reverse cowgirl

I wish to sincerely thank my muse for this story, DirtyDebbie!



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Don’t wet your pants reading the title. I’m not the Debbie who did Dallas, and if you’re expecting that the “Does” in the title means that I fuck everyone who I come into contact with there then you will be sadly disappointed. I hope that my little sojourn to Vegas still interests you, however.



Let me tell you a little about myself. I’m thirty one, a buxom lass, 5’1″, 130 pounds with DD boobs, and medium length blond hair. Once she became famous several people have told me that I look like Kellie Pickler’s buxom sister.



I had to wear a back brace for several years because my little body had a hard time supporting my big tits. I started an exercise program to make my lower back muscles stronger and more flexible. It worked so I have not had to wear a brace in more than five years. I do need a very sturdy jog bra when I run, though, otherwise I’ll either put out an eye or redden my stomach (ha, ha).



My first marriage didn’t work out so well. My first husband, Boris, seemed like a basically normal guy when we married. He was smart, had a good job, and was nice and good looking. He wasn’t a particularly good lover but I thought it would get better. I was disappointed when after two years of marriage sex with him was more like Labor Day than The Fourth of July.



Also Boris was not the most open guy in the world about fantasies or what was expected as far as sexual contact with others was concerned. I tried to engage him on the subjects a few times and was stonewalled.



I became suspicious of some of his activities, however, and found out that he was fucking two different bimbos (I hope that they got more pleasure from him than I did). While I had gotten a couple of “tit massages” from male friends I had never fucked anyone, and considered that off limits. I divorced his ass.



My present husband, Rob, is eight years older than I am. He is much more mature and communicative than Boris was, and he is great in the sack, having excellent oral skills as well as knowing how to properly move his dick in my pussy. He also loves tit-fucking, maybe even more than I do.



Rob, being more mature, is often willing to be at least partially open about fantasies and talk about sex in general. My three years of marriage to him have been wonderful.



Rob was coming up on his 40th birthday. For my 31st he had thrown a big bash, with a male stripper and a wet T-shirt contest, where one of his friend’s wives and I were the only participants. I got lots of compliments and tit-feels (several under my wet shirt) that night, as well as a bunch of ass grabs, especially since I pretended to be drunk even though I was only slightly buzzed. Rob saw that I was enjoying the attention and only smiled.



Since Rob had been a great husband for his 40th birthday I told him that he and his three best friends, Justin, Ted, and Upton, should go to Vegas for three days and two nights to celebrate (leaving Friday morning and returning Sunday night). I told him that I’d work some overtime and pay for a private poolside cabana for the second and third days, and gave him all sorts of information such as the best prices and times on flights. If he and his three buddies shared a suite the cost would be reasonable.



Justin, Ted and Upton are all good looking guys. They’re all about the same height and weight as Rob (roughly six feet, 180 pounds) but since Rob is young at heart they’re all younger than he is. Upton is 35 and married (and the most consistent tit squeezer at my 31st party), Ted is my age, and Justin (the best looking of the group) is 28.



I gave Rob only two pre-requisites for his trip to Vegas with his buddies. First, he could not, under any circumstances, lose more than $500 gambling. As soon as he lost that he was done.



The second was that he could not stick his dick in any pussy or pucker hole. When I told him that he said “That’s it?”



“Yeah I said,” with a sly smile, “if you stick that thing in a pussy or ass I’ll cut your nuts off and feed them to the squirrels.”



“You do realize, don’t you,” he stammered with eyes wider than I had ever seen them, “that there are other sex acts besides pussy and ass fucking?”



“Happy Birthday, darling,” was all I said, kissed him with a little tongue and then walked away. He was still just standing there stunned when I yelled over my shoulder as I walked away “don’t expect any other presents from me.” I giggled to myself.



While I was OK, as his birthday present, with Rob getting some non-intercourse action I also wanted to be in control of it, at least to some extent. I had second and third parts to his present that he didn’t know about.



To explain the second part of his present I have to describe one of my friends to you. Rob knows that we are friends but he has no idea what good friends we are since I never saw any reason to tell him.



My friend’s name is Kyleigh; she’s 19, my height, weighs about ten pounds less, and has brown hair, brown eyes and a 34D chest — I know because she and I talk about such things. She also has a very tight firm athletic body and perfectly toned muscles especially in her hard thighs and ass. She also has a beautiful girl next door innocent face and a smile that drives guys wild.



Kyleigh is a gymnastics teacher, not hard to believe given her toned hard body. Actually her big tits may have been the only thing that kept her from getting a gymnastics scholarship to college because they sure don’t help in any gymnastics event.



Rob has an eight year old daughter, Madison, from a previous marriage who takes gymnastic classes from Kyleigh. Fortunately Rob and his ex-wife don’t hate each other and Rob and I get to take care of Madison about ten days a month, and we never miss one of her many gymnastics exhibitions and meets.



I go to exhibitions and meets to support Samantha and Kyleigh. Rob goes to support Samantha and ogle Kyleigh, as do all of the dads there except a pair of gay-guy parents. Rob is so funny — he wears sunglasses even though 90% of the activities are indoors. He says that the mercury lights in the gyms hurt his eyes. I just smile and laugh to myself.



The reason why Kyleigh and I are such good friends is that our parents’ houses are right next to each other, and at one time I babysat for Kyleigh. Her parents are religious freaks who apparently would have been happy for her to remain a virgin forever. When she got to be a teenager the only way that she could get to go out was if I went with her. There were a couple of times that situations arose where her parents thought that I exercised extremely good judgment and would only let her go to anything resembling a social gathering where boys would be around if I was there.



Her parents were so wrong, ha, ha. I wanted Kyleigh to enjoy life and she is a very sensuous, fun-loving, sexy creature. Therefore I got her birth control pills when she was eighteen and saw to it that she could get some quality time with three different boyfriends she has had over the last two years.



Kyleigh is like my little sister and we talk about everything, including sex. She is not oblivious to the fact that all the fathers of her students ogle her — she loves the attention.



Despite the fact that Kyleigh is 19 she isn’t really emancipated. Her job as a gymnastics teacher, while she goes to the local Community College, doesn’t pay her enough to really be economically independent. Plus despite what religious freaks and jerks I consider her parents to be she doesn’t want to thumb her nose at them so — at least for now — she acts as a demure sexless daughter waiting for marriage before giving up her virginity.



