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It had been another long week. My workdays weren’t as long, but they had become a lot more intense. Because I had been conducting second interviews, they not only took longer, they were a lot more in depth. And that created more stress, even though I was down from the fourteen hour days I’d put in the previous week and a half, to a more manageable ten to twelve.



Another reason the week seemed so long was that Ann was supposed to be coming out for a week, and the anticipation of having her back in my arms made the hours and minutes drag on. And that was before I got the crushing news that I’d received when I got back to the hotel late on Thursday night.



I’d walked into the lobby that night in a good mood, knowing I’d have Heather at my disposal for the evening for one of her long, luxurious blowjobs, thanks to the transaction I’d made the day before in the ‘sex account’ game Ann had invented. But when I walked up to the front desk to check my messages, everything changed in an instant. Heather had a look on her face that told me she not only had news, but that it wasn’t good.



“There’s a message for you, Neil…from Ann,” she said, unable to hide the fact that she was upset.



“Oh my God…is she okay?” I said in a bit of a panic.



“Yeah…she’s okay…just has some bad news.”



“What is it?”



“She won’t be here until Saturday night. She had something come up with the wedding, and she’s trying to get it taken care of before she leaves.”



“What the hell could THAT be?” I asked.



“She didn’t say. She just said that she needed to get it resolved now…because waiting until the week she gets back would be too late.”



I sighed, knowing that it was a possibility. Ann had a couple of issues with the arrangements she was working on, with the catering and the cake, and a couple of logistical things, namely lodging for guests coming in from out of town. It got to the point that she’d warned me that she may have to delay her trip by a day or two.



Because Ann was coming out for a week, it was going to cut into the planning time for our big day. I knew she was still going to come out…she had too, to find us a place to live after we got married. Once the wedding was over, I had to move out of the hotel, so we needed a place to go. But Ann could technically drive out any week to do that, while there were things regarding the wedding that needed to be taken care of that couldn’t wait.



With the news, I was a little distraught knowing that Ann was now yet another day away, and Heather knew it.



“Give me a few minutes, Neil. I’ll get someone to cover me, and I’ll meet you upstairs,” she said, thinking that I’d want her company now more than ever.



It was a very nice gesture on Heather’s part. But as wonderful as the thought was of letting Heather take away the stress of my workday and now my sudden dejection, by giving me some one of her amazing blowjobs, my mood had been forever changed for the evening.



“Thanks, Heather…but I think I’ll just save that for some other time,” I said as I tried to smile politely.



“Aw…Neil. I’m so sorry this happened. I know how much you’ve been looking forward to Ann being here.”



“Yeah…I know. But I guess that will just make the reunion sex that much sweeter,” I said, thinking of what my Dad called it.



“Ha…I’ve never heard it put like that. But you’re right…I might have to clear your floor so the other guests won’t complain about all the noise you’ll be making.”



I just smiled again and gave her a little wave. “Goodnight, Heather. I’ll see you tomorrow.”



“Goodnight, Neil. Hey, remember that I’ll be here until midnight. If you change your mind, just give me a call, okay?”



“Okay…thanks,” I said as started to turn the corner and head to the elevators, knowing before I took a step that I’d never make that call.



“OH! I almost forgot, Neil. Ann said to tell you that Rose is okay…and so are the Armstrong’s’.”



I let out a little sigh of relief, and said, “Thank God…that is such a relief!”



Heather gave me a knowing smile, understanding just how good that news was, compared to the message that Ann’s arrival was going to be delayed. In fact, compared to what Heather just said, the news that I was going to be without Ann one more day didn’t matter at all. This was MUCH more important.



I took another step, and stopped in my tracks. Turning back to Heather, my face contorted a little. “Wait…the Armstong’s?”



“Yeah…I think she said the Armstrong’s. Todd and Gracie…right?”



My eyes opened wide, and I smiled. Nodding, I said, “OH…yeah…that’s right.”



~*~*~*~*~*~



I stripped down to my boxers, grabbed a Heineken out of the little fridge in my room, and flopped onto my bed. Picking up the remote off the table between the beds, I turned on the television, settling back into a big pile of pillows as I tried to get my mind off of Ann. But as soon as I flipped through the channels I was bombarded with the news coverage that had been going on for a couple of days, and Ann came right back to my mind. Well, Ann…and a lot of her friends and family.



Just forty-eight hours before, I’d been in my room, eating a pizza from a local joint down the street from the hotel, my eyes riveted to the screen. I was just settling in to watch game three of the World Series, which was being featured as the Battle of the Bay, with the San Francisco Giants playing the Oakland Athletics.



It was a series that not only I found interesting, Ann was practically beside herself. The two teams that she’d followed during her ten years in Northern California were in the games’ biggest showcase, facing off against each other. And as the series moved to Candlestick Park, she had said she was hoping for a Giants win, even though she was more of an A’s fan. She just wanted the series to go as long as it could, and Oakland was already up two games to none.



It was a phone call I’ll never forget. Ann was already in tears when I answered the phone…and I knew the instant it rang it was her. In fact, my hand was on the phone, ready to pick it up to call and console her…but I was in too much shock.



“Neil, are you watching this?” she said as I answered, trying to fight back her tears.



“Yes, babe…I can’t take my eyes off it. This is so…tragic.”



The greater San Francisco Bay area had been hit with a 6.9 earthquake just fifteen minutes before the start of the game; the epicenter less than 25 miles from the stadium. At first, I didn’t know what had happened, other than the signal had gone out for the game for a little bit. But as the cameras came back on, and the scene started to unfold, it quickly went from being just an unusual beginning to what I’d thought was going to be a relaxing evening of sports entertainment, to a late night filled with feelings of helplessness and worry.



The images Ann and I were watching at the same time, 500 miles apart, were staggering. The television network that was covering the game was going to use a blimp to provide aerial shots of the game. Instead, it began giving immediate coverage of a natural disaster just moments after it happened. We looked on in horror as we saw buildings and homes in rubble, plumes of smoke rising from fires burning in different regions of the city, and people standing in the streets, looking on in shock.



When the blimp showed a shot of the Bay Bridge that spans San Francisco Bay, connecting Oakland and San Francisco, Ann let out a shriek.



“OH MY GOD…NEIL!”



“I see it, baby. I see it,” I said, trying to calm her down. But I was having a hard time remaining composed myself. There, on the TV in my room, was a picture of the bridge, a section of the upper deck having collapsed down onto the lower deck. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, along with the shiver that ran though my body as I looked at a car stopped less than a hundred yards from the huge gap in the bridge.



That image was quickly followed by one of the Cypress Freeway in Oakland, which had also collapsed. The top portion had fallen onto the bottom, giving the appearance of fallen dominoes leaning against each other as the camera panned down the expanse of mangled concrete.



“Oh my God,” Ann said, her voice cracking. “There’re people under there, Neil. There has to be.”



“I know, babe,” I replied, my own voice strained with emotion.



When the cameras returned to scenes of San Francisco, Ann was a mess. “Oh…God. Neil…that’s near where Rose’s store is,” she said as she started to sob. “And Sonya…she could be at the airport, or on the way home…or anywhere. DAMMIT!” she said, finally breaking down.



Ann had so many friends scattered in the general areas on both sides of the bay. Sure, her Aunt and Uncle and her immediate family were probably okay. They lived far enough away that they would likely have felt it, but not had the massive damage that we were watching pretty much as it happened. But Ann had friends everywhere, and as she’d so eloquently put it to me before, to her…friends WERE her family.



I wondered silently if any of them were at the game. I didn’t bring it up, because I didn’t want to cause Ann any more heartache. All I could do was hold her over the phone in a way. And she held me too. While I hadn’t lived there, the people I’d met…what were now OUR friends, were on my mind as much as they were on Ann’s. And the real life drama that we were unfortunately sharing brought that home to both of us.



We’d been watching for a few hours, and Ann had calmed down some. It was still emotional, but we were to the point where we were talking though the logic of what we knew, and where people might be. Ann went through a mental list of where people lived, and the likelihood of where they might be. And one conclusion that we made was that a vast majority of them were likely home, ready to watch the game. The ones that we weren’t so sure about, we both said a little prayer for. And then we prayed for all of our friends.



I didn’t have a time in mind of when we should end the call…Ann needed comfort, and I never looked at the clock as we talked. I knew the next day would be hard, but that didn’t seem to enter the equation at the time.



Out of the blue, Ann said, “I’m so happy right now, Neil.”



“What?” I said a little stunned.



“I know…that didn’t sound right. I’m not thinking straight right now. What I’m stumbling to say is that I’m happy that I have you to lean on. A few hours ago, I felt my whole world crumbling right along with the city I love more than any other city in the world. I have…WE have so many friends out there…and I don’t know if they’re okay or not. But I have you, and I know that no matter what happens, I have you to help me get through this. I could feel you hugging me through the phone, Neil. I still do. And that lets me know that somehow, everything is going to be okay.”



While we really didn’t ‘know’, I got Ann’s point. “It is going to be okay, Ann. Try to get some sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”



“I have a lot of calls to make, babe. I’ll call you, okay?”



“Sure…I love you Ann.”



“Love you too, baby. Goodnight.” she said as she disconnected the call.



In the the hours and days that passed, I’d gotten many messages from Ann, each one letting me know that another person on our personal checklist was accounted for and okay. The morning after the earthquake, Ann began doing one of the things she did best…she started networking with her friends. She worked the phone, contacting people that she figured she could get in touch with that could not only let her know they were okay…they also might be able to tell her about other people as well.



Ann reasoned that the phone lines were already going to be overloaded with an emergency of that magnitude, not to mention the areas that were going to be without service just because of the quake itself. So, she contacted people that would have been calling people on their own. Ann was hoping that by calling key people among her California friends and family, she’d find out about others, limiting the calls she’d have to make. And she started by calling her Aunt Helen.



Helen told Ann that her related family was all okay. Helen was able to get in touch with them rather easily, since they lived across the mountains and farther away from the areas hardest hit. I had figured as much, but it was still nice to get that news.



Next, Ann called the most logical person she could think of to start finding out about our…well, our extended family. She called her California ‘Mom’, Billie, and her ‘Dad’ Alfred. True to form, Billie had been on the phone too. And she was able to let Ann know that her last roommates, Chad, Dana and the girls were fine, as well as Missy at the sex shop. In fact, all of the people that had been at the bridal shower and the going away party were fine, even though some had minor property damage to deal with.



Yes, there were a couple of close calls…most notably Sonya, Ann’s friend who was an air traffic controller at San Francisco International. Sonya always took the 101 to work, which goes right past Candlestick Park on the way to the Airport. Knowing there would be a lot of extra traffic because of the World Series, she left her house early, and arrived to work just before the earthquake hit. Had she left at her normal time from Antioch, which was some 50 miles or so away from the airport between San Francisco and Sacramento, she would have been traveling over the Bay Bridge right around the time of the quake.



Taking another sip of my beer, I watched the latest updates of what was going on through the eyes of one of the news networks providing coverage. And as I did, I thought about the latest news I had gotten from Ann. I was glad to hear about Rose, who owned the photo shop in the heart of the city that we were using to develop the pictures of our adventures. Ann had many of her business cards, so I wasn’t surprised that she called her. I WAS a little surprised that she got through in just a couple of days. And while I was thrilled Rose was okay, I wondered if her shop was damaged in any way.



