****** Movin' On Up Again by AUSEYRE@aol.com ******
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Movin' On Up Again


This is a work of fiction; any similarity between persons living or dead is
purely for the purposes of entertainment and is in no way a factual
representation of said people. Any similarities to fictional characters is
completely without the permission of the creators and owners of these
characters, is entirely again for entertainment only, without any monetary
gain. This story contains adult content; if you are not a mature adult (i.e.
able to ignore things not to your taste) please do not read this.

Everyone else, enjoy, feedback is welcome.


"Oh yes! Fuck me, harder! Harder! Tear up my ass with that cock!" The words,
moaned under panting breath were accompanied by feverish strokes up and down
Mr. Bentley's pale dick. One watery blue eye was pressed tightly against the
spy hole bored into the wall separating the basement from the storage closet in
the employee lounge. He watched Lionel stroke his cock repeatedly into Jenny's
welcoming pussy, and he imagined he was the receptacle of that big black rod.
His asshole throbbed hungrily, and he wished that he dared to drop his trousers
and slid a finger into that aching hole. He could feel his juices rising and he
slowed down, wanting to wait until the couple in the other room reached their
peak before he blew his own load. He had watched them so often that he had
their rhythm down pat now, and he timed his strokes to Lionel's. Soon his
groans got louder. He knew that the other two were too far-gone to be able to
hear anything, and he let out a happy yell as he came with them, shooting his
juices against the wall.

Panting softly he gathered himself together to head upstairs. He had just
purchased some large, thick new cucumbers that would be perfect to fill his hot
rectum as he wanked off to memories of this mornings little floorshow.

The door opened suddenly and he jerked up. He relaxed again when he saw Ralph's
out stretched hand. He placed the two tens, his usual fee, into the waiting
fingers and marched out, ignoring the greedy doorman's smirk.

"My poor George, I've told you time and again you shouldn't be married to that
awful Louise, she just doesn't appreciate you the way Mother does."

Saying this, Olive Jefferson turned back to the hot bath she was running for
her son, so that he wouldn't see the pleased, cat at the canary grin she bore.
She did so love these times when that bitch Louise drove her Georgy home where
he belonged. She had hoped too long to think that it would be permanent, but at
least she could enjoy him while she had the chance. Soon George was stretched
out in the hot tub, bubbles floating almost up to his neck. His eyes were
closed as his mother's hands gently guided the sponge over his body. Once she
was satisfied that he was clean, Mother Jefferson's hands traveled back down
into the water, and gently grasped George's hard rod. It was the moment both
had been anticipating since he had arrived.

George's mother had always bathed him, and when, as a teenager, he protested,
she added an incentive to keep him under her control. At the end of each bath,
She would slowly and lovingly jerk him to orgasm. Even now, with her hands
gnarled with age, she still had a magic touch that no one had ever been able to
duplicate, not even Wheezy. George moaned as he felt the cum rising through his
cock, and jetting out into the warm water. It was true what they said, there
really was nothing like a mother's touch.

Louise stretched out on the bed, watching the news. She tried to ignore the
empty spot next to her, but it was hard. She just knew that wrinkled old crone
was whispering nasty nothings into George's ear about her, not to mention what
else she was doing. George had let slip early in their marriage about the
"special" relationship he and his mother shared. So she knew what the old witch
really wanted when she tried to get George to come home for a visit without
Louise. She knew George would eventually come around. He loved Lionel and
wanted him to be happy, and he like Jenny, but for now, she had an empty bed.
Louise heard the phone ring, and Florence's strident tones.

"Mrs. Jefferson, Mrs. Willis is on the phone." Louise didn't really feel like
talking to her best friend right now, especially since she knew she wanted to
discuss the kids and their plans, but to her surprise Helen kept it short. She
only wanted to borrow Florence for a special surprise for Tom she had planned.
She promised to get together with Louise for lunch so they could start planning
the wedding.

"You are sure it's okay if I go Mrs. Jefferson, I hate leaving you here alone."
Louise waved her away.

"Of course Florence. As a matter of fact, go ahead and take the rest of the day
off, after Helen is through with you." Florence left with a secret smile. She
had a feeling she would need the rest of the day after Mrs. Willis was through
with her.

Mr. Bentley lay on the sofa, legs bent so that his knees pushed towards his
shoulders, slowly stroking a firm, 6 inch cucumber in and out of his gaping
hole. His eyes were closed and again in his minds eye it was Lionel Jefferson's
hard cock that filled him. His own cock was hard as a rock, pointing back
towards his stomach and dripping with pre cum. He could feel his orgasm
building and one hand went down to encircle his rod. The loud knock on the door
startled him so that he almost came from the adrenaline rush.

He stood up reluctantly and put on his robe. Before he could belt it good, the
knock came again, and Mr. Bentley wondered who was so impatient. The knock came
again and he Jerked the door open to see the grinning visage of Allan Willis.

Florence knocked on the Willis' door, and at Helen's shout entered. She went
straight to the bedroom, where Helen was already stretched out on the bed
naked. One hand lazily played with her chocolate tipped breasts, tweaking first
one nipple, then the other.

"You got here quick Florence, I was just warming up a little for you."

Florence had thrown her purse down and begun to strip upon entering the
bedroom. Now she stood in just a pair of stockings and garters. Looking at the
slim, mahogany woman before her made her mouth water. Her mouth and her pussy.
Already she could feel her nether lips moistening. She put one knee on the bed,
but Helen sat up, halting her.

