fun itself, huh?"

"The practice is certainly worth it. I've never heard of wearing out your cunt."

"So when did Bobby leave? The next day?"

"Oh, shit, no! I wasn't about to let a stud like that loose. Let me see, now..." Alexandra counted the days and nights, and said, "Four days, three nights. Sort of a long weekend."

"And you just fucked around the pool?"

"Nope. It rained the rest of the time. So I gave him a fashion show of my own. I must have put on every piece of trashy slutwear I owned, paraded around in it, and then fucked him. And then changed and did it over again. I never knew I still had some of those outfits."

"Like what?"

"Oh, like a black leather minidress. Thigh high leather boots. Crotchless blue jeans. An old stripper's outfit your Dad got me once. I even found an old feather boa and some handcuffs."

"You let Bobby handcuff you!?!"

"Oh, no. I just found them in a drawer. But I know a fellow I might try it with."

"Holy shit!"

"Oh, kid, it's so good to talk to you again!"

"You've got to come and visit."

"Yeah. I do deserve a vacation."



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Chapter 16


Jennifer and Margaret lolled in hammocks on the front yard of the Lakehouse. It had been a little over a week since Jennifer had talked to her mother, and both expected her to show up sometime today. So they had given themselves a day off and lazed the afternoon away.

The manic sex drives they had felt had subsided to their normal horny levels, much to the relief of an exhausted Roger and Rocky. Margaret's period had come and gone, and she told Jennifer that meant her mother's had passed, too, since they shared the same cycle. All three would be up for fucking.

Margaret's evening and morning had been spent in the company of a now rested Roger and Rocky. She had given them a proper workout in her suite. First she had knelt, and while Rocky had plunged into her cunt, Roger had knelt before her to receive an excellent blow job. Then, lying on her back on the bed, with her legs hanging off the side, Roger had stood by the bed, holding her legs and fucking her. Meanwhile, Rocky had straddled her chest and titfucked the thirty-eight DD breasts, as Margaret, head on several pillows, had leaned in to suck the giant cockhead. Finally, after further contortions and numerous orgasms all around, she had made a sandwich with the pair in the late morning. Laying atop Rocky, cock deep in her gaping twat, Roger had knelt behind her and penetrated her twitching asshole. The threesome had leisurely fucked their way to a shattering triple orgasm.

Jennifer had spent the evening 'filing' in the 'Office' for Mr. Timmons. If anything, her outfit, while secretarially professional, was even more abbreviated than her aunt's had been. She now knew why her aunt had serviced the man, his cock belied his size. As large as her ex-lover Bobby, he had taken her five times, and caused her to orgasm at least twice as often as that. The leather chair, the desk top, the office couch, even the copy machine were utilized in a multihour delight.

In the morning, seeing that Margaret, Roger, and Rocky were occupied elsewhere, she had joined a few of the girls sunbathing on the back deck. She had long since shed the notion of tanning in a suit, and lay down under the hot sun naked. When Lacey, Jackie, and Lisa began rubbing oil on her, she had simply smiled, as their hands rubbed her erect nipples and oozing pussy. Coming, she had returned the favors, and the reclining quartet continued on in extended sapphic passion. While decidedly straight, Jennifer enjoyed the lessons she was receiving in breast and nipple sucking, and cunt and clit licking, and endeavored to be a good student.

Now, temporarily sated, the two women semi-dozed in their hammocks, occasionally waking to pour a drink from a tall, frosted pitcher. Both were dressed casually, in loose shorts and tee shirts. Every once in a while, one or the other would dreamily slip a hand into her waistband and extended fingers would gently massage a clit, or slip under her shirt to subtly flick and pinch a nipple to a quiet but intense orgasm.

The quiet reverie was broken by the roar of an automobile engine, accompanied by loud honking of a horn. Opening their eyes, Jennifer and Margaret were greeted by the sight of a red convertible roaring up the driveway, driver waving to them. The car screeched to a stop before them.

"Mom!", yelled Jennifer, rising and running to the side of the car. Margaret followed more sedately. Alexandra opened the car door and stepped out, giving her daughter a long, tight hug.