Now to the second and third parts of my present to Rob.



One thing that Kyleigh has always wanted to do is to try stripping. The conservative clothes that her parents always made her wear as a teen left her with a desire for exhibitionism. She is between boyfriends and since her last one was very virile she is really missing having her sexual needs tended to; “I’m climbing the walls I need to be laid so badly,” she told me just before I told her what I had in mind for the Vegas trip. It took her only about five seconds to agree to be a stripper for Rob’s 40th in Vegas — “If you can swing it with my parents,” was her only concern.



“I can’t guarantee that there won’t be sexual contact by Rob’s three friends — or Rob for that matter,” I said, smiling which after her statement about climbing the walls was sure to get her more excited.



Her smile was wider than mine. “I’m hoping so,” she giggled, “and if you’re OK with Rob and I getting it on, so am I — he’s cute.”



“Yes he is,” I laughed. “I don’t care what you do with Rob’s friends but with Rob no fucking, pussy or ass, got it,” I said trying to act stern.



“Got it,” Kyleigh beamed, giving me a big hug. “How’s it going to work?”



“I’ll tell your parents — and Rob — that I’m going to Phoenix for business. I already have found a perfect connection flight through Phoenix to Vegas, cheaper than any direct flight. I’ll tell your parents that I need an assistant at a convention to help me with brochures, visual aids, etc., and ask if you can come along. I’ll tell them it will be good pay and I will chaperone you,” I told Kyleigh laying out the first part of my plan.



“That’ll work,” she replied gleefully clapping her hands together, “especially since even if they come with us to the airport they’ll see us board a flight to Phoenix.”



I continued to relate my plan/present. “I rented a private poolside cabana for Rob and his friends. The day after they get there, when all four are inside, you’ll show up with a mask on pretending to be a waitress. I’ll be waiting outside. You do your thing and afterward let the guys feel you up, and maybe give them blow jobs IF you and they are so inclined.”



“IF?” she giggled.



“What happens after that is up to you, although I should tell you that while Justin and Ted are single Upton is married and I know his wife,” I continued.



Kyleigh’s Smile turned into an evil grin of anticipation. “Do I reveal who I am to Rob? I don’t think that the others know me.”



“Yes you do, though not for a while. But there is one other thing I’m going to ask — and I hope that you’ll agree.”



“Hey, if you’re going to pay my way to Vegas and get me all sexed up I can’t imagine that I won’t agree to it,” Kyleigh responded.



“Before I reveal to Rob that I’m there I want you to ask him to fuck you. I put fucking other women off-limits and I want to test him. If he declines to fuck you he won’t ever fuck anyone else because you’re his ideal,” I said.



“Really? Kyleigh said. “What if he says ‘yes’ though?”



“Then you leave because you don’t want to see what happens next,” I said, no longer smiling.



I really didn’t like this ulterior motive part of my plan; however Rob and I were talking about having children. I really wanted kids but only if I could really trust him. I had no reason not to but having been burned the first time around I had to be sure.



Kyleigh’s parents went along without hesitation, Rob and his buddies took off as planned, and Kyleigh and I flew out early morning on Saturday so that we would get to the pool cabana early afternoon. I had talked with Rob by cell phone and knew that he and his buddies would be gambling or going to a show until the wee hours of Saturday morning and there was no way that would make it to the pool before 1:30 or 2:00 p.m.



I had the perfect outfit for Kyleigh. It included a conservative pool cover-up with a series of almost sheer outfits underneath with pasties and a thong as the last items that would be removed. She and I were both so excited we couldn’t wait.



We saw Rob and his buddies dragging their asses down to the pool about quarter to two. Rob actually looked better than the other three, and Justin was in the worst shape. They put their towels in the cabana then each took a quick dip in the pool, which seemed to revive them somewhat. Then they each ordered a drink and went into the cabana.



I intercepted the bikini-clad poolside waitress when she was bringing the drinks, tipped her $20 and told her that I had a surprise for my husband. She smiled and handed the drink tray to Kyleigh, who had put her mask on.



Kyleigh played her part perfectly; I know because I was able to see everything through a slit in the side of the cabana. I knew that it would be unlikely that I’d be seen since unless I was a poor judge of men the guys would be paying rapt attention to the entertainment. In my position I also had a job — to play the music for Kyleigh’s act and what followed.



As Kyleigh walked into the tent she said “Hi gents, who gets what drinks?”



“Where’s the bikini waitress?” Upton asked.



“She had too many clothes on, so I took her place,” Kyleigh smilingly replied. The guys looked confused by that comment but after Kyleigh said “Now I know that the Birthday Boy gets the vodka tonic,” handing that to Rob, “but who gets these others?” the other three guys dutifully said who got what.



After handing out the drinks Kyleigh tossed the tray on the ground, closed the front flaps of the cabana, gave Rob a smooch on the lips, and said “Brought to you by Debbie for her darling husband’s birthday.”



That was my key to start the music. I stayed away from the slit I was peering through until I was sure that Kyleigh had started her act. After her cover-up was thrown to the ground I didn’t have to worry any longer about any of the guys looking my way.



I was in awe at how good Kyleigh was. She not only could win any amateur stripping contest in the world but she was better than many professionals. All four guys were sitting there with their mouths wide open, their eyes almost popping out of their heads, and bulges in their swimsuits, as articles of clothing were flying left and right. Kyleigh was using her gymnastics skills to do back somersaults, the splits, and other maneuvers that I don’t know the names of.



The highlight was when she pulled her thong down to her ankles exposing her perfectly shaped, shaved, pussy and then did a hand stand, slowly bent over backwards and ended up with her feet on Rob’s thighs with her pussy glistening. She lifted her head and said to Rob “Would you mind removing my thong, I’m having trouble with it.”



The four guys let out a collective groan.



After Rob enthusiastically did as he was told Kyleigh pulled herself up, sat on Rob’s lap, smiled and said “Could you remove my pasties without using your hands?”



Rob was in heaven as he took his time gumming Kyleigh’s tits pretending that he was trying to take her pasties off as his buddies howled. She giggled as she rubbed his shoulders. When it was clear that he was delaying she started massaging his cock through his swimsuit saying “What’s taking so long, Robbie-baby. We can’t move to the next step until you get my pasties off.”