Yet of all the messages I’d gotten at the front desk about the welfare of people Ann and I cared about clear across the country some 3,000 miles away from where I was lying, the one that surprised me the most was the word that Todd and Gracie Armstrong were alive and well. The Armstrong’s were the couple we’d met at the Bed and Breakfast in Sacramento…he being the millionaire industrialist, and she being his wife; and at the time, the two of them were on a weeklong getaway of sexual adventure.



Todd and Gracie had watched Ann from the doorway of our room as she undressed for me. And they watched as I took photos of Ann as she did. We’d shared that erotic moment for a few minutes, thinking at the time it was innocent fun. But we also shared a dinner table the next morning, and I’d gone so far as to buy a rich man and his wife breakfast, because, well…it was the right thing to do. I’d even told Todd that the reason I was doing it was because I figured no one ever did…and that’s what friends would do.



And no one on the sphere called Earth knew the truest definition of friendship, and exemplified all of its meanings, the way Ann did. And this was one of the best examples of that that I could remember. We’d had a brief couple of encounters with Todd and Gracie…albeit memorable ones. Yet Ann and I had both committed to being friends to them. We’d felt that connection, and we’d told them we felt that way. I’d said it because it was polite, and it felt good. Ann said it, because that’s how she felt inside.



I took myself to task for a moment, thinking that I wasn’t the friend I thought I was…comparing myself to the way that Ann thought and acted. And as I thought about it some more, I realized that yes, I needed to step up my game and try to be more like Ann when it came to living what I said.



But I also came to the conclusion that we complimented each other in so many ways…we rubbed off on each other. And it was Ann that rubbed off on me in the first place, which made me look to befriend Todd and Gracie from the very beginning, in some ways before she had. Ann and I had truly become…a couple.



That thought actually made me smile. At the same time, I was puzzled. “How in the world did Ann get in touch with them?” I wondered out loud.



~*~*~*~*~*~



The latest round of interviews had moved from the Vocational Training Center outside of town, back to the temporary office of Armada Manufacturing. I’d made that change on my own, because we were controlling when the people would show up, and it would make the process more comfortable. And, it gave me more support besides just Angela. But it was nice that Jeff, my boss, supported the decision, saying it was a great idea.



I walked into the office early on Friday morning still feeling a little down. I’d gotten a good night’s sleep, but I was still a little depressed because I wouldn’t be seeing Ann later that night. In a way, I’d set myself up for failure, since I knew she was hitting a few snags in the wedding plans. I never dreamed that anything that cropped up would really be serious enough to delay Ann’s trip. So the news that it had kind of devastated me.



At the same time, I knew it was likely hitting Ann hard too. She’d been talking for weeks about how much she needed her cunt stuffed with my hard cock. Still, she’d been teasing me, talking about how many times I’d had to lick Heather or Carol’s pussies, and not being able to fuck them.



In fact, we’d talked briefly on Wednesday night, when she’d called to tell about a few more friends in California that she’d reached. And she happened to call just as I was finishing eating Carol to another orgasm. Carol had slipped up the back stairs of the hotel, Heather letting her in so she wouldn’t be noticed in the lobby. Carol was a little concerned about meeting me at ‘my place’ all the time, not wanting to give the impression that we were having some kind of affair. And that was a valid concern…which was one of the reasons Ann had limited her ‘availability’ to Wednesday’s during the week…and Saturday’s, which were a lot easier to work around.



The fact was that that was the first time Carol had been to my room since the night she and Heather were there together. Whenever we’d get together, it would be somewhere a lot less conspicuous. But Ann wasn’t surprised that Carol was in the room with me. In fact, that got her mind off the events in California…and that was a good thing.



Carol was on her back on the bed…the sex bed. And she was totally naked for me. When the phone rang, I debated whether to answer it or not. But knowing the likelihood that it was Ann, I did. With Carol begging in the background, I had to tell Ann what I was about to do.



“Well don’t let me stop you,” Ann said bluntly.



“Okay…I’ll call you back…”



“No…I’m going to talk you through this. Give the phone to Carol, and do whatever she tells you to do,” Ann said playfully. So, I found myself handing the phone to Carol, before climbing between her spread thighs.



Carol giggled when she spoke to Ann, and said, “Okay…I’ll do it.” Looking down at me, Carol smiled and said, “Ann wants you to lick around the outside of my pussy.”



Being a good listener, I did what Ann was telling me to do through Carol. I licked around the outside of her pussy, making sure I stayed away from her inner labia and her clit. And I did that until Carol gave me my next instruction.



“Middle finger of your right hand, Neil. Ann wants you to fuck me with it slowly while you bite and suck my pussy lips.”



When my finger sank into Carol’s wet snatch, she let out a long, sexy sigh. “God yes, Ann. It feels so fucking good,” Carol said softly into the mouthpiece of the phone.



I pulled at Carol’s labia, biting lightly with my teeth before sucking one or the other into my mouth. Working my finger slowly back and forth inside Carol’s cunt, I twisted my wrist every once in a while, making her moan louder.



“Oh God…add a second finger Neil. And she wants you to lick the bottom of my pussy and dig your tongue inside.”



Ann was doing to Carol what I would have done on my own. Namely, teasing her while working her up slowly. By licking underneath my fingers, Ann was keeping my tongue as far away from Carol’s clit as she could while still tonguing her pussy.



“Oh…fuck. His fingers are so long, Ann. Please…I need to cum,” Carol pleaded into the phone.



But Ann delayed Carol’s orgasm, teasing her mercilessly from 500 miles away. Ann was bringing her close to an orgasm, and them making her suffer by telling me to stop. And the worst part for Carol was that SHE had to be the one to tell me to do it. Whether it was to slow down, or to stop licking, or to take my fingers out of her pussy entirely, it was far more torturous for Carol because she’d hear what Ann wanted first, and she’d have to let me know right away what Ann wanted.



I was licking between Carol’s tight little asshole and her sweet pussy, when Carol excitedly said, “Oh fuck…yes. Neil, Ann said to fuck me with three fingers.”



I stopped licking, and quickly jammed three fingers into Carol, my hand working slowly at first, until Ann instructed me to go faster…something that thrilled Carol even more. Next, Ann had me licking my way up around Carol’s cunt, until I was very close to her clit. Carol’s voice was shaky as she told me where to go with my tongue, and how hard to use it.



Just when I thought Ann was going to delightfully torture Carol for like the fifth time and deny another orgasm, Carol screamed out. “SUCK MY CLIT! SUCK MY CLIT! OH FUCK…SUCK MY CLIT!”



Carol’s orgasm came at me like a rush, soaking my fingers as I plowed them deeper inside. I didn’t taste as much of her cum as I would have liked, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was Carol getting what she needed, and how she got there. Ann had been amazing, reading Carol’s emotions over the phone, knowing exactly how to play with her. And the funniest part of was how Carol reacted when it was over and she’d finally come back down a little bit.



“Thanks, Ann,” she said breathlessly.



I felt like one of those Dads that teaches their kid how to play their chosen sport, working endless hours with them practicing in the back yard, sacrificing over and over to make them a better player. And then, when their big moment arrives and they make the big play on television, they look in the camera and say, ‘Thanks, Mom.”



I let out a little chuckle, not complaining about me doing all the work while Ann got all the glory. We were a team, and it had been an incredible experience for all three of us.



~*~*~*~*~*~



Once Carol left, Ann proceeded to talk about us getting together on Friday night, and just how tight her pussy was going to feel sliding back and forth over my cock.



“I promise, baby. I’m going to give you the fuck of your life Friday night,” Ann said enthusiastically just before she hung up the phone.



That comment was as fresh in my mind as the moment Ann said it when I walked into the office Friday morning. And I groaned to myself knowing it was going to be at least one more day before that would happen. Then I had a quick flash of fear run though my body.



“God…I hope it doesn’t end up being TWO more days.”



That momentary concern was knocked out of my head when I got a look at Angela, sitting behind the receptionist’s desk, holding her hands over her ears. It wasn’t the sight of her doing that that changed my mental subject. It was the yelling coming from Andy Evan’s office. And it was Andy, the VP, doing the yelling.



“What’s going on?” I said to Carol, who was standing behind Angela, trying to disappear against the wall.



“Andy’s upset,” she said, stating the obvious.



“With who?”



“Jeff,” she answered. “It’s still not running right.”



The ‘it’ she referred to was the first production line that had been installed. It was supposed to start running simulated production on Monday…which was why we’d had the launch party the previous Friday. That was like the final piece of the puzzle for the plant. Three of the people that I’d hired the previous week were going to start immediately, and they were to start their training on Monday, which was now just three days away. But without the machine running properly, there’d be nothing to train on.



Jeff came out of Andy’s office a short time later, looking shell shocked. Feeling the need to come to his aid, I followed him into his office and closed the door.



“Jeff, what was that all about?”



“Andy’s upset,” he said, once again giving me the obvious.



“I know that…why?”



“Line one isn’t running yet. It’s been four days, and Conrad still can’t get the infeed system to work right. There’s a problem with the timing.”



“Where’s Ivan…can’t he help?” I asked, thinking he could easily fix the problem.



“He’s at another installation for a company in Tennessee right now. We’re on our own until a week from Monday, which is way too late.”



“What are you going to do?” I asked.



“Get yelled at, apparently.”



“Is Andy always like that?”



“No…he’d under a lot of pressure. We were on schedule until the last couple of weeks, but things are starting to unravel a little…and it’s my department that’s dropping the ball right now.”



“Is it really that bad?”



“No…but Pete’s been turning up the heat, making it look like it is.”



Pete, was Pete Waterford, and he was the Manager of the department just up the production stream from the one that I worked in…the one Jeff managed. Pete was also one of the ones who interviewed me. I interviewed with Jeff right after, and when I was asked to give my honest opinion of Pete, I’d described him as a ‘fucking asshole’. Apparently, I hadn’t been off the mark with that assessment.



Jeff told me that Pete had had some issues in his own department, but instead of resolving them right away, he pointed out the problems we were having, to buy himself time. Now, he had things running a little bit better, although there were some quality issues…but he was taking the heat off himself by piling up practice product for our department to take and finish, in essence, burying us to make us look even worse.



When I asked Jeff to tell me what was going on with the line, and he started describing what Conrad was having issues with. And I knew before he finished the first sentence what the problem was. It was one of those things that Ivan had showed me…but it was also one that was actually IN the operator’s manual, which meant that Conrad was likely taking the same approach Fred had taking, trying to solve the problem with his ‘experience’, instead of learning about the new equipment.



I didn’t want to play my hand so soon, but I also owed it to Jeff to solve the problem if I knew how…and I was pretty sure I did. Trying to decide how I wanted to handle it, I quickly came up with a plan.



“Do we have any operator’s manuals for the line here?” I asked.



“No…they’re at the plant, why?”



“When in doubt, read and learn,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders.



“Conrad said he read them. This is something technical. That’s why we need Ivan…you said it yourself.”