Margaret watched the sight and burst out laughing. Clutching her stomach and pointing at her sister, she collapsed to the ground in paroxysms of laughter. Jennifer went over to her and demanded to know what was so funny. Margaret pointed again at her sister, and gasped out, "Catch me, fuck me!", before laughing again.

Jennifer stared at her aunt before turning back to her mother, now also bent over in laughter. Eventually, both women regained control of themselves, and hugged, as Jennifer stood by baffled.

"What the hell was so funny?", she demanded. "What did you mean, 'Catch me, fuck me'?"

As Alexandra burst into laughter again, Margaret pointed to her. "Her clothes! She's wearing 'catch me, fuck me' clothes." Alexandra still laughing, did a small pirouette before the duo, and Margaret started to laugh again.

Jennifer looked her mother's clothing over. It seemed somewhat extreme, even by Jennifer's newly lowered standards. Alexandra was wearing high heeled sandals, with at least five inch spike heels, and no stockings. Around her waist was an incredibly short skirt, barely wider than a large belt, that covered her pussy and asscheeks with considerable difficulty. From the pirouette, Jennifer knew her mother had been driving around without any underwear on. Above the skirt, Alexandra was wearing a sleeveless silk blouse, which while not sheer or transparent, was very thin. The blouse was open to the waist, where it was loosely tied together. No bra was worn, and Alexandra's nipples pushed the light fabric even farther open.

Finally, Margaret calmed down enough to talk again. "Back when we were living here as kids, we used to drive like madmen. To keep from getting tickets, we got to wearing outfits like that. We'd call them 'catch me, fuck me' clothes. If a cop pulled us over for speeding, why we'd just hike the skirt up and open up the top some. The bastard would get so flustered he'd usually let us go."

"I figured, why fly? I'll drive out.", said Alexandra. "So I dug out some old clothes, just to make sure I made good time." Smiling, she made another turn.

"Did it work?", asked Jennifer.

"Almost. The first two cops let me go with a warning. But the third was a dyke Kansas state trooper. The only way I was going to get out of that was by letting her do me with her billy club!"

"Well, that's women's lib for you!", laughed Margaret.

"And no problems since Kansas?", asked Jennifer.

"Well I got pulled over about three this morning before I got out of Utah. But I sure didn't mind. I pulled the skirt up around my waist, and stuck my tits out the front of my top. And this dreamy guy comes over to ask for my license."

"Sounds like you wanted to get pulled over.", commented Margaret.

"This guy can arrest me anytime he wants. Big, young, muscular. I mean, he had on one of those form fitting uniforms, you know, like it had been tailored for him. He took my license and started talking to me. Wouldn't give it back, wouldn't write me up, no warning about speeding, no nothing. Kept looking down at my tits and pussy, and isn't fazed a bit. I'm looking at him, going back and forth between this beautiful, square-jawed face, and this really big erection in his pants. I'm really getting wet, you know."

"Anyway, it's really deserted. No traffic at all. So I just open the door and get out. My skirt and blouse fall back in place. I lean back against the car and ask if he's going to arrest me or whatever. His eyes just pop open. Then I ask if he has to handcuff me. Well, let me tell you, he just gets this shit-eating grin. He tosses my license back in the car and pulls me around to the trunk. He goes 'Assume the position!' and really frisks me over. I mean it took about ten or fifteen minutes, and I'm just dying from it."

"Then he stands me back up, and cuffs me behind my back. Then he turns me around and tells me he has to perform a strip search. Now last night I'm wearing this zippered halter top and a zippered skirt. He unzips the top and skirt and throws them in the car. Again, he has to feel me all over, including a 'body cavity search' which was real thorough. Then he whips out this really nice cock, lays me back over the trunk and just fucks the living shit out of me."

"Wow!", said Margaret. Jennifer was amazed.

"Yeah! Did me twice, too. Then he got this call, popped off the cuffs, and just roared off into the night. I'm still standing there bare ass naked in the road." Alexandra walked over to the hammocks and grabbed one of the glasses. Downing the contents, she poured herself a drink. "God, that tastes good. I'm too old for this driving cross country shit. My ass is dead!"