After expressing a startled look Rob pulled both pasties off with his teeth faster than you could blink. Kyleigh giggled some more then knelt on the cabana floor and tugged at his swim trunks. He was only too glad to lift his butt off his lounge chair to help.



When his trunks came off his stiff dick popped up almost hitting Kyleigh in the face. Another giggle from Kyleigh, then she said “Nice” as she grabbed his balls with one hand and with the other guided his shaft into her open mouth. His buddies started gathering around him but she playfully said “Back off, you’ll all get your turn.”



Rob sat with his head back with this big grin on his face as he fondled Kyleigh’s tits while she practiced her art. With the guys gathered a respectable distance around I could see Kyleigh licking and sucking like a vacuum as she massaged one ball with each hand. Rob didn’t last long before he gave a warning groan, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum, oh shit I’m cummmmmin…”



I didn’t know that Kyleigh swallowed, but she took his entire load and then licked her lips.



As promised she went to work on the other three. She gave Justin as nice a BJ as she had given Rob while he kneaded her tits. She had a different surprise for Upton and Ted.



I was somewhat surprised when I saw Upton naked. He has a really big cock, probably eight inches and almost beer-can thick. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t sure she could handle that big piece of meat in her mouth. She had the perfect solution.



She sat Upton on one lounge chair and had him grease up her feet and his cock with sunscreen, unfortunately the only lubricant in the cabana. Then she wrapped the cute little toes of both of her feet around his tube steak and started stroking. As she was stroking away she had Ted straddle the lounge chair she was on and started Hoovering his cock with gusto.



I marveled at Kyleigh’s ability to multitask, and based on their reactions so did Rob and Justin. With her toes wrapped around Upton’s dong she slowly stroked it. Every once in a while she would stroke the bottom of it with the ball of one of her feet while toe massaging his nuts. She seemed to be trying to time Ted’s and Upton’s eruptions because when Ted started a groan that indicated “I’m about to cum,” she started moving her feet frantically along Upton’s cock, using her toes and the balls of her feet. Ted was soon unloading in Kyleigh’s mouth and just like for Rob and Justin she swallowed every drop. Just as Ted appeared to be ejaculating his last cum grenade Upton let out a loud whimper and sprayed his goo all over Kyleigh’s feet and lower legs.



Once Ted moved away and slumped into a chair, and Upton had shot his last wad, Kyleigh demonstrated her incredible flexibility by bringing her feet and lower legs to her face and slurping all of Upton’s cum off of them with her tongue and lips.



All four guys clapped, and Rob and Justin got hard again just watching.



After she cleaned herself off Kyleigh initiated my “test.” She slid over to Rob, started massaging his balls and kissing the side of his face and said “How about a fuck, birthday boy?”



Rob mumbled something unintelligible as she planted a kiss on his mouth. When she let him up for air she continued “I’ve got a snug, warm, wet pussy just waiting for your meat.”



Rob actually gently pushed her away and said, “Sorry, I’d like nothing better but fucking is off limits. I couldn’t do it to my wife.”



Kyleigh then removed her mask and there was an obvious look of realization on Rob’s face of who she was. “Come on Rob, those sunglasses you wear for gymnastics meets don’t fool me; when Samantha isn’t performing you’re ogling me. You know that you want me. One birthday fuck; I won’t tell Debbie.”



Rob took a deep breath, stood up holding his arms in front of him and said “Kyleigh you’d be an ideal fuck, but I’m just not going to do it to Debbie.”



I was so pleased I slinked through the cabana flaps and said “Great choice Rob; not only do you get to keep your nuts but Kyleigh and I have a special surprise for you later.”



Rob was startled when he saw me, and the other three guys started covering up their crotches. Then Rob got a big smile on his face and grabbed me and hugged me. “You little bitch,” he laughed. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or spank you.”



“Maybe both,” I laughed.



Then I turned to Rob’s three perplexed friends. “Hey, dipshits,” I cackled, “why are you covering up? I just saw all of you get your knobs polished by Kyleigh. You haven’t got anything you’re covering up that I haven’t already seen.”



Mechanically they all dropped the towel or swimsuit covering their parts, which had deflated. Nothing like your buddy’s wife crashing the party to shrink one’s cock.



Then Upton said “Hey, how come we’re naked and you still have your clothes on?”



“What’s fair is fair,” I said as I dropped my robe, revealing my naked body. Watching the action had gotten my long nipples hard and they were sticking straight out from my big tits. All four dongs saluted the arrival of my big tits and tiny pussy with protruding clit, and that tit-maniac Upton whistled.

The six of us sat around more or less in a circle chatting and drinking. I had brought a cooler of margaritas and plastic cups with me and pulled the cooler into the cabana and poured everyone a drink.



While we were chatting I was having a hard time concentrating since Rob was fingering my pussy and I was massaging his cock — like it was nothing unusual with four other people around. Justin and Ted were both fingering or tit-massaging Kyleigh. At first she was sitting up and participating in the conversation, but then Justin really went to work on her clit and she had to lie on her back. Shortly after that she orgasmed.



After Kyleigh recovered Rob and Upton took over for Justin and Ted and finger fucked her to another, more powerful, orgasm. I sat there watching with my legs spread and smiling. While I got lots of appreciative looks from Justin and Ted they didn’t approach me.



After three drinks each the mauling was getting more serious, but the cabana, even though private, was not the place to continue. I peeked out and saw that we were drawing quite a bit of interest from other guests. I suggested that we adjourn to the guys’ suite.



We had been having so much fun that the time had gotten away a little and it was almost six when we got up to the room. I told Rob’s three friends that they should go and get some dinner and bring us takeout. “Kyleigh and I need to ‘talk’ to Rob,” I said with an evil grin.



Once the guys left Kyleigh and I undressed Rob, then he undressed us, and we got into one of the king sized beds. After he massaged both sets of tits and we both kneaded his balls I advised him of his next present.



“I’m going to fuck you reverse cowgirl while you eat out Kyleigh,” I said as I grinned widely. His responsive grin was even wider.



His cock was already rock hard but Kyleigh sucked on it a little while anyway; “Just to be sure,” was her excuse. My pussy had been wet the entire afternoon and needed some action. I mounted Rob reverse cowgirl, groaning as the last inch of his meat was buried, and then started bucking.