“I said that because I figured that was the FASTEST way to solve the problem. It doesn’t make it the RIGHT way.”



“Well, like I said, it’s technical. Conrad said…”



“Do you believe him?”



“Why shouldn’t I believe him,” Jeff asked.



“The same reason you shouldn’t believe Fred.” I looked at my watch and said, “My first interview is in 45 minutes. I should be back by then, but if I’m not, can you do it for me…it’s an easy one, and Angela can get you up to speed.”



“Why…where are you going?”



“To solve our problem,” I said with a smile.



~*~*~*~*~*~



The drive out to the plant was pretty quick. After being in town for three weeks, I was starting to feel more and more comfortable navigating my way around. Driving in West Virginia was a far cry from getting from place to place in Indiana, where the entire state is pretty much laid out as a grid. With the terrain of northern Indiana being more flat, they had roads going east-west, and north-south, in one mile increments. It was nearly impossible to get lost.



In West Virginia, I had to rely more on my sense of direction. I’d been blessed with the ability to pretty much know which way I was going, because I always knew which way North was. It wasn’t like I’d gotten that from scouting, or any kind of training. It actually came from my love of maps as a kid. With my father traveling so much when I was younger, I used to get out an atlas and try and figure out where he was all the time. And that habit grew into an appreciation for landmarks and signs as we’d travel as a family. Over time, it just became habit to always know which way I was heading.



It was a little harder with the winding roads I would now call home…but in fifteen minutes, I’d taken back roads and short cuts to arrive at the plant. Grabbing my hard hat from the back of my car, I took off my jacket and loosened my tie.



“I’ll be glad when I won’t have to wear these anymore,” I grumbled about the suit I was wearing. Andy had wanted me to look professional during the interview process, to put the company’s best image out there and give a great first impression to those I was interviewing. I thought it was overkill. After all, some of those same people would be working for me, and I wouldn’t be wearing suits in the plant. It would be Dockers and Golf shirts, most likely.



Slipping the tie over my head, I threw it into the seat and marched into the plant. I contemplated going and getting the operator’s manuals out of the engineering office, but I didn’t have time. I had my own job to do. Besides, I’d rehearsed how things were going to play out on my way over to the plant. Since I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to have to use any of the tricks to increase production that Ivan had showed me, I figured I’d walk in cold, and make a point. Andy wasn’t going to be there. Neither was Jeff. It was just going to be me, and Conrad.



Well, I thought that. When I walked down the long hallway towards the plant, I saw Conrad sitting in the lunch room with Fred, Pete, and two of Pete’s supervisors. They were having a morning coffee, laughing and joking around. I walked past the room and onto the production floor, heading straight out to the machine.



Looking at the set up through a little window, I knew instantly that I’d been correct. The position of the product inside the machine was wrong, meaning the calipers had never been set correctly. Lifting up the hooded guard over the main drive, I unlocked the brake and took hold of the two main drive belts, moving them backward to get the product out of the way. Then, I zeroed out the calipers. Once I did that, I move the product back into position and started setting the tolerances, and properly positioning the calipers. Locking the brake back into position, I closed the hood.



As I did, I noticed Conrad and the group he’d been joking around with standing on the other side of the machine.



“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Thomas,” Conrad snapped.



“Excuse me?” I said, smiling at him, which only infuriated him more.



“What are you doing here…who told you that you could come down here and touch my machine?”



“Your machine? I’m pretty sure this is Armada’s machine, Conrad. And in case you didn’t know it, I’m going to be a Supervisor on this line too. So you better get used to me ‘touching’ it.”



“YOU! HA…you don’t know the first thing about running this! It takes years of experience…”



“I bet you my first paycheck against yours that I can make this thing run right now,” I said confidently.



Conrad practically jumped up and down like a little kid and said, “That’s a bet! You guys heard him…next Friday, you can all watch him hand it over to me.”



Pete laughed and said, “I think you bit off more than you can chew, Neil. Conrad’s been trying to get this thing to run all week. That’s why he was sitting in the lunch room…we need the technician to come back in.”



“Really? That’s funny…I heard Fred tell Jeff the same thing about the S732 over there. And I’ll be damned if he wasn’t wrong, Pete. Isn’t that right, Fred?”



Fred stood there silently, not wanting to admit I’d been right. Pete just grinned and said, “Well, that may be. But you’re going to be paying Conrad on this one…I’ve watched him struggle all week with this, and…”



I hit the start button on the machine, watching it start humming along. Turning the speed knob, I increased the pace of the line; the product moving along in a blur as it kicked in. The group stood there with their mouths open, as I let it run for several minutes before hitting the stop button.



“And…it looks like the person you’ll be watching hand over his check is going to be Conrad,” I said with a confident stare.



“You rigged it!” Conrad said. “You had to rig it!”



“No…I set it up, just like the manual says to set it up.”



“What manual!”



“The Operator’s Manual, dumbass…the one in Engineering,” I said, even though I hadn’t gone in there. But they wouldn’t have known that, since they were all busy fucking off.



“Well, fuck you, Conrad…looks like you’re paying Neil,” Pete said, slapping him on the back.



“Oh no I’m not…I was tricked!”



“Yeah…this was all magic,” I said sarcastically. “For the record, I don’t want your money, Conrad. But I do want you to knock off the arrogant attitude. You too, Fred.”



Conrad went volcano, and started spewing. “I suppose you think you’re important because you came down here and tried to make me look like an ass.”



“You’ve done a fine job of that on your own,” said the voice with the strong southern drawl behind them. It was Andy Evans, and he was pulling up his belt, a sure sign he was still angry.



“Hey Mr. Evans,” I said with a little wave.



“Good Morning, Neil. Thanks for solving our problem…again.”



Andy diffused the situation a little, by giving a little speech about teamwork, and how he was ashamed that we didn’t build on the camaraderie that we’d started at the launch party. He said a few things to Pete about leadership, and then he took Fred and Conrad off to the side, scolding them a little first, before building them up with a quiet little pep talk. It was like watching my Dad…first letting them know how disappointed he was in them, and then showing them a little love to try and motivate.



After that…Andy had me walk with him.



“Neil, I’m sorry you heard me yelling this morning. That’s really not like me. I got too caught up in the moment.”



“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’s been a stressful week. Besides, you don’t have to apologize to me.”



“Yes…you’re right. It looks like I owe Jeff an apology too. I was on him, thinking that all the supervisors he’d hired were turning out to be buffoons. But I was lumping you into that group, and I shouldn’t have. Jeff was right about you…and in fact, he’d warned me about those two. They’re more my fault than his.”



“Don’t forget about Thelma,” I said.



“What about her?”



“She part of us too, Mr. Evans. And she’s not like them…she’s good. Damn good. I’m going to learn a lot from her.”



He slapped me on the shoulder, a big grin on his face. “You know, you’re right, Neil. Thelma IS very good. I tend to overlook that sometimes, and I shouldn’t. And just so you know, you can call me Andy.”



~*~*~*~*~*~



The look of relief on Jeff’s face when I’d told him what happened made my heart skip. I’d never seen anyone go from despair to elation so rapidly. I was a little worried the change in his blood pressure might make him pass out.



“Did Andy really say that to Conrad…and Pete?” he asked.



“Yep,” I answered.



“AND he said he was going to apologize?”



“Uh huh,” I smiled.



“And the line is up and going?”



“Well, it was when running perfectly when I left,” I said. Changing up the subject, I asked, “So…how did the interview go?”



“I thought you said this would be easy!” Jeff laughed. “You’ve got three pages of notes on every applicant.”



“Yeah…but the follow up questions are all written out for you.”



“Yeah…individually, like they’re tailored for each person.”



“That’s because they are.”



“Why?” Jeff asked, looking at the big pile I’d put together.



“Because…each person is an individual,” I shrugged.



“That had to take a lot of time, Neil.”



“So…we’re going to be living with these people as our employees for a long time. At least, I hope we will, which is why I’m taking the time now. I figured it was better to invest an hour in prepping to hire the right person than live with a mistake for years.”



“You know, Andy was right…we did hire the right guy when we hired you,” Jeff said as he stood up and shook my hand.



~*~*~*~*~*~



It made me feel good to know that both Andy and Jeff were happy with my performance so far. I’d gotten more positive feedback from them in three weeks than I’d gotten from my old boss in the last three years. I was off to a good start, but I knew I still had a lot to prove…and most of that was to myself. But I was feeling more confident, and I had more than held my own so far against my peers. I’d thought that was going to be the biggest challenge going into the job.



At the moment, though, the challenge I was struggling with the most was time. I couldn’t wait for the day to be over. I was tired, and drained from the hours I’d been working. And the pressure of making sure each hire I made was the right one weighed on me. Not just from the perspective of the plant…but also the people I was interviewing.



For each person that stepped through the door, it was a life changing moment. It was like I held the hope of their future in my hand, and that was a bit of a daunting task as I looked each person in the eye. Thankfully, I wasn’t hiring them on the spot. I was telling them we’d get back with them…and the phone calls were being made by Carol and Angela. But that didn’t make it any less stressful.



Yet as much as I wanted the day over, I also dreaded it. I was facing a Friday night without Ann, and maybe longer. I almost didn’t want to go back to the hotel, for fear that there’d be another message telling me she’d be delayed longer.



When I finished the last interview, it was an hour later than was scheduled because Jeff had taken longer on the first one of the day. That had pushed back every interview after that. I gathered things up, and dragged my body through the door as I took out the paperwork to Carol.



Handing her a file folder of applications, I said, “Here’s the new hires. That’s the last five for the first wave…the offer sheets are on top, all filled out.”



“Thanks, Neil. I’ll call them tomorrow,” she said.



“Here’s the ones to hold for the next phase…file them away with the others. I actually think we have enough that we won’t have to go through this again for a while. Let them know they’re on the list, and we’ll contact them early next year when we’re ready.”



“Okay…and those are the rejects?” she asked of the third folder in my hand.



“They’re not rejects, Carol. They’re people. They just don’t have the skills that we need right now.”



“I’m sorry Neil. You’re right…this had been hard for you, hasn’t it?”



“When people tell you their life stories, and how this job can change their circumstances? Yeah, it’s hard to hear that, and not want to be the one to help them make their life better. Or their kids lives better. But…I can’t help everyone.”



“And that’s what makes you so good at this. Because you care.”

The night of our grand outing to the fine arts Movie Theater one of the college girls had asked Carol for our phone number while they were in the restroom together. They had traded phone numbers and agreed to get together sometime soon. It still was a surprise when Linda called the following Thursday and asked if we could meet with her and a boy friend at her parents house Friday night. Her parents were on a cruise and we would have the place to ourselves.



We said that we would have to arrange to have Carol’s folks keep the girls overnight, but we didn’t think that there would be a problem. We got directions to the house and said that we would be there at 6:00 p.m.



We rang the doorbell at about 5:50. Linda opened the door, invited us in, kissed us both good evening and shut the door behind us. I recognized Linda. She was the girl who had dragged her boyfriend into my row at the theater and had watched Carol over my shoulder. I wondered just how she and Carol had compared pussies in the restroom that night.