Jennifer and Margaret sat on the hammocks. Margaret moved over to let her sister sit, and patted the netting, to let her know she was welcome.

"I've been sitting for three days and nights now. I'll stand, thank you."

"You know, Jim really liked you in 'catch me, fuck me' clothes, too.", said Margaret.

"Yeah, I know.", said a smiling Alexandra. "I never did fully figure him out. I mean, most of the time he wanted me in really knockout outfits. But whenever we were driving somewhere alone, without you,", she said, looking at Jennifer, "he wanted me to be wearing nothing but heels, a real short skirt, and an open blouse. And it wasn't like we were speeding. And he'd never let me button the blouse when we got somewhere."

"I think he was showing off his trophy.", commented Margaret.

"Huh?"

"I mean, you know he loved you. But lookit. He takes you out somewhere, and every man around can see your tits and legs, right. And he's just smiling and saying to himself, 'You dumb fucks! I may be a short little potbellied bald guy, but I've got an eleven here who'd do me in a heartbeat, in public, if I said to. So, fuck you, clowns!'"

"Daddy wasn't potbellied!", protested Jennifer.

Alexandra looked down at her daughter and laughed. "No dear, he was just, how should we say it, well-marbled?" Turning back to Margaret, she said, "You think he thought of me as a trophy?"

"Sure, at least sometimes. I remember reading a few years ago that the number one status symbol among men wasn't money or a car or a fancy house or anything like that. The number one male status symbol is a beautiful young woman on their arm. Let's face it. With you he was certainly covered."

"Our marriage wasn't just his status. Don't be ludicrous."

"Of course not. I'd bet that he never traveled with you in your 'catch me, fuck me' clothes around town. It was only when you were driving a good distance away, like private vacations or trips. Right?"

"Uh, okay. I guess so."

"He loved you too much to make you look slutty around home. That's where you wore silk and lace and chic, expensive shit. But on the road, hey, give the dumb bastards a good look at what they can't have, and just say fuck 'em."

"Well, I'm still not convinced. I think he was just horny. He used to drive with one hand up my skirt, and one finger up my twat. He'd drive me nuts. And he'd always be pulling off on some side road to fuck me."

"I seem to recall he'd do that around home, too.", said Margaret. Turning to Jennifer, she asked, "Remember how I told you how we'd trick your Dad?"

"You told her?!", shrieked Alexandra. Laughing, she asked, "What'd you tell her all our old tricks?"

Margaret ignored her sister. "One night, when I was visiting, we all went out to dinner. I sat in the back of the car, but I could tell that on the drive to the restaurant, your Pop's hand was up your mother's dress. She could hardly concentrate on the conversation. So, before we left, we switched clothes in the powder room. And I sat up front on the drive back. Jesus! As soon as we were out of the parking lot, his hand comes crawling across the seat. And since it's dark by now, it's not just hand under the dress anymore, the dress has to come up. I must've come three times before we got home."

"He never could tell us apart.", laughed Alexandra.

"So did you switch back in the house?", asked Jennifer.

"Never got the chance. It was so late, he just made us some coffee and took Maggie to our bedroom. We were never alone long enough to change. I'm just glad I kept a vibrator in the spare bedroom.", said Alexandra.

"It wasn't that bad!", protested Margaret. "After the first two fucks, I got up and went to check on Jenny. I sent you back to him."

"Hmmph.", snorted her sister. Alexandra poured out the last of the pitcher and downed it. "Oh, fuck it." She walked back to her car and reached in. First she pulled out several bags and tossed them at the laughing women. Then, pulling the key from the ignition, she popped the small trunk and repeated the process. Shortly, a small pile of luggage was scattered on the lawn. Margaret called Rocky out, who simply stared at the sight. The luggage didn't bother him, but he wasn't at all sure that he and Roger could handle Jennifer and two Margarets.

Looking around, Alexandra grabbed a small overnight bag and faced the others. "Listen. I need to shower and change. Then we all dress up in our 'catch me, fuck me' clothes and drive into Vegas for some action. Who's the bartender?" She marched into the house.

Jennifer thought this would be a fascinating vacation.


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Posted:  2003-01-10
Last Modified: 2003-04-15 / 12:00:00 am
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