Once I was properly positioned Kyleigh straddled Rob’s head and stuck her pussy right in his face. He furiously went to work on it with his tongue, lips and one hand, while the other hand played with one of her nipples.



I pounded Rob harder than I ever had in my life, encouraged by Kyleigh’s moans of pleasure and Rob’s loud grunts when his mouth wasn’t full of pussy. It was fantastic fun.



Once I heard Kyleigh start to go “Ohhhh..,” indicating that an orgasm was imminent, I started massaging Rob’s balls and simultaneously squeezing my pc muscles. Kyleigh let out a banshee scream, climaxing first, shortly followed by Rob rocketing more streams of joy juice into me than I could ever remember. Rob’s explosion into my pussy was shortly followed by me collapsing in orgasm myself, almost comatose.



Eventually the three of us separated from each other and just lay there groaning and giggling. Then Kyleigh and I each snuggled up to an opposite side of Rob and we fell asleep. I don’t know how long we were asleep but we were awakened by the other three guys barging into our room with our take-out food.



We went into the main area and ate our food, still naked, while Upton, Justin and Ted ogled Kyleigh and me. After we ate Rob, Kyleigh and I took a shower together — this was definitely Rob’s best birthday ever — and then the six of us went to a show.



Actually the show turned out to be a strip club. After we were there for only a short while the guys started commenting about how much better Kyleigh was than some of the pros and how I had better boobs than any of them. I’m not sure if either one was true but Kyleigh and I sure enjoyed hearing it.



One of the performers came over to Justin — most women would consider him the cutest guy in our group — and tried to entice him into a lap dance. It looked like Justin was about to reach for his wallet when Kylie whispered something in his ear. He got a big grin, politely thanked the performer, and obviously was itching to leave. The show had gotten the guys so hot even though it was only just a little over an hour since we got to the club they wanted to go back to the hotel suite.



When we got to the hotel the guys wanted Kyleigh to do another strip tease, and for me to do one too. They had all already seen my goods so I thought “Why the hell not?”



I went first and did pretty well — at least the crowd was enthusiastic — and I felt obligated to end it by giving the birthday boy a blow job. I sucked and stroked vigorously while Rob kneaded my tits.



I could tell that Rob was close so I stuck one finger up his ass — instant ejaculation. I marveled that he could have so much jism left after what he had been through the last twelve hours, but gratefully received it. I swallowed it all except for the last squirt which I guided to one of my nipples. Showing my own type of flexibility I bent my neck and lifted my tit to slurp up the last drop of cum on my nipple. The guys hooted at that!



Then Kyleigh came up again.



I couldn’t believe it by Kyleigh was even better this time than the last time including using a couple of moves that she had picked up from the professionals at the strip club we had just visited. The reaction of the guys was even more dramatic.



The guys kept reaching for her while she was performing and I’d have to slap their hands away which — considering that I was naked — was a risky thing to do and got me quite a few ass and tit pinches, especially from Upton. When it was over Kyleigh’s pussy was glistening with desire and all the guys had hard-ons, even Rob. I’d never seen Rob get hard so many times in a twelve hour period before. I wasn’t sure that he really could go off again before tomorrow, however, but I was certainly going to give him a try.



All of Upton, Justin and Ted were competing for Kyleigh’s attention. She seemed inclined to try Upton’s eight inch almost beer-can thick cock so I had a talk with her. While the myth is that all women want the biggest cock that is far from reality as surveys by Maxim, Cosmo, and other magazines indicate.



Speaking from personal experience, since I have a tight pussy, and am only 5’1″, my preferred size is between 5 and 7 inches, maybe slightly bigger around than “average,” but not by much. Rob is perfect for me because his cock is between 6.25 and 6.5 inches, depending upon how excited he is and other factors that I can’t pin down, and just about average thickness. I tried a 7.5 inch thick dick once — never again.



I tried to tell this to Kyleigh, whose pussy is even snugger than mine is, explaining that she’d like Justin and Ted’s approximately six inch normal thickness cocks better. Finally what started to convince her was that Upton was married and while Kyleigh didn’t share her parents’ conservative religious beliefs that was a factor.



I still hadn’t completely convinced her when Upton — who had overhead much of what I had to say — intervened and tried to put the hard sell on her. I pushed him away and started to argue with him including implicitly threatening to tell his wife, though I never would. He suddenly got an evil grin and then shocked me.



“All right, Debs, I won’t lobby to shove my cock up Kyleigh’s pussy if you let me tit fuck you. I’ve lusted after your honkers since the first day that I met you.”



At first I didn’t know what to say, but I did recall that he was the most enthusiastic tit-grabber when I had my wet T-shirt on at my 31st birthday party. I thought carefully about what to say or do next. While I certainly didn’t want his monster abusing my poor little kitty a tit fuck was entirely different. His big cock might be great for that. After staring him in the eye for about a minute I said “If it’s OK with the birthday boy and if you agree to completely stop trying to fuck Kyleigh I agree.”



I didn’t know that Rob was right behind me the whole time until I heard him laugh. “As long as I get to watch, go for it,” Rob — still tingly from the blow job I gave him and watching Kyleigh strut her stuff — said to Upton.



As Upton excitedly went into one of the bathrooms to get some lotion to use as a lube I looked at smiling Rob and said “Are you sure that you’re alright with this.”



“You’ve given me the best birthday ever, so far; why shouldn’t you benefit too. Plus I think it is really noble what you’re doing for Kyleigh and you’re saving Upton’s ass too because if his wife Karen ever found out she’d kill him,” Rob chuckled.



Karen is about 6 feet tall, 170 pounds, maybe the strongest woman I know. She certainly has a pussy big enough to accommodate Upton, but really tiny tits for her size so I know she hasn’t been tit fucking him.



Justin and Ted disappeared with Kyleigh into one of the bedrooms with Kyleigh essentially dragging Justin along by his cock. Upton, Rob and I went into the other bedroom.



As I lay on the bed I was apprehensive but needed to put on a good face so I smiled politely. Upton took his time applying the lotion to my tits and asked me to apply it to his cock. Finally I said “You have about a quart of that stuff on my boobs, including on the nipples and outsides of them which are not where your dick will be.”



“You can’t be sure,” he grinned. Then he placed his meat between my boobs as I pushed them together.