She said that she thought that it was a good evening for a swim, so she had set up snacks and drinks out by the pool. A male friend and her boyfriend, Don, would be by later.



Linda gave Carol a glass of wine and I took a beer. Then she took off her robe. There was nothing underneath but Linda. She had nice breasts and her nipples were beginning to harden in anticipation. Her pussy, like Carol’s was smooth shaven. She stood and watched as Carol and I removed our clothes. She seemed to enjoy watching both of us strip. I noticed that her nipples had continued to harden and her areolas were puckered.



We all three dove into the pool and for about the next 45 minutes. We swam, splashed, and playfully got to know each other’s bodies. We dove between each other’s legs stopping to plant an under water kiss, lick or suck on the others genitals. We felt, we hugged, and we kissed. At one point during a long and passionate kiss, Linda drew up both legs around my waist and I entered her. If you have ever tried to screw under water, you know that you really have to be desperate. The water washes off all lubrication on the outstroke. Each inward thrust is devoid of lubrication. The whole



Process is not as exciting and pleasant as you could wish. So we stopped with me buried to the hilt in her and with her legs still around my waist.



“Are you on the pill?” I asked her.



“Yes. What about Carol?”



“She had her tubes tied after our last child.” I informed her.



“Good! Then we can all enjoy ourselves with no accidents then.” she responded.



Carol, who had been standing beside us, gave Linda a long kiss as she cupped and gently squeezed her breasts. Carol slid one hand down Linda’s body and it wasn’t long before I felt her hand exploring both our bodies at the point where I entered Linda. Then she broke the kiss and stepped back from us, walked to the ladder and got out of the pool. Linda relaxed the grip she had on my waist with her legs. I took the hint, pulled out of her and we both got out of the pool to join Carol.



We all toweled off retrieved our drinks and moved to a grouping of chaise lounges. Linda chose the middle lounge. Carol and I each took a lounge on either side of her, reversed them so that we were facing her and pushed them forward so that our knees were virtually in a line. Both women sat with their legs slightly bent, knees and ankles demurely together and pointing to one side. As we talked, Carol finished her wine raised her knees and put her left foot on the deck. She leaned to the side and put her glass on the deck beside her. When she straightened up she left her foot on the



bent and her knees upright. As we continued talking Linda seemed to have trouble keeping her eyes off of Carol’s breasts and she was particularly fascinated with the backs of Carol’s thighs. Slowly, during our conversation, Carol allowed her knees to part. The action was having an effect on me and Linda was torn between watching my cock rise by jerks to full attention and Carol’s now fully exposed pussy.



Linda rose and suggested that we go inside where we could be more comfortable. She picked up the snack tray and the wine bottle. Carol and I rose and followed her inside. On the way by the table I picked up a stack of glasses.



Once inside Linda led the way to a spacious sunken den. She had spread a sheet on the floor and covered the couch with another. We set the snacks, wine and glasses on the coffee table. Carol sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the coffee table. Linda and I followed suit.



I was tired of waiting the two boyfriends, so I decided to start up the evening’s activities. I leaned over, kissed Carol and started caressing her breasts. She grasped my wrist and pushed my hand down to her pussy. Linda reached over and started massaging and stroking my cock. We all laid back on the sheet as I kept both hands busy exploring the pussies on each side of me. Both clits were about the same size. Carol’s vagina was a little more lax, but Linda was lubricating copiously. That has always been a big turn on for me.



I rolled to the other side of Linda and nudged the two of them closer together. My right hand went back to Carol’s pussy as I kissed, licked and sucked at Linda’s breasts. As I kissed and licked my way down Linda’s body my right hand was still busy with Carol. Once I got to Linda’s vagina, I needed both hands, so I had to leave Carol unattended. I started by licking Linda’s vaginal opening and spearing my tongue inside. Then I flicked the tip of my tongue up either side of her clit. She started moaning softly, reached out and grasped Carol’s hand. As I was busy, it left both of them with nothing to do. Carol raised up on one elbow, Kissed Linda and started tweaking her nipples. My tongue was busy flicking rapidly up and down either side of Linda’s clit. Linda’s hips started making little involuntary rises up off of the floor.



Carol sat up and moved back toward the coffee table near our feet. She poured a glass of wine and sipped it as she watched from her vantage point.



I stiffened my tongue and started a side to side motion across the top of Linda’s clit. I stopped occasionally to suck it into my mouth and roll it between my lips. Linda’s hips were jerking continually now, but she did not seem to be able to reach the crest and orgasm.



I slowly inserted my index finger into her pussy as I ate her. She was hot from blood engorgement and sopping wet. Once my finger was in as far as it could go; I rotated my palm upward and curled my finger so that my fingertip pressed hard on the top of her vagina. Then I started rapid back and forth movement with my finger tips at the same time as I pulled my finger out toward her pelvic bone. When Linda’s hip jerked violently upward, I knew that I had found her G-spot. I increased the upward pressure on my fingertip and started an erratic massage with it. Sometimes in circles other times side to side combined with a back and forth stroking. Linda was going wild and when I felt her vagina convulsing, I sucked hard on her clit as I abused it with my tongue.



Linda’s orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. The muscles on the bottom of my jaw that control my tongue were aching and my finger was beginning to cramp before Linda reached down and grabbed my wrist, signaling me to stop.



I sat up and move back a little. Linda was lying on her back with her eyes closed. She was breathing heavily, her feet were drawn up near her buttocks and as I watched, she relaxed her legs and her knees spread even further opening her even more to Carol’s and my view. Her vulva glistened with lubrication. Her labia were



Parted giving a clear view of the opening to her pussy.



I had been so intent on her orgasm that my erection had subsided. I started stroking my cock but Carol pushed my hand away, bent over and had soon sucked me back to full hard. As I moved forward on knees and forearms over Linda, Carol guided my penis into Linda. Linda felt hot, wet and wonderful. As I said before, the biggest turn on for me is sloppy seconds in a well-fucked pussy. The hotter and wetter the better. As I slowly sank my cock to the balls in Linda, she tilted her hips up to meet me and gain maximum penetration. On the backstroke I could feel Carol’s fingers still there massaging Linda in small circles around the entrance to her vagina. After a while I felt one of Carol’s fingers enter Linda beside me and penetrate deeper with each of my strokes. I found it to be distracting, but Linda seemed to be enjoying it.



Soon I felt a second finger ease it’s way in beside the first. Things were definitely getting tight down there.



My cock was forced up against Linda’s pelvic bone, but she was so well lubricated there was no problem in continuing to fuck. Linda’s hips were thrusting continually now.



Unbelievably I felt Carol insert a third finger in on the bottom side of my penis. I stopped stroking and remained still,



buried balls deep. Carol started stroking the under side of my cock much like I had stroked Linda’s G-spot. The difference was that each time she curled her fingers; she further expanded the inside of Linda’s now fully packed pussy.



Carol slid her other hand between Linda and I and started massaging Linda’s clit.



Linda was gyrating wildly now fucking herself on my cock and Carol’s fingers.



The whole thing was so wild and felt so different, that when I felt Linda’s cunt start to convulse and her body went ridged, it triggered my own orgasm. God was it powerful. My back arched and I shoved as hard as I could into Linda, trying to bury my balls inside her clasping cunt along with my spurting prick and Carol’s wriggling fingers.



Linda must have had multiple orgasms or the longest one on record (she later said that it was only one, but it went on forever).



I was through and maintaining an erection inside of her was beginning to be uncomfortable when her



hips finally collapsed to the floor.



Carol and I both sat up and moved back a bit. We took some napkins from the snack tray. I cleaned my now softening prick, Carol wiped her fingers and Linda needed a second napkin to wipe her thighs, abdomen, and vulva. Linda sat up and we all grabbed our drinks.



“Your friends missed the preliminaries.” I said munching on one of the finger sandwiches she had set out.



“Miller really isn’t my boyfriend, Don is” Linda responded. “Miller hangs out with our group. I feel kind of sorry for him so I invited him to come over tonight.”



“Sympathy fuck, huh?” I asked.



“Well kind of.” Linda answered. “You see Miller is not his real name. It’s his nickname. He’s hung like a beer can. Not real long, but really thick. All the girls are afraid that he’ll hurt them so he doesn’t get a lot.



After watching Carol in the movie the other night, I thought that this might be his chance to get to use that dick of his.” Linda explained, watching Carol intently.



“I asked him to come later than you to give us all a chance to warm up before trying to take his monster.”



“You have never fucked him before?’ I asked.



“Never had the nerve to try before. But I might tonight after I see how Carol handles him. Don won’t mind. He has talked about Carol all week after seeing her in action at the movies. I know that he will want to screw her. He knows that tonight is to be a group scene and is looking forward to it.”



“I see,” Carol quipped “a challenge fuck not a sympathy fuck.”



We had poured second drinks (I switched to wine). My habit of having to urinate after sex manifested itself. I got directions from Linda and headed to the bathroom.



As usual, peeing after sex was not an easy task. The urge is there, it just takes a while foe the muscle that closes off the bladder to relax. Finally finishing, I padded through the kitchen and decided that I really wanted another beer rather than wine. I detoured out the patio doors to the deck. I went to the cooler and fished out another Bud longneck. I spent some time looking for the opener before I figured out that it was a twist off. As that first satisfying



swallow eased my parched throat, I realized that my tongue muscles were really going to be sore tomorrow. I wondered if I should be doing tongue exercises as I walked back through the patio doors.



I realized that I had been gone quite a while. There were no sounds coming from the den. I thought that maybe Carol and Linda had gone to another part of the house. I stuck my head into the den, just to be sure.



The girls had not gone anywhere. They were lying on their sides on the sheet, facing each other and locked in a lingering kiss.



I walked to the sofa sat down, drank my beer and watched the girls.



As I watched, I was struck by the similarities. Both were about the same height. Both had full breasts with gumdrop sized nipples (all four of which were swollen and erect) and prominent half-dollar sized areolas.



Then I decided that only their height and breasts were similar.



Carol was a blonde. Linda was dark haired. Carol’s hips were wider and her pubic mound was fleshier and more prominent. Carol’s legs were better shaped to my taste and Linda had that gap between her upper thighs that men call “pleasure bent”.



As I was musing about their bodies, Linda’s hand left its position behind Carol’s neck, traveled down her neck over her shoulder to cup her breast. Then her finger tips started caressing the under the crease where Carol’s breast meets her ribcage. Then moved back up to roll Carol’s nipple between her fingers.



They had their heads on the other’s arm so each could only use one hand. Carol started caressing Linda’s breast in imitation of Linda’s actions. Linda moved her hand slowly over Carol’s stomach and abdomen to the top of her pubic mound.



Carol rolled to her back and spread her legs to give Linda free access to her, (so far that night) unused pussy. Linda needed no further invitation. She stroked the length of Carol’s pussy several times then penetrated her with a finger, bringing Carol’s own lubrication back up to grease her clit. Then she reinserted her finger and started finger-fucking Carol while she massaged her clit with her thumb.



Carol pulled her arm from under Linda’s head and began to stroke the inside of Linda’s thigh as she whispered “more” and Linda complied by adding another finger.