"Wait Florence, I have a surprise. Look under the bed." Florence did, pulling
out a box wrapped in brown paper. She opened it, and gasped as a wave of lust
washed through her, hardening her own nipples, and dampening her pussy even
more. Inside the box, nestled in slight indention rested an extremely realistic
looking latex dildo, but it was the straps attached to it that had captured
Florence's immediate imagination.

An hour later, after numerous orgasms, Florence was putty in Helen's hands when
she made her request. As Helen climbed on top of her again, and inserted the
hard latex into her already quivering pussy, she smiled, and thought again that
it was lucky that she had the rest of the day off.

"Allan, I didn't know you were back home, come in." Mr. Bentley stepped back,
and Allan stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Don't let me stop you, keep doing what you were doing." Mr. Bentley blushed,
but shook his head and sat down on the sofa.

"I don't know what you mean, I wasn't busy. Please sit down. Would you like
something to drink?" Allan stood in front of him, taking in the hastily thrown
on robe that badly covered his pale body, and still hard cock, and the cucumber
that was partially hidden under the seat cushion. He grinned again, and
unzipped his pants, pulling out his not unsubstantial rod. His tanned dick gave
evidence that he did more at college than just study, and Mr.

Bentley couldn't help but feel his mouth water although he pasted a shocked
expression on his face.

"Suck me."

"Allan! Young man just what do you think you are doing?" Allan stepped closer,
grabbing a hand full of Mr. Bentley's hair, and pulling his head forward until
his thin lips brushed the head of Allan's thrusting cock. His mouth opened
involuntarily, and the tip slipped in. It was hard to tell who moaned louder,
Mr. Bentley or Allan. Whatever pretense of outrage that Mr. Bentley had planned
slipped away as he tasted the hot sweaty flesh. His mouth opened wider, and
Allan slid his whole dick in with ease.

From the way Mr. Bentley circled the head of his cock slowly, drawing it all
the way out before deep throating it again, Allan could tell that Mr. Bentley
was an expert cocksucker, despite his constant talk of his girlfriend Daphne.
Ralph was right when he said that Mr. Bentley would be open to providing Allan
a little relief from time to time. He would have to make sure that the
doorman's Christmas bonus was extra large this year.

"Tonight you are going to fuck me Tom! I am tired of waiting. Your tongue on my
pussy is fine, but I want a hard cock sometimes." Tom could see the
determination in Helen's eyes, and he quivered slightly.

"But Helen, I've tried." His whiny voice only served to harden her resolve
more. She pulled him up on the bed on top of her, slipping his limp dick into
her already wet pussy. Tom closed his eyes in despair, only to open them again
in shock when he felt warm hands pulling at the cheeks of his ass.

"What!" He tried to look behind him, but Helen grabbed his head pulling it down
to her breasts, and rubbing one hard nipple back and forth against his gaping
mouth. The hands parted his cheeks, and he could feel something cool dribble
down his crack, causing him to shiver, and wonder of wonders, causing his
flaccid cock to start to harden. He knew he was about to be fucked, and he
closed his eyes, pushing his fleshy red ass up towards the waiting invader. The
head entered him slowly, stretching his tight hole. Tom groaned, and closed his
eyes again, sucking his wife's plump nipple like a nursing babe. His cock
hardened to full mast as the solid presence in his rectum exported him back to
his days as the fraternity hump. He had been a shy nerdy kid, and was turned
out by his first roommate. The whole of his four years in college, he had been
available, mouth or ass, for use by any of the frat members except the pledges
and he had loved every minute of it. He had thought that part of his life was a
secret from Helen, but the hard dick pounding into his ass told a different
story.

Helen moaned under him as he thrust deeply into her pussy. He could feel the
muscles contracting around his rod as she came, uttering the sharp scream that
was her trademark. Tom couldn't hold back any longer. The feel of the firm cock
plunging in and out of his tight ass was too much for him to take, and he
thrust one last time, before shooting his load into Helen's waiting cunt with a
loud grunt. He collapsed on top of her, rolling over quickly to see who had
ridden him to such pleasure. His mouth dropped open in shock to see Florence
standing there wearing nothing but an artificial cock strapped around her waist
and a big grin. Helen sat up next to him, and leaned over giving him a wet
kiss. She patted the mattress, and Florence crawled onto the bed beside them.

"Louise loaned us Florence for the whole day Tom, I'm sure we can find
something for her to do." The three of them grinned at each other, as Helen
slid an arm around each of them, pulling them into her embrace.

George opened the door with his key, slipping quietly into the silent
apartment. All the lights were out, but he made his way familiarly to the
bedroom. He turned on the hall light and cracked the door slightly so as not to
disturb Louise. He knew he would get hell from his mother because he had left,
but he had a sudden urge to be home with his wife.

He got undressed and slipped into bed, trying not to wake Weezy, but she woke
up anyway, turning to him with sleepy eyes.

"George! You're home."

"Yeah, I guess I've been acting like a jack ass, about Jenny. If Lionel loves
her half as much as I love you, she is welcome to the family." Louise smiled
and opened her arms, pulling George in for a kiss.

"I guess your mother gave you her special treatment huh?" George nodded as he
began to unbutton Louise's nightgown.

"But don't worry Weezy, I saved a little something for you." Louise reached
under the covers and felt George's hard rod. She gave it a loving squeeze, and
felt herself moistening with anticipation.

"I'd say it was more than a little something," she said with a grin.

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