I didn’t have to push my boobs in much because his cock was so thick. Since it was so long he could take slow, deliberate strokes. After about three strokes I realized that cock size does make a difference for tit fucking because it felt really good.



Upton very deliberately drew his tit fuck out, occasionally leaving his helmet on my chin until I licked his urinary meatus. I was really getting into it and pushing my tits from side to side as he stroked. I not only had the major sensation of his cock on both tits and the valley between them but his low hanging balls were also stimulating my stomach and the bottom of my tits too.



While I sometimes orgasmed from tit fucks with Rob (I never had one with anyone else) they were mild and unitary. This time I had three orgasms, small compared to vaginal ones but probably each my most substantial tit fuck climax ever.



I could tell that Upton was in heaven as he groaned like an old pickup truck going up Mt. Washington and then spewed cum all over my chin and tits. He stayed on his haunches just moaning long after his last salvo had splashed on my body. Even after he got up I just lay there with my eyes closed and moaned.



I suddenly felt a tingling at my clit. I snapped out of my stupor and was about to punch Upton for exceeding his bounds when I saw that it was Rob, tonguing my clit and fingering my labia. Rob must have been turned on by the tit fuck because he was really going at it and brought me through two mammoth vaginal orgasms. Their intensity may have been helped by the fact that as Rob was pleasuring me Upton was rubbing the cum he had deposited on my chest and chin into my tits.



After I regained cognizance I noticed that Rob and Upton were sitting in chairs next to the bed having a nice chat. It got my attention when I heard Upton say “If Karen had tits like that I’d fuck them every night,” to which Rob replied “They are nice, aren’t they. Maybe there is some more lead in my pencil tonight to give them some more activity.”



I snapped up and said “Give me a while to recover will you birthday boy. Go finger fuck Kyleigh and then come back.”



“Sounds like a great idea,” he laughed and then he and Upton got up.



As Upton was trailing Rob out the door I said “Upton, can you come here for a minute. He walked over with a big smile. “That was really nice, Upton. Remember though no fucking Kyleigh.” With that I grabbed his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. I didn’t squeeze hard but I wasn’t gentle either.



“Kyleigh tells me everything and if I find out that you fucked her I swear that I’ll rip your cock and nuts off,” I continued with a straight face.



“Ouch! OK, OK, I already promised,” Upton said, throwing his hands up. When I let him go he continued “But I am going to tit fuck her,” then scurried out the door.



Just before Upton closed the door I heard Kyleigh scream “Fuck yeah, one in each hole,” and more subdued “fuck yeahs” that sounded like they were from Justin and Ted. “I wonder if this is the first time with a dick in her pussy and ass?” was my last thought before I fell asleep, exhausted.



Rob came back to our bed; I looked at the clock; he had been gone about an hour. I had been half asleep and half-awake while he was gone, but feeling good in the after-glow of my multiple orgasms.



“That Kyleigh is one awesome woman,” he grinned.



“I know,” I said, “but what in particular caused you to say that?”



“She just got Double Penetrated by Justin and Ted and I think she loved it even more than they did.” Then he held his stinky middle finger to my nose.



“I hope that isn’t Justin’s or Ted’s cum,” I shot back.



“No, she’s very polite. After her pussy and ass got fucked she douched before I finger fucked her pussy,” he continued, grinning.



“Good girl,” I responded. “What’s going on over there now?



“When I left Upton was tit fucking her while Justin was trying his best to lick her clit without getting Upton’s ass in his face.”



“Nice,” I giggled. “Do you want a tit fuck? My DDs would love it.”



“You bet,” he enthusiastically replied, getting a big grin on his face.



We showered together, Rob lotioned me up, and then he gave me the most vigorous tit fuck I’ve ever gotten. He was like the Energizer Bunny stroking back and forth. He was driving me wild and I reciprocated by tonguing his meatus every time that he stroked toward my mouth, and by putting a few fingers in contact with his reciprocating dick as I pushed my tits against it.



I had a real nice orgasm, my most intense ever from a tit fuck with the possible exception of those from Upton. As he started grunting I let go of my tits, grabbed his cock, shoved it into my mouth, and simultaneously stroked and sucked it. I was rewarded with three nice globs of cum running down my throat.



Rob and I then more passed out than fell asleep. Just before I went to never-never land I heard Kyleigh groan “Oh, fuck, yeah, right there.” I wondered if she was ever going to get to sleep.



I awoke in the middle of the night lying on my side with Rob in a spoon position behind me with his cock in my cunt, playing with a nipple while he gradually reciprocated. The rest of the suite was quiet.



I remember thinking “How in the hell can Rob get it up again; shit this has to be five times in eighteen hours. Maybe he’s getting younger instead of older. Plus, what in the fuck is he doing to my nipple?”



The thoughts were fleeting, though. I was primarily simply enjoying this nice leisurely fuck. I periodically tensed my pc muscles, getting a thankful groan from Rob each time. The pace was so leisurely that I could almost feel every one of the nerve endings in my pussy, and in the nipple that was being abused, tingle.



I had a moderate orgasm as joy juice was jettisoned into my pussy while Rob’s cock was at its deepest penetration. Though the orgasm was only moderate for a pussy one it lasted as long as any I ever have had one last in my life. God, I enjoyed it. It was soooo comfortable and gratifying. I went back to sleep with Rob’s cock still in my pussy and his hand on my nipple.



When I woke up the next morning I was shocked to see not only Rob in our California King bed but also Justin. In fact Justin’s body was touching mine at two different places. Rob looked like he hadn’t moved from where he had passed out/fallen asleep the night (early morning) before. I sniffed Justin’s flaccid, female-cum-coated cock, but couldn’t be sure if it was my pussy juice, Kyleigh’s, or both.



“I’ll be damned,” I said to myself. “I wonder if that little sneaky shit Justin porked me in the spoon position instead of Rob?” I thought back on it but couldn’t recall the last time that Rob had ever fucked me in that position and the nipple twisting I had experienced did not match Rob’s M. O. I decided to let sleeping dogs lie (or rather let a well-fucked bitch stay satisfied), and never asked either Rob or Justin about it. I certainly never told anyone else.



I got the other revelers up since it was already noon and checkout time was 1:00 p.m. While we had the private poolside cabana until 5:00, when we had to leave for the airport, we did have to check out of our room and leave the luggage with the bellman at the front desk.