Linda pulled her arm from under Carol’s head and kissed and licked her way down Carol’s body. She used her free hand to spread Carol’s labia wide and watched intently as she rotated and scissored her fingers in Carol’s pussy. Then she started thrusting again and gradually added a third finger. She rotated and screwed them into Carol’s pussy as far she could.



Carol moaned softly, closed her eyes and started tweaking and pinching her own nipples.



Linda leaned close, removed one of her fingers only to replace it with two from her other hand. She finger fucked Carol double handed until I could hear the sounds made by Carol’s lubrication.



Satisfied that Carol was sufficiently lubricated. Linda started levering her fingers out of Carol then back in to begin again. She would insert her fingers into Carol’s pussy as far as they would go. Then she pulled her fingers apart as she pulled them out.



Gradually Carol’s muscles relaxed and Linda pulled her pussy open wider and wider.



“More?” Linda asked.



Carol responded with a nod.



Linda shaped four fingers of her right hand into a cone and started hand fucking Carol’s cunt with a vengeance.



Gradually her fingers went deeper and deeper until each thrust was stopped by her extended thumb slamming violently against Carol’s clit.



Carol was twisting on the floor and thrusting her hips up to force Linda’s fingers deeper and her moaning and whimpering showed that she was getting close to her orgasm.



Linda added her thumb to the cone of fingers and increased the pressure. She alternated between very rapid in and out thrusts and slower screwing thrusts with more pressure. Linda worked until Carol’s pussy was stretched around her knuckles on each thrust.



It seemed as though that Carol’s pussy would stretch no further and would not be able to accommodate Linda’s entire hand. That frustrated all of us. From the force of her upward thrust of her hips, Carol was frustrated more than any of us.



Carol’s whimpers turned into one low continual moan. It was obvious that she had been right on the edge of her orgasm for quite a while.



Linda stopped her rapid hand fucking and started forcefully rotating her hand into Carol’s overstretched cunt. When her hand met resistance at her knuckles, Linda bent over and sucked Carol’s clitoris into her mouth.



Linda’s head now blocked my view. All I could see was her hand on the backstroke and her cheeks and mouth vibrating as she worked over Carol’s clit.



Carol’s body arched and started trembling. Her moaning changed to a series of grunts. She was having one hell of an orgasm.



Then she collapsed back to the floor falling away from Linda’s mouth and hand.



As Linda pulled back I saw that the back of her hand was slick and shiny all the way to the wrist.



After such a prolonged and sever stretching, Carol’s pussy gaped open and I could see inside. Out of curiosity I got off the sofa,



went to Carol and placed the bottom of my beer bottle up to the opening of her pussy. I tilted the neck downward and wedged the bottom part of the base into her pussy. Linda and I both watched in amazement as with a little wiggling the bottle slid in. Slowly I pushed more of the bottle in. When it was in about a third of the way up the label Carol reached down to stop its progress.



“Too big?” I asked



“No, actually it feels kind of good. The blunt end hurts going in.”



Carol raised her upper body and braced with her arms behind her and looked down to see the beer bottle with a third of its length still embedded in her cunt.



“Looks like you are ready for Miller.” I said.

“Take your time in the tub,” my Master had ordered, when he called to inform me about the cocktail party.



He had the entire house custom built to suit his, now our, pleasures. Luxuriating in a deep whirlpool jet tub, big enough to seat at least four, maybe six if they wanted to get cozy, was just the beginning of the special treats, but definitely one of my favourites. Master knew that, and this command was clearly a gift to me. Like a good slave, I knew I would repay Master in time; in his time, more precisely.



I loved the tub so much that I was tempted to finger myself, but I knew that if I so much as caressed my erect nipples, my clit would ache so badly that I would orgasm. Master had not specified anything about that. I knew Master, and if he wanted me to release my sexual excitement, he would have said so. If I jilled myself off, and later claimed that I thought “take your time” was code, I might earn a solid slap across my face. As much as I loved Master’s discipline, I did not want to incur true wrath.



Master had bought me a new little black dress for the cocktail party, and I took my time dressing. Just one look at the dress told me that if I tried to wear it with a bra, or even panties, the lines would show. Master knew my body so well, he had picked a dress which would fit just like a glove, with room to caress my abundant flesh, but no more. Cut low in back and front, a bra would be jarringly obvious and destroy the effect. Panties would be just as superfluous. It still took time to wriggle my hips and tits into the fabric, and to smooth the dress into place. When I examined myself in the mirror, I was pleased, and knew that Master would be even more so. The black silk flowed over my skin like I was wearing just a layer of paint, moulded to my curves. I am not a skinny girl – I have boobs, and hips, but exercise keeps my ass like a shelf. The dress adjusted nicely to the demands of my curves, but there was barely enough to cover my booty, let along my thighs.



What really took the time though was my hair and makeup. Since the dress looked flawless, the rest of me needed to as well. I like to believe Master when he says I’m a natural beauty, but I realized that this party required me to assist nature – the trick, as always, was doing just the right amount to enhance my looks, without overdoing it.



It then took me all the time I had available to select my shoes. I tried on the three-inch black heels, a classic match, but, I concluded, lacking in enough drama. The red cage stilettos went too much the opposite direction. The second I slid my toes into the six-inch pumps, I knew that I was ready for the cocktail party.



Master had sent a car and driver to collect me and deliver me to the party – he worked downtown, and could shower and change at his office. He had told me that he had booked the car so that he would arrive just before me, sparing me any uncertainty about being alone.



The car ride was brief, and uneventful. The air conditioning was on high, making my nipples tingle. I opened my knees slightly, allowing the cool air to bathe my clit, taking the edge off. Master books his drivers from the best livery service – not so much as a glance in the rear view mirror. I gripped my handbag tightly in both hands, to resist touching myself. Even the best driver might react if I started wriggling in the back seat.



I had never been to the house where the cocktail party was being held, so I took extra care navigating the flagstone walkway, and was pleased that my host was waiting at the door. The foyer was mirrored, and brightly lit. I realized that in the light, my large, dark nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the little black dress – I might as well be topless. The hardness of my nipples from the walk through the nippy evening air just accentuated the effect. I knew though, that Master would have anticipated this when he picked the dress, so I tossed my hair and threw my shoulders back with pride.



Glancing to the side as I walked, I also realized that the cut of the dress left most of the top half of my mounds exposed. Every step that I took made my jugs jiggle. I was not even inside the main room, and men were already ogling my cleavage. I knew that Master was using this display to make the others jealous of the woman he owned. I grinned triumphantly, proud to serve.



My smile widened even further when I saw my Master, halfway across the room, at the centre of a small conversation, looking cool and in control as always – the man all these other men wished they could be.



As I approached, our eyes met, then locked. Our relationship is that tight. I sensed rather than heard the string quartet playing the waltz as Master excused himself and stepped toward me, his arms ready not to embrace me, but to dance.



We immediately moved in time with the music, our hands clasped at shoulder height, and Master softly stroking the small of my back while I rested my arm around his waist. Only then did I appreciate how low the back of the little black dress dipped.



He led me skillfully out of the main room onto the open balcony. Then he leaned over and kissed my cheek just in front of my ear, trailing kisses down to my shoulder and upward again, finally nibbling on my earlobe. By this stage, our bodies were pressed tightly together, his hand holding my loins against his. I could barely breath. His hand slid up my back from my waist, the heat warming my flesh where the fabric ended. When his hand reached my shoulder blade, Master slid it across, caressing the side of my breast. I could not help myself, I had to sigh, express my passion. His fingers closed over my nipple, squeezing it hard as his teeth clamped down on my earlobe with greater force than earlier. That was all it took, after the long buildup, for me to have a tiny orgasm, my knees and clit trembling in the night air, lost in the music, safe in Master’s arms.



A moment later, I felt the wall behind me as Master forced me against it. His groin pressed against mine. He had already been semi-erect at the beginning of the dance. Now he was as hard as a rock. His left hand slid down my flesh, slowly caressing me, as if we had all night, ignoring the existence of the cocktail party five feet away on the other side of the wall. He slowed as he traversed the gentle curve of my belly, that little pillow he liked to rest his head on. It seemed like forever, though I doubt that it was actually more than a minute before his fingertips found the hem of the little black dress and tugged it up over my thighs. As my dress rose, exposing my loins not only to the night air, but to anybody else who happened to be on the balcony, I leaned back against the wall, barely able to breathe. Then the tip of a single finger caressed my slit, easing its way inexorably upward to tease my clit.



“I love how wet you are,” he breathed into my ear, the first words he had spoken to me at the cocktail party. “And I’m pleased that you knew not to wear panties.”



His fingers never stopped working. He knew just how much pressure to apply so that I could just feel his fingers. I froze against the wall, unable to move even though I’m convinced that every molecule of my being was vibrating with excitement. He ran his fingers down along my labia, caressing me roughly. His long middle finger curled up and back, spreading my cheeks so that my anus gaped open in anticipation. I gasped with joy as he thrust up into my ass. I almost exploded into another climax, but held back, knowing that I should allow him to continue.



I was not disappointed. He spread his hand, fingers stretching my cunt wide, his thumb finding my clit, strumming it to the beat of the unseen quartet. He applied more pressure to my clit while thrusting his fingers deep inside my cunt. In slow circles, he rotated his thumb over my clit as he finger fucked me.



With his other hand, he found my heaving bosom, popping it free from the dress, tweaking the nipple with his fingers, and then lowering his teeth to it.



My hips started, once again, moving all on their own. I no longer knew nor cared whether every guest at the cocktail party had rushed out to check out the noise on the balcony. If they had formed a ring of admirers around me, I would not have been aware, nor cared. All I wanted was those three fingers to keep thrusting ever deeper into my womb. Each stroke built my anticipation, the waves of pleasure begging for release. I prayed for my orgasm to come quickly, yet never wanted this sex to stop.



My shoulders pinned against the brick, my back arched out as I groaned, unable to hold back my climax, flooding his fist with my juices.



Master held me like that, his hardness still encased in his pants, but pressed tight to my thigh, as I caught my breath. The music had started again, a loud number, as he stepped back. Master had given me an incredible gift, and I knew that it was my turn to return the pleasure. I dropped to my knees on the balcony, swiftly lowering his zipper. His hardness was so ready that it flopped right out as soon as the tension was relaxed.



I opened my mouth, relaxed my jaw and swallowed half of his cock in one motion, closing my lips around his shaft, my tongue and cheeks bathing his flesh hungrily. I had to hold his ass with both hands to make sure that I did not knock him over as I enthusiastically took his fullness deep into my throat.



Teasing the head gently, when I felt the familiar shiver run up his spine I began to lave the squishy head with my tongue, wetting it with my spit as I stroked it . Master groaned and I looked up at him, winking as my tongue teased his pee slit, tasting the precum leaking freely.



“Oh, you’re so good at this,” Master sighed, his fingers toying with my hair.



I flicked my tongue once more around his hole, and then closed my lips around his hardness, sucking the head into my mouth. Master rewarded me by spurting another taste of pre-cum into my mouth.



As always, I savoured this experience, never tiring of the glorious feeling of having Master’s cock inside my mouth. Reaching inside his trousers, I found his balls and began to knead them. Time had vanished, I was locked into the narrow world of this blow-job, no longer hearing the quartet, no longer aware of my surroundings, no longer worried about the cocktail party, about who might be watching me. Thinking back on it, if I had known I had an audience, I would just have been pleased that I did my Master proud, displaying my talents to his cronies and their women, no doubt leaving them even more jealous of his superiority.



I could feel the wetness inside my mouth building as I began to slowly bob my head back and forth on his cock. I kept my tongue busy, rolling it around his flesh as I took more and more of his length inside my mouth. He watched me as I sucked him.



My fingers massaged his balls as I continued to suck him, now going from head to base, moving very slowly but very much on a mission. Then I slid a finger inside his boxers, reaching under his balls to his crack and rubbed his ass hole. His sphincter opened and I stimulated his prostate, just as he had trained me to do. He exploded and pumped his cum into my mouth. It was such a huge load that I almost passed out.



Pulling me to my feet, Master kissed me.Our tongues explored each other’s mouths. We held each other closely, once again swaying, dancing to the music.



When we finally broke the kiss, Master grinned at me and said, “Thank you for making this a true cock tail party. Now let’s go home and fuck. I need to fill your cunt and ass with my cum.”



Magically, our driver was waiting at the gate. Master must have said our goodbyes, because I was swept away like a princess, though I barely had entered the party, not even having had a cocktail.



Yet, it was my favourite cocktail party ever.

Kathy slowly walked up the four steps of the bus as the doors closed behind her. The bus load of convicts who had kidnapped her from the Rest Stop where she had stopped to change a flat tire were more than ready for her to get back to work servicing them. She had already been used by four of them, now she had twenty-six more to go, at least once. Gil, the leader of the group, was impatiently calling to Shawn as he reached the top step;



“What the fuck took so long, Shawn? You two were out there at least ten minutes. What’d you do, have her suck your big black dick?”



“Fuck you, man.” Shawn replied “The bitch needed to piss and then needed a tissue to wipe her twat with. You know how women are.”



“Wipe her twat! Jesus, she’s gonna get fucked by all of us and she’s worried about her pussy being wet. Fucking cunts are stupid.” Gil said back to LaShawn.



“Come here, bitch. It’s time for you to get back to work.” Gil snapped at Kathy, who had slid in behind the big black man who had escorted her outside so she could pee.



She tried not to look at all of the naked, leering men who had their hands all over her plump body as she moved to where Gil stood, but could not help but see that they were now ALL naked and everyone of them had a hard cock that they wanted to stick in her.



“I can’t believe this is happening to me,” Kathy said to herself, as she felt the sting of a big hand on her bare ass. The sting brought tears to her eyes again as she fought to keep her composure in the face of her tormentors’ laughter and obscene taunting.



“Damn! Did you see that ass shake when Marvin slapped it?” One con yelled to the crowd.



“Fuck, I want to make that thing bounce and shake myself. I am gonna make that bitch scream and beg for mercy when I tag that ass of hers.” Another called out.



“Titties, I love titties,” Another man said as she walked past him. “She’s got great big, sagging titties and I am going to smash them together and fuck the shit out of them. I am going to dump ten years worth of cum on that bitches’ face and tits.”



By the time Kat reached Gil, the herd of men was lining up to fuck her. Some of them hadn’t had a woman in so long they were already leaking pre-cum. Others were trying not to stroke themselves for fear of wasting their sperm. Gil, who had already cum in her mouth, had recovered and was trying to figure out how he could fuck her before the others did without starting a fight, as he looked at her plump, naked body with her sagging C-cup breasts and 42 inch, nicely padded hips, he visualized her on her back, her legs over his shoulders, and him pounding her pussy as hard as he could, but he just couldn’t figure out how to jump the line.



At fifty-five, Kathy’s face was still very pretty, with greenish eyes framed by light red hair. She had always been heavy, but had gotten down to about 150 and, since she was 5’8″ tall it didn’t look bad. Her natural breasts hung on her chest and bounced and swayed sexily when she walked and some men found her stomach bulge to be very arousing. Her husband found everything about her to be arousing, and he loved fucking her at every conceivable opportunity. Now, completely nude with her body jiggling and bouncing as she moved, she was a very pleasing sight, especially to a bunch of convicts with hard-ons who hadn’t fucked a female in years.



While she was outside relieving herself, the cons had bent the back of a bus seat down so that there was now an area about the size of a large twin bed. One of the cons was already on his back waiting for her when she got there and she saw that his dick was bigger that Gil’s but smaller than Back Door’s.



“Crawl up her and slide your pussy down over my cock, honey.” The con said to Kathy.



“Please, don’t make me do this anymore,” She said softly, “Just kill me and leave me here in the field.”



Grabbing her right arm just below her armpit, Gil snarled at her to;



“Get up on that seat and slide your pussy down his cock or I am going to beat you like I owned your fat ass.”



“No!” She heard herself say and Gil exploded.



“YOU FUCKING CUNT! THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU TELL ME NO!” He screamed as he doubled up his fist and punched her twice in the face.



Kathy crumpled into a heap as Gil tossed her, face down, onto the makeshift bed. He reached down where his guard’s uniform lay and yanked the belt out of the pants and brought it down across her ass and lower back. The pain shooting through her lower body caused her to regain consciousness and scream in pain. Before anyone could move to stop him, Gil had whipped her five times, drawing blood on her ass with the fifth stroke. He raised his hand to bring a sixth blow down on her as she curled into the fetal position to protect herself, but the big con who had scared Kathy so badly before she was fucked by Gil and BD grabbed Gil’s wrist and threw him to the front of the bus.



“You stupid mother fucker,” The big man yelled at Gil, “You are going to fucking kill her before we all get to fuck her. You do something stupid like that again and I will break your fucking neck. Do you understand me?”



Gil, who had bounced off the screen that separated the passenger section from the driver’s/guard’s section, was just beginning to realize what had happened to him. His temper flared and he jumped to his feet screaming;



“You fucking bastard. Nobody challenges me and lives.” And with that he charged the big man as the other cons jumped into the closest seat to get out of Gil’s way.



The big man did not move as Gil charged him like an angry bull and as Gil launched himself at the other man’s throat, the Big Man sidestepped him and drove his huge right fist down on the back of Gil’s neck, snapping it at the C2 vertebrae and killing him instantly.



“Throw this piece of shit outside,” Said the Big Man. “Then let’s get back to fucking this bitch.”



Kathy had regained her senses enough to know that something had happened, but was crying and nearly hysterical from the beating Gil had given her. “Please, please don’t hit me anymore. I will do whatever you want, just please don’t hit me anymore.” She pleaded as the Big Man took hold of her left wrist and pulled her to a sitting position on the bus seat.



“Listen to me,” He said to her with calm, commanding voice. “Gil won’t hurt you again. Now, you need to do exactly what you are told until we are done with you, and you might live to see tomorrow.”



“Okay,” Kat said, “Just don’t hit me anymore.”



“Do what you’re told and no one else will hit you.” Another con said as she slowly regained her composure.



Her left eye was now completely swollen shut and her nose was still bleeding, but she turned to face the man who had been lying on the seat when she said no to Gil. His cock had gone limp and he looked at Kathy and said;



“Make it hard again for me, then slide you pussy down over it and ride me.”



“Okay,” Was all she said to him as she reached for his semi-hard dick.



She wrapped her hand around it and gently stroked it. She scooted right next to his legs, opened her hand and spit into it, then closed her hand and stroked some more.



“Don’t spit on my cock, bitch,” The con said indignantly. “Put it in your mouth and suck it until it’s hard again.”



Kathy immediately did as she was told, taking his now nearly erect cock in her warm mouth and bobbing her head up and down on it as she swirled her tongue around the swelling, purple head each time she head came up.



“OH SHIT!” The con said as his eyes closed in pleasure.



“This cunt sucks cock like a fucking pro. Stop sucking, bitch. I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I want to cum in your cunt. So climb up on top and ride me.”



“My pussy is dry; will you finger me to see if I can get any pussy juice going?” Kathy asked meekly, still fearing another beating.



“Oh hell yes, I’ll finger you.” The man closest to the edge of the bed said, “Get up on your hands and knees with your ass towards me.”



Again doing as she was told, Kathy felt a rough, scratchy finger probing the entrance to her vagina. Then, she felt a tongue licking her slit and heard the convict spit. He worked the tip of his finger into her pussy, slowly fucking it in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust.



“Oh, that feels nice,” She said, though it was not the truth.



“Hey, I found the first aid kit,” Someone said loudly enough to be heard over the noise of twenty-nine horny men each waiting their turn for one of Kathy’s holes.



“It’s got a jar of Vaseline in it.” The man continued.



“Toss it here!” The man fingering her pussy said to him and the plastic jar sailed through the air and was caught by the con who had called for it.



He opened the lid and smeared a big dollop of it on his index finger and then thrust it into Kathy’s waiting pussy. This time, it really did feel nice and a soft, low moan involuntarily escaped her.



“Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you?” The con said loudly as he increased the speed with which he finger-fucked her.



“Yes, it feels nice,” She said.



“So get your ass over here and fuck me.” Said the con lying on the seat.



Kathy pulled away from the finger in her pussy and straddled the cock she had been sucking on. She positioned herself so that the swollen head was directly beneath her vagina and slowly lowered herself done over it as the con’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned a loud, deep groan.



“Ah, ahhhh, ahhhh,” Kathy moaned as she felt the walls of her vagina ripple ahead of the advancing penis sliding into her.



The Vaseline had done its job and, as the pleasure she was feeling began to rise in her, she could tell that she was releasing her own, natural fluids. She closed her eyes and began to ride up and down on the con’s throbbing cock, feeling it expand as his orgasm drew nearer. She was sweating and moaning louder as she increased the speed of her hip movements, while the men cheering her on as she had another orgasm just heightened the sensations she was having



“Oh God!” She moaned as her good eye drooped closed and her mouth fell open.



“Ahhhhhhhhhhh, oh, oh, oh. It feels so good. Your dick feels so good stuffed in my pussy.” She grunted as she ground her hips down onto the cock of the convict below her.



“Oh fuck, I am cumming!” The man groaned as he felt the first surge of semen course through his groin and erupt into Kathy’s waiting vagina.



He reached down and grabbed her, still bouncing hips, as though he was afraid she would pull away before he had emptied his balls into her. He fired jet after jet of sperm deep into her mature, married vagina and uterus as the other cons cheered. But, two men, who had decided they didn’t want to wait any more for their turns, pulled her off of him just as the last jet spurted into the air splattering against the inside of her right thigh and running down from there.



“Shit, I wasn’t done,” The con said with a tinge of disappointment in his voice.



“You were done enough,” One of the cons said to him as he smeared some Vaseline onto the head of his dick and lay on his back on the seats.



Kathy assumed he wanted her to ride his dick like she had just done the other con, but as she started to position herself to do that he stopped her saying;



“No,turn around with your back to me.”



She did as she was told, leaning back on her arms and supporting her lower body with her bent legs. He took hold of her ass and guided her back so that her asshole was directly above the head of his rigid cock, then said;



“Lower your ass down until I tell you to stop.”