Despite our fatigue all six of us were happy campers. Why wouldn’t we be? Kyleigh and I had been fucked one way or another multiple times. Rob, Ted and Justin had each pussy fucked at least once each, as well as having had their knobs polished other ways several times. Finally in addition to two BJs Upton had tit fucked both Kyleigh and me. Yeah, we all had reason to be very happy.



We ate breakfast after we checked out since we were all starving. We went to the cabana with our pool clothes on and carrying a change of clothes for the plane.



We went for a communal swim, splashing and dunking each other and otherwise acting like teenagers. Then we closed the cabana flaps again to enjoy a little private time as we had what we resolved would be our last drinks before heading for the airport.



Not surprisingly the guys demanded that we all get naked again. All inhibitions had long ago disappeared so that happened quickly, although we booed Justin when he pretended to do a strip tease. He was horrible at it.



Kyleigh and I both licked the birthday boy’s cock as each one of us handled a testicle and he fondled our tits with his hands. The other guys were shouting shit like “When is it my birthday?” and “You lucky bastard,” as Rob let his head drop back and he grinned and groaned. I got to do the honors of actually sucking him dry while Kyleigh moved on to service Ted. I couldn’t believe that his balls had recharged enough, after all the work they did in the last twenty four hours, to send three nice squirts down my throat. I kissed his balls while he rubbed my head after I swallowed the last gob.



After Kyleigh blew Ted she repeated her trick of blowing one guy while foot fucking another, this time blowing Justin while foot fucking Upton. We had remembered lubricant, even KY jelly, so the foot fuck was even more pleasurable for Upton than the first time. Kyleigh’s little feet were a blur on his thick cock as his groans grew louder and louder. He came before Justin did, but that didn’t seem to make any difference to the three of them. Kyleigh did her flexibility demonstration again by licking Upton’s cum off of her feet.



“Our turn,” Kyleigh chimed in after she licked up the last of Upton’s cum. “Come on, Debs, let’s lie on our backs and get serviced.”



Kyleigh and I lay on our backs on adjacent lounge chairs, spread our legs, and held each other’s hand and smiled at each other. Kyleigh softly whispered to me “Thanks, big sister.” I grinned.



Rob put a towel over my eyes and Justin put a towel over Kyleigh’s.



I felt Rob’s hands on my lower legs; they slid up to my thighs and then to my pussy. Rob’s talented tongue and lips were soon torturing my clit and his fingers were manipulating my pussy lips. His tongue went in a circle then would penetrate. One hand seemed to always be pinching a pussy lip while two fingers of the other hand were briskly abusing my G-spot.



I soon started moaning; my moans increased when another set of hands started massaging my tits. After I went through an orgasm I think — but I was in such a state of excitement and pleasure that I can’t be sure — Rob left my pussy and someone else took his place. It also appeared that another pair of hands started on my tits.

Kate was bothered and starting to question her life choices. She was 21, going to college part time and on-line, had no boyfriend or romantic involvement with anyone, and knew that it would be at least another five years – if everything worked out – before she could possibly graduate from law school, her academic goal. And she didn’t even know any guys she wanted to bong, let alone have any real prospects.



Given that Kate had a near genius I. Q., was 5’7″, 115 pounds with long flaxen hair, even longer shapely legs, and a face reminiscent of Helen of Troy, it would be difficult to understand how her present situation was possible unless you knew one more thing about her. Kate had another, non-academic goal; to be an Olympian in her favorite sport, gymnastics.



Kate had been practicing tirelessly since she was seven. No weekend parties in high school but plenty of time spent in the gym developing her quickness, technique and stamina; no fun vacations during the summer but plenty of gymnastics camp sessions. While Kate had significant athletic ability she wasn’t a natural and had to make up for what she lacked in God-given talent with hard work. Things were made especially difficult when she had a growth spurt when 16 and went from having a classic female gymnast’s size and shape to the size and shape of a sexy woman, and at 21 she was now “old” for a gymnast.



While Kate went to bed bummed a good night’s sleep soothed her psyche and she woke up the next morning resolved to continue her quest. She was flying to the U. S. Olympic qualification meet early afternoon so she got in a nice five mile run, ate her normal breakfast of Greek yogurt, blueberries, and granola, and finished packing before getting a cab to the airport.



Despite her dedication to her sport Kate was not a favorite at the Olympic tryouts. She was ranked tenth in the country and hadn’t been in a meet with higher ranked opponents in six months. Although her flexibility and stamina were unmatched and negated the drawbacks of her non-typical body type and age she tended to get overly anxious before big meets, something even sessions with a sports psychologist weren’t able to remedy. However, what she now had going for her more than any other competitor was her attitude; she was going for broke. She had decided that if she didn’t make the Olympic team she was giving up the sport and concentrating on her studies.



Five participants and an alternate would be chosen based solely on their performance at the trials.



Girls and women Kate had faced off against many times in the past, plus a number of new rivals, awaited her when she arrived at the venue. Kate had always been well liked by other gymnasts but knew that friendships were out the window during Olympic trials and that the competition would be cutthroat.



Kate was on her game the first two days, able to put her most, but not all, of her anxiety behind her in the other apparatus aside from her specialty – the vault. She finished sixth overall so she would be the alternate, not an original team member.



While disappointed at least, Kate justified to herself, she would get the Olympic experience.



The buildup to the trip to London for the Olympics was exciting with all of the practice sessions, photo shoots, and press interviews. While always in the background because of her position on the team she did not go unnoticed since she was by far the most photogenic team member and often was featured in photos and videos even though she wasn’t interviewed extensively.



At the Olympic village Kate was an even bigger hit – not because she was looked upon as a favorite, like some competitors; rather she made several unofficial “hottest Olympians” lists. You couldn’t go on a website about Olympians without seeing Kate’s beautiful face and slinky body characterized as one of the ten, six, or in one case two, sexiest female Olympians.



Kate’s female teammates, and other female Olympians in the U. S. delegation, had great fun teasing Kate about it because she was so easily embarrassed and blushed at even the most indirect mention of the lists. The male Olympians from all countries had an entirely different reaction – pursuit!



Kate could not believe the attention she was getting from the male athletes at the Olympic Village. All she knew was that coming early to the Village, even if she was just an alternate, was her best move ever.



While Kate certainly wasn’t a virgin she hadn’t had the sexual experiences someone who was as phenomenally beautiful and sexy as she was would have had if she hadn’t spent most of her post-pubescent life training. It seemed that each guy in the Olympic Village was more fit and handsome than the last, and since the attitude in the Village was “fuck till you drop” as long as it didn’t interfere with your event she quickly made up her mind to take full advantage of it.



First there was the Australian swimmer; he was certainly a good fuck, but seemed too concerned with his pleasure and not enough with hers. Then there was the Italian volleyball player. He really knew how to move his dick around but for some reason her orgasm with him was muted. The French soccer player gave her a nice orgasm but was too full of himself outside of bed for her to want another session. Then came the sexual version of a gold medal match.



A Swedish javelin thrower with the very un-Swedish nickname of Blake came on strong to Kate her fourth day at the Village. He was 6′ 5″, probably 225 pounds that looked to be all muscle, blond hair, blue eyes, and an extraordinarily intriguing face – not movie star handsome but exceedingly cute, boyish, and masculine all at the same time. He spoke perfect English – probably because he had attended college and trained in America for years – and what he had to say bowled her over especially since it was said with the genuineness of a prayer and not the insincerity of a line.



“Hi Kate, my name’s Blake.”



“How did you know my name?”



“You’re kidding, right? Your face is plastered all over the Internet as one of the ‘hottest Olympians’ and when I’m not training I’m often surfing the net.”



“God, that’s so embarrassing.”



“No reason to be embarrassed; it just shows that those doing the rating have eyes – and good taste,” Blake continued, causing Kate to blush and look at the ground. “Hey, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable; how about you let me buy you a smoothie at the canteen to make up for it.”



“They’re free to athletes, Blake,” Kate laughed.



“Then you won’t have to worry about bankrupting me when you get the most exotic one on the menu,” Blake shot back with dancing eyes.



Since Blake was a hunk-and-a-half Kate was not about to refuse.



When properly motivated the athletes at the Olympic Village don’t want to waste time – Blake and Kate were no exception. After a very pleasant hour long chat over smoothies where each found the other’s personality stimulating Blake was less than subtle when he said “I know how to enhance your performance; a nice Swedish massage.”



“Performance, huh,” Kate chortled. “I told you I’m an alternate so I’m not likely going to get to compete.”



“You have to make your teammates sharp by practicing with them, don’t you?” Blake smiled, “and besides, there’s more to ‘performance’ than athletics.”



Blake had his own room – explaining that his uncle was the head of the Swedish Olympic Committee – and actually did give Kate a massage. But once she was completely relaxed their encounter took another turn.



As Kate lay on her back on Blake’s bed as he finished the massage by kneading her right foot, despite how heavy her contented eyes felt Kate perked up when Blake quickly removed his shirt, dropped his pants, then lowered his briefs. Obviously Blake liked what he saw in her since his cock was sticking upright it was so hard, looking like a big inviting lollipop above two enormous gumdrops.



Blake didn’t need to say a word; he let his prick hypnotize Kate causing her to very deliberately sit up while staring at his manhood and reach to caress both of his testicles as she moved her mouth over his helmet.



As Kate enthusiastically tongued Blake’s cock while manipulating his balls Blake so deftly removed her clothing that she almost didn’t notice that she was naked until she had to temporarily interrupt her slurping as Blake simultaneously pulled her bra and T-shirt over her head. When she tried to continue her mouth play Blake apparently had other ideas as he effortlessly lifted her above his bed and put her on her hands and knees.



By this time Kate’s pussy was dripping wet but she was surprised by Blake’s almost complete lack of foreplay. He simply manipulated his steel hard dick over her pussy lips three or four times and then buried himself balls deep in one thrust.



However what Blake lacked in foreplay he made up for first with thoughtfulness and then with passion.



Blake very slowly and purposefully alternated rotating his dick around in Kate’s tight channel, and then pulling out all the way to the tip before pushing back in. After a few minutes of this leisurely stimulating activity Kate thought she heard a noise like an end-table drawer opening but couldn’t be sure because she was already well on her way to sexual nirvana. She became convinced she had heard that noise, however, when she felt Blake rubbing a gel over her anus.



As Blake continued pleasuring Kate’s cunt with his tool the gentle rubbing of her anus was followed by tender penetration with one, then two, lubricated fingers. Never having had her anus played with before at first Kate was uncomfortable and tried to move one of her hands to stop the invasion of her anus. However when she did that she lost her balance as Blake pushed his cock to the end of her love canal.



Sensing Kate’s unease Blake assured her that she would have no pain, that she would thoroughly enjoy the experience, and that if she ever felt pain to tell him and he would stop immediately. “I need some new sexual experiences,” Kate said to herself as she bit down on a bed sheet and succumbed. Blake was right; her discomfort was shortly followed by pleasure when a stiff yet soft object infiltrated her second hole.



The enjoyment of having both of her crotch orifices filled at the same time was starting to make her brain a little fuzzy. The last actual thought that passed through her mind that she could remember was “So that’s what a butt plug feels like.” That thought had no sooner registered than Blake began pounding the shit out of her.



Each of Blake’s thrusts traversed the entire length of Kate’s vagina, and soon they were in such rapid succession that Kate had no ability to thrust back but just groaned and moaned while continuing to bite the bed sheet as what felt like every nerve ending in her body was being energized. That is she thought every nerve ending was being invigorated until Blake starting pumping seminal fluid into her at the same time that he rotated, reciprocated, and then withdrew the butt plug. Kate’s circuits were fried as her toes curled, her arms got weak, and her mind was flooded with endorphins.



Kate remembered little – or chose to remember little – of anything else that happened for the next twelve hours except that Blake seemed to have his fingers, tongue, or cock in one of her orifices almost every waking moment. Her body and mind were at a level of satisfaction and contentment far above any other in her experience,



As Blake was fingering her asshole, tweaking a nipple, and nibbling on her neck, Kate’s serenity was disturbed and she was jolted back to reality with a loud buzz from her cellphone. Almost in a trance she answered it with a hoarse “Hell-ooo.”



“Kate, where the hell are you? We need you at the practice venue right away.”



Quickly glancing at the bedside clock and trying to regain her composure as rapidly as possible Kate blurted out “But practice isn’t for two hours.”