“OH NO! Not my ass again!” She thought as she felt the two inch diameter head of his dick press up against her bruised anus. But this time, she didn’t protest, she just kept lowering her ass down.



“Oh yeah, that’s a good little cunt. Just keep lowering your ass until I tell you to stop.” The con continued as he watched the head of his dick make contact with her asshole and then slowly disappear into her soft, suppleness until he was balls deep in her ass.



“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Kathy moaned as she felt her asshole expanding in its attempt to accommodate the cock that was moving into it. She felt herself start to sweat again as she fought to control the pain that the intrusion was causing.



“Now,” Said the con, “Give me your fucking tits.” And with that, he reached up from underneath her and grabbed both of her melon sized breasts and began to roughly squeeze and kneed them.



“My turn.” Said the second of the two in this pair as he climbed up on the seat.



Not sure what was happening, Kathy watched at the con, whose cock had to be at least nine inches long and three inches in diameter moved up between her legs and laid the head of his dick at the entrance to her pussy. Just as she realized what was about to happen to her, he thrust his hips forward and impaled her on his huge cock.



“ARGHHHH!” She wailed as the meat stick disappeared into her cunt and the sweat began to run down her body in waves.



He kept driving until she felt his crotch slam into the open “vee” of hers and the huge head of it force its way into her cervix. The pain was excruciating and she heard herself begging him to pull back.



“I am going to throw up,” She said. “Please pull out some. Oh my God you are splitting my cunt.”



The con looked at her and said;



“You want me to pull out some?”



“Yes, yes, please,” She replied.



With a cruel smile on his face, he pulled out half way and then slammed into her again. He could feel his balls bouncing off her ass as well as the companion’s cock that was buried deep in her ass.



“Let’s make her sing,” The top man said to his friend and they both pulled out of her battered holes and then drive back into them as hard as they could.



“Agggggg. Aggggg, Argh, Aggggggggggggggg,” Kathy screamed with each thrust.



Suddenly, another con grabbed her head and turned it to the left. She found herself staring at a cock aimed directly at her mouth as someone yelled;



“Fuck yes! Make her airtight!”



She knew what was expected, so she opened her mouth and let the six inch dick slide between her lips.



“Make me cum like you did Gil, puta.” A heavy Spanish accent said to her.



This cock was not only uncircumcised, it hadn’t been washed in a while and she felt the bile rising in her throat as she sucked on it and swirled her tongue around its head.



“Damn, dude, listen to this bitch slurp on his cock,” She heard someone say.



“This needs to be filmed, Holmes,” Break out the camera that the guards had and start filming.



One of the cons grabbed the video camera the guard had been carrying and moved so close that he could see the beads of sweat rolling down from her tits to the mound of curly hair just above her pussy. The entire scene would not be captured for posterity.



“I am going to tit fuck this whore and cum all over her face,” Said the con waiting his turn to use her body.



“Mrmph, mrmph, mrmph,” Was the only sounds coming from the plumper’s throat as the three cocks worked away on her body.



The slurping sounds coming from the cock in her ass and pussy were really getting to some of the waiting cons and one of them couldn’t contain himself any longer. He pushed his way to the front of the line, crawled up on the seat and aimed his cock directly at Kathy’s sweat drenched body and stroked it five or six times, then shot all over her belly.



“Oh God that felt good,” He said as his cock finally quit spurting on her stomach.



“Damn dude,” One of the other cons said to him. “You really needed that one didn’t you?”



“Yup,” Was all the man said as he moved to the back of the line of waiting men.



The guy she was sucking came first, swearing in Spanish as he did and holding her head so she couldn’t pull away. She felt the cum spurt into her mouth and then, as she had done since the first time her husband had cum in her mouth their first year in college, she swallowed every drop of it. She had gotten so into sucking the con’s cock that she continued to suck on it and hold it in her lips until it was limp.



“Oh that tastes good.” She said a bit too loudly.



“Fuck, this bitch is getting into being used.” Said the guy who had just cum in her mouth.



The con with the huge dick in her pussy started slamming it into her as hard as he could and leaned forward to inhale her nipples. He sucked them until they turned purple and had extended out a full inch as Kat began to moan with pleasure at the sensations surging through her nipples, which had always been a direct line to her pussy. The guy with his cock up her ass pushed the top man off of one of her tits and latched hold of her nipple. He had trouble getting hold of it at first, because of the saliva his partner had left on it, but once he got it dried off enough to hold, he pinched down on it as hard as he could. Now, instead of moaning from pleasure, Kathy cried out in pain.



“Stop pinching my nipple, please. Fuck it hurts so bad.”



Her cries of pain pushed the two men over the edge and they went at her, top and bottom, with a vengeance.



“Shit!” Kathy said as the two cocks pummeled her front and back.



“Oh fuck! You are hurting my pussy so bad! You are driving your cock clear up to my belly. I can feel my cunt split each time you drive into me. Ohhhhh, my ass is going to be useless to any of the rest of your friends.”



“Fuck!” The man pile driving into her pussy said. “I am going to cum!”



“Me too.” Was all the guy in her ass could manage.



The con in her pussy pulled back until the head of his cock was almost out of her vagina, then smiled at Kat and said;



“Get ready, bitch.”



He drove his cock as far into her as it would go, causing her mouth to pop open in a silent scream as the massive dick forced its way past her cervical opening and into her uterus. The guy in her ass pulled his cock out all the way and then shoved it back in with one savage thrust. Both men then squirted spurt after spurt of sperm into her body as she retched from the pain and final spit up some of the semen she had swallowed to that point.



“YEAH!!!” Kathy heard the crowd of cons shout as the three of them collapsed in a heap.



But she got no respite from her abusers as the con in her cunt pulled out of her, causing her to yelp in pain and the guy in her ass just rolled onto his side causing his dick to be yanked out of her asshole.



“Time for a real DP,” One of the brothers said.



“Shawn, bring your big ass over here and let’s teach this bitch what a real DP feels like.



“No way,” Said the next con in line. “I want to fuck that ass while it’s still tight. If you two do what I think you’re going to do, even a horse cock like BD will flop around when you are done with her. She’s mine for the next five minutes.” He said as he crawled on the seat and pulled her exhausted body back into the middle of it



“Please, let me rest a minute. I need to rest just a bit.” Kathy said to the con as he rolled her over onto her stomach with her face towards the aisle so that the other men could see her as he fucked her ass.



“All you need to do is lay there bitch, I will do the rest.” He said as he moved into position with the head of his cock just an inch away from her asshole. Looking down he saw that her ass was oozing cum from the guy who had just fucked her and he said;



“Damn, I don’t even need any lube; her ass is leaking Shank’s sperm. “



“Reach back and put my dick in your ass.” The con said to Kathy, but she was so exhausted, she didn’t move.



“I said, reach back, take my cock, and put it in your ass, you stupid bitch!” The con said again as anger rose in his voice.



Fearing she was about to get beat again, Kathy reached back and wrapped her hand around the con’s cock and positioned it at her asshole. Though it was just under seven inches in length, its girth was what shocked her.

(This is a spinoff off of another of my stories entitled “A First For The Ages.” If you would like, you can read it and my other stories. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.)







I was sitting in my room still going over the previous night’s events in my head. I had made love to my girlfriend for the first time and she had given me her virginity. My dick began to swell at the visions of her riding up and down my cock. I closed my eyes and laid back onto my bed and pulled my hardening cock from my boxers and began jacking off to my thoughts. As I neared my orgasm my cell phone rang and woke me from my erotic daydream.



I picked up my phone, “Hello?”



“Hey Chance? It’s Jean.”



“Oh hey, what’s up?” It was Rebecca’s mom.



“Nothing much. I was wondering if you could come over for a minute. There is something I want to talk to you about.”



“Sure. No problem. I just need to take a quick shower and I’ll be over there in a little while.”



“Ok, sounds good. See you then.” Then she hung up. I began to wonder what she wanted to talk about.



My dick jumped as my thoughts turned to me being alone with this older woman. Jean was a hot late 40′s MILF with long blonde hair. Though overweight she was an older, curvier version of her daughter. I began to slide my hand up and down my length again as I envisioned bending Jean over her kitchen table and fucking her from behind. I quickly shook my head to get these thoughts out of my head. “That’s your girlfriend’s mom. That’ll never happen.” I told myself as I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to take my shower.



After my shower I dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a tee shirt and put on some sandals and a cap and headed out the door. I jumped in my truck and headed to see Jean. My mind began to wonder again and I started thinking that I should have worn underwear underneath my shorts as my dick started to grow. I tried to push the thoughts from my head but couldn’t. My dick continued to grow as my thoughts kept coming back to me slamming my girlfriend’s mom’s pussy from behind. I finally got control of myself as I pulled into the driveway. I sat for a few minutes to collect myself and then got out and headed to the door.



I knocked on the door and heard Jean tell me to come in. I walked into the living room and was greeted by Jean. She was wearing a very low cut purple cotton shirt and skin tight blue jean Capri pants. She was cleaning and told me to sit down and make myself comfortable. I sat down on the couch and watched as she got on her knees and bend over on her all fours and started pulling things off the bottom shelf of her TV stand. My eyes were glued to Jean’s fat ass as she bent over further to wipe the back of the shelf as she dusted. Her thin cotton panties peaked through the top of her jeans as she bent over and it was all I could do to keep my dick in my shorts.



As she finished her dusting and putting everything back on the shelf she turned toward me and sat back and smiled. “That’s finally done.” she said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. I couldn’t help but stare at her huge tits as she sat there. Her cleavage was deep and ample and my dick swelled even more.



“I’m glad you could make it. I was worried you weren’t going to be able to.” Jean said as she smiled.



“Anything for you Ms. Jean. So what’s up you said you needed to talk to me about something?”



She smiled a wicked smile and crawled over to where I was sitting. I stared down her shirt at her big tits as they swayed back and forth in their tight white lace bra as she crawled. She crawled all the way up to my feet and sat up on her knees. She eased my legs apart as she put her hands on my knees. There was no way to hide the tent in my shorts as she started at my crotch. She began to slowly run her hands up my leg as she massaged my thighs. She then began to speak. “I saw what you did to Rebecca last night.”



My heart sank. Partly because she had seen me fucking her daughter, and secondly because I felt her hands move underneath the legs of my shorts and dangerously close to my cock. “I am sorry about that. I should have been more discreet and never disrespected you like that.”



I jumped as her hand made contact with my dick. She kept gently massaging my inner thigh and let my dick slide onto the back of her hand. “There is nothing to be sorry about. As a matter of fact I wanted to thank you.”



I looked at her curiously, “Thank me?”



“Yes. I wanted to thank you because you gave my daughter something that she has needed for a long time. You also helped me out too. I couldn’t help but touch myself at the sight of you ravaging my daughter. You helped me have a much overdue orgasm.”



I was stunned. She just confessed to me that she watched me fuck her daughter and had also brought herself to an orgasm while watching! I couldn’t believe it. “I’m glad I could help?” I didn’t know what to say. She smiled at me and said, “That’s why I called you over here today. I was so turned on last night I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t had sex in a long time and I want you to fuck me.”



“What?” I said shocked.



“I said I want you to fuck me. I’ve seen the way that you have been looking at me. You have awoken my sexual needs and you are going to help me fulfill them.”



“What about your husband? What about Rebecca? I don’t know if I can.”



“Well I could always tell Theo about you fucking his daughter right on his living room floor but I don’t think you want that do you?”



“No ma’am, I don’t.” I said quietly.



“Good now stand up and take off your clothes.”



I stood up and eased my shirt over my head. Then my shorts quickly fell to the ground. Jean licked her lips as I stood naked in front of her. “That’s quite a big tool you have there. Touch yourself. Now!” I quickly grabbed my rock hard cock in my hand and started to slowly jack myself off. Jean pulled her shirt off and made quick work of her bra as I continued to slowly jack off. As her big, fat tits fell free from her bra I began to quicken my pace. “You like my big titties don’t you?” Jean asked as she squeezed her tits together with her hands. “I bet you want to cum all over these big old titties don’t you?”



“Yes.” I managed to choke out as I quickened my pace even more.



“What was that?” Jean asked as she stared up at me.



“Yes ma’am. I do want to cum on your tits.”



“You’d better not. Not yet. I have bigger plans first. Now come over here to me, I’m going to suck your dick.”



I walked over to her and she replaced my hand with hers and began to gently slide her hand up and down the length of my cock. Her hand was soft and it felt wonderful on my cock. I was hornier at that moment than I had ever been. I knew if this kept up I would blow my load very soon. She must have sensed this too and squeezed my dick very tightly. “I am going to suck this beautiful cock now and you had better not cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?”



“Yes ma’am.”



“Good.” Jean said as she slipped the head of my dick into her mouth. She began sucking more and more of my cock into her mouth and I found it hard to stand. I had received many blowjobs in my lifetime but this was by far one of the best. She was an animal possessed and I tried my best to hold my cum back. As she deep throated my cock she led my hands to the back of her head. I got the message and held her head still and began to fuck her throat. The sensation was incredible. She took my cock like a pro and I quickly began to see the freaky, kinky side of this quiet demur woman. She deep throated me time and time again and I knew I was about to burst. She quickly removed her mouth from my cock and took a deep breath as her spit flowed from the corners of her mouth.



“Are you ready to cum? Tell me now are you ready to cum?” Jean screamed as she began to jack off my cock.



“Yes ma’am I am.”



“Then ask me and I just might let you.”



“Can I please cum now, Ms. Jean? Can I please cum all over your tits?”



“Yes you may. Cum now! Cum all over my fat tits!”



She said as she let go of my cock and pushed her tits together. I quickly and furiously jacked my cock. It took mere seconds and it exploded. Rope after rope of hot cum came flying out of my dick and splashed against her heavy tits. I thought I would never stop cumming. As the last few drops fell onto her tits I fell back onto the couch exhausted. I had never cum so hard. Jean looked at me and laughed as she licked some of the cum off of her tits.



“Look at the mess you have made.” Jean said as she rubbed the cum into her tits. “I guess you are going to have to help clean me up. Come on follow me.”



I got up off the couch and followed her to her bedroom. She stopped in the middle of the room and slipped out of her pants. She then stepped out of her panties and turned to me and I saw her naked for the first time. She was overweight and her body was starting to age but she was still a looker. Her huge tits glistened in the light from the mixture of cum and sweat. Her pussy was hairy but looked more erotic than unkempt. She saw me staring at her hairy pussy and said “You want some of this hairy twat huh? You want to eat this nasty pussy?” I just nodded my head yes. “Well it is the least you could do considering I just gave you a blowjob and let you cum on my tits. Come on.”



She walked over to the bed and laid down on her back. I quickly climbed onto the bed with her and climbed on top of her. I kissed her passionately and ran my hand down between our bodies and between her legs. She moaned into my mouth as my middle and ring finger entered her pussy I broke our kiss and started kissing her neck as I continued to finger fuck her pussy. I licked my way down from her neck to her cum stained tits. I didn’t care, I was a man possessed by desire. I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth and sucked hard as she moaned out. I gently bit down on her nipple and it made her arch her back and grunt out in pleasure.



I continued my path down her body until I got to her hairy bush. Turned on even more by the smell of her sex I removed my hand from her pussy and spread her puffy lips wide. I quickly launched forward into her hot wet pussy. My tongue couldn’t move fast enough as I licked up all her juices that flowed freely. My tongue found a rhythm on her clit as she started to cream even more. She grabbed my head and pushed it hard into her pussy making it hard to breathe. Not to be discouraged I licked faster on her clit and she went over the edge. I was surprised as her pussy squirted her cum into the back of my throat. Stream after stream of cum shot from her pussy as I pushed back away from her. She kept squirting all over my face. As she finally came down off her orgasm she looked at me and laughed.



“I forgot to tell you I am a squirter.”



I wiped her cum from my face and climbed back on top of her. “That’s ok. I loved it.” She smiled and kissed me. As we kissed I lined my rock hard cock up to the entrance of her drenched hole. As I started to push forward she pushed me off of her and got up. “No. Not yet. You haven’t earned the right to fuck me yet. Now get up, you still have to clean up the mess you made.” As Jean walked into the bathroom I laid on the bed shocked.



I couldn’t believe she just did that. I got up and followed her into the bathroom. We climbed into the shower and she told me to stand there. As I stood there she turned around and bent over and turned on the water. As she bent over she pushed her ass back against me and my cock slid across her soaking entrance. I stood there trying to fight the urge to ram my dick inside of her as she slid her wet snatch up and down my rigid member.



After she got the water just right she turned the shower on and stood up. She grabbed the soap and handed it to me and said, “You can start with my back.” I grabbed the soap and started washing her back. I worked the soap all over her back and then she told me to wash her legs and ass. I knelt down behind her and ran the soap up her right leg and then back down and back up her left. As I moved up high on her thigh she spread her legs and bent over slightly. I eased my left hand up the inside of her leg and started to gently run my fingers through her wetness. As I eased a couple of fingers into her pussy I ran the soap over her big ass with my right hand. As the water washed the soap away I fingered her a little faster as I spread her ass cheeks with my other hand. I leaned in and gently licked her puckered hole. She moaned and reached back and pushed my face hard into her ass.”



“That’s right! Lick that little asshole!” Jean moaned as I began to ream her with my tongue. She began to moan louder as my tongue entered her ass. She really seemed to enjoy this new turn of events and wondered if she had ever had anyone lick her ass before.



She straightened up and turned around to face me. I went to stand up but she pushed me back down to my knees. “Now do the front.” She ordered as I took the soap back in my hand and started washing the front of her legs. I stood up and looked at her as I started to rub her pussy again. She just smiled and shook her head no and moved my hands to her hips. I continued to wash her as I washed her stomach and then on to the valley of her breasts. I soaped her chest and then dropped the soap and began to massage the soap into her breasts with my hands. As I caressed her huge breasts in my hand I started to gently pinch and pull on her nipples.



She arched her back and took me by the back of my head and shoved my face into her left breast. I quickly took her hard nipple into my mouth and began to suck her tits. Her breathing became harder as my right hand slid down to her waiting pussy again. She began moaning loudly and gyrating her hips as I fucked her with three fingers and gently bit on her nipples. Then she surprised me and pushed me away. “Now clean yourself off.”



“But I dropped the soap.”



“Fine, I’ll get it.”



She turned around again and bent over to pick up the soap. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. My cock standing straight out in front of me easily entered her slick hole. She took my entire length all the way inside her pussy in one hard stroke. I just stood there with my cock buried to the hilt in her fat warm pussy, trying not to cum. Her velvet vice gripped my cock as we just stood there. Then as I pulled back to start fucking this wonderful pussy she stood up and my cock fell out. She turned to me and said, “Clean yourself. There will be plenty of time for that later.” She stood there watching as I soaped up and washed off. After I washed she kissed me and said “Soon.”



She turned the water off and we stepped out of the shower and dried off. She grabbed me by the hand and walked me back to her room. She led me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. “Now I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. You will do what I say when I say it and maybe I will let you come. Do you understand?” I quickly answered “Yes, I understand.”



Jean climbed onto the bed and stood above me and then lowered herself onto my waiting cock. I was in heaven as her slick pussy engulfed my hot rod. She quickly found a quick pace as she bounded up and down the entire length of my cock. She grabbed my hands and put them on her tits and I started to play with her nipples as she rode me faster. Her aggression was relentless as she began to scream out. She slammed down hard on my cock and braced herself against my chest as her pussy squirted all over me and the bed. As she came back to earth she looked at me with fire in her eyes and began to ride me hard and fast again.



I took this opportunity and flipped her onto her back, my cock never leaving her pussy. I sat up and put her legs on my shoulders as I began to fuck her with all my might. I fucked her hard and fast and she loved it. “That’s it! OH FUCK! Fuck me you bastard! Fuck me harder! Fuck my HARDER!!!” I slammed into as hard and as fast as I could. I had never had anyone fuck me like this. She was something special.



She pushed me off of her as she got on her hands and knees. I quickly positioned myself behind her and reentered her from behind. The feeling of her pussy was indescribable. I began thrusting into her with reckless abandon again as she started screaming her erotic profanities again. As I fucked her from behind I eased my middle finger into her big round ass. She began to push back as I fingered her ass. I thought I would be brave and pulled my cock out of her pussy and lined it up to the entrance to her ass.



“What do you think you are doing? Did I say you could fuck my ass?”



“You know what; I really don’t give a fuck Jean!” With that I eased my rigid cock just past the ring of her tight ass. She moaned out surprisingly in pleasure and pushed back against me taking more of my cock into her ass. I began to fuck her tight ass slowly at first and then started picking up speed. I really began pounding her ass as she reached up and started rubbing her clit. It didn’t take her long to cum again as her cum squirted all over me and the bed again. I never let up my assault on her ass. I kept pounding harder and harder into her sweet ass.



“You can cum now! Cum in my ass! Cum in my ass now!



I slapped her ass hard and said “I’ll cum when and where I want to. Do you understand?” She just moaned out. I slapped her hard on her ass again and said “Do you understand?” She moaned and said “Yes.” I slapped her ass hard again as I continued fucking her red ass. “I can’t hear you. Do you understand?” “YES!” Jean screamed as she started rubbing her pussy again.



I pulled my cock out of her spent ass and told her “Turn around and tell me to cum on your face.”



She quickly fell to her back below me and said, “Please! Please cum all over my face! Please cum all over my face!”



I grunted as my cum erupted from my cock. My cum splashed hard against her cheek and nose as I kept cumming and cumming. Completely spent I fell back onto the bed and looked at the carnage that had happened. My girlfriend’s hot mom lay before me well fucked with a face full of my cum. The bed was ravaged and soaking wet with her cum. As Jean laid there staring up at the ceiling with stars in her eyes, I got up and got dressed.



“If you need to talk again you know where to find me.” I said to Jean as I walked out of her room. I walked out to my truck and looked over and saw Jean’s neighbor, Cherry standing in her front yard. She smiled and waved to me and I thought to myself that the only nice thing to do would be to go over and say hello.



“Hey Cherry. How have you been?”







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