“You’re going to need more practice time, though, because Allison just got appendicitis and has been rushed to the hospital. There is no way she will be able to compete and you need to get more practice time, especially in the vault.”



Holy shit! Competition started the next day and she wasn’t prepared. “I’ll be there as soon as possible,” she whined, ending the call and then frantically looking for her clothes.



“What’s wrong?” a concerned Blake inquired.



“I have to compete at least in the vault tomorrow and need to get to practice right away.”



“That’s fantastic!” Blake cheered, unconsciously clapping his hands together. “I have access to a golf cart so I can get you there fast, you don’t have to wait for the shuttle.”



On the way to the practice venue Blake could tell that Kate was starting to agonize over her upcoming unexpected competition. “Kate, just breathe deeply until you get your glitzy outfit on and do up your hair. Then visualize the most fun you’ve ever had and how your opponents are keeping you from repeating that fun and instead of getting hyper direct all of your energy into imagining the joy you’ll get when you defeat them.”



When Kate wasn’t doing breathing exercises to his satisfaction Blake would tickle her or tell gross jokes until she got with the program. As he dropped her off Blake asked “What time shall I be by to pick you up?”



“You don’t have to do that, Blake.”



“I want to; just so it doesn’t interfere with my practice in early afternoon I’ll be here.”



“Let me have your cell number and I’ll send you a text,” Kate smiled, entering Blake’s number into her phone and giving him a big kiss goodbye. “I had fun,” she giggled.



“If you think that was fun wait until tonight,” Blake laughed as he drove away to her shouts of “Oh no, you animal!”



Kate couldn’t believe it but reflecting on her beyond- awesome night with Blake and doing the breathing he recommended she felt much better than she thought she would when practice began. She practiced on all the apparatus, but especially the vault, and went over films of her technique during the Olympic trials. She also practiced a vault she had never tried in competition because it was so difficult, one she called the “Flying Wallenda,” just in case she had to go for broke.



Kate texted Blake just before her shower after her 8 hour day. He immediately texted back that he would be there within fifteen minutes. He picked her up with a big smile on his face and told her that his session with her the night before had inspired him in practice to sling his longest throw ever – almost 85 meters, just a little over a meter and ½ short of the Olympic record.



Kate and Blake chatted up a storm, just like they were old friends, went to dinner and then on a relaxing walk through the Village. Kate gave Blake a kiss goodnight with the intention of turning in early to get a long sleep for her first competition the next day. Blake was having none of it.



“You want the best chance to win tomorrow?”



“Of course.”



“The best chance is if you sleep with me tonight and we have some fun to relax you. You’ll get more rest than being by yourself agonizing about your meet,” Blake cooed as he rubbed Kate’s arm and back.



“I don’t think that will work,” Kate hesitantly replied.



“How many times have you agonized before meets in the past to the point where you didn’t get a good night’s sleep?”



“Gee … probably most of the time.”



“How many times did you have great sex the night before a meet?”



“Uh,… never.”



“It’s time for a change then,” Blake jokingly barked as he more carried then led Kate away.



While Kate half-heartedly protested most of the way to Blake’s room with every stroke or her back, butt, or arm by one of Blake’s hands the protests grew less sincere so that by the time they entered Blake’s room she was ripping his clothes off.



When both Kate and Blake were naked and fervent Blake sat on the edge of the mattress, Kate jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his muscular torso and they simultaneously moved their sex organs into contact with each other. Soon they were both heaving their entire bodies, panting, sweating, and swearing (at least when Blake wasn’t sucking on a nipple or Kate wasn’t biting an ear). Their mutual climax rocked their worlds, causing them to collapse in a happy pile of flesh.



Kate quickly fell into one of the most relaxing sleeps of her life. Unfortunately once her euphoria wore off her anxiety woke her. Blake woke too and had the perfect remedy; another fuck, this time slowly and deliberately while they were in a spoon position. After her vagina was stroked by Blake’s cock for a good twenty minutes he ejaculated into her again, triggering another mammoth organism that so relaxed her she was in deep REM sleep within minutes.



Kate woke the next morning raring to go with little of the anxiety that had plagued her. Her coaches and teammates noticed the difference, and her performance showed it. While she still was far from the best overall performer in the meet, or even on her own team, she posted personal highs in two of the apparatus and was second on the team and fifth in the competition in the initial vault competition in the all-around.



Kate qualified for the finals in the vault, which would be in three days. Every night she and Blake fucked each other’s’ brains out, and every day she became more relaxed and more confident.



Now it was time for the vault final. Again using his uncle’s influence Blake finagled a second row seat right near the vaulting horse to cheer Kate on.



Kate’s first vault was acceptable, but didn’t put her in line for a medal. As she was discussing with her coaches what to do for her second vault she heard Blake’s distinctive voice above the din of the crowd – “Kate, you CAN do the Flying Wallenda!”



Kate smiled, contemplated, and then told her coaches she wanted to try the highest point vault ever attempted in competition. While initially opposed the coaches could sense Kate’s confidence and determination and agreed.



As Kate waited for the score of the previous contestant to be posted she reflected back on Blake’s advice and thought “This goddamn vaulting horse is keeping me from my ultimate pleasure of fucking Blake tonight.” This caused her pussy to start leaking slightly, and out ran some of Blake’s cum obviously still trapped there from the morning fuck Blake gave her just before she left for the competition. With a big grin and fortified mind she was ready.



Running, flipping, springing, engaging, twisting and turning Kate hit the Flying Wallenda better than she ever had in practice. The landing wasn’t perfect and her legs separated a little in midair but seeing the tallest female gymnast in the competition fly so high and move her flexible body so elegantly drove the crowd crazy, especially the big blond Swede in the second row who almost crushed everyone around him with his celebration hugs. Her score was good enough for a Silver Medal, so far beyond her expectations just six months ago that she broke down in tears.



……



When Blake returned from javelin practice the next day he brought with him a photo from one of the numerous papers circulating around the Village. The caption was “Hottest Female Medalist,” of course above a photo of Kate. After teasing Kate to get her characteristic blush Blake pinned her against the wall of his room and said “I’m hoping the sexiest female medalist will get me ready for my competition tomorrow.”



“I’ll either get you ready or fuck you to death,” Kate sneered as she ripped Blake’s clothes off, pushed him down on his bed, and rode him reverse cowgirl like he was a Brahma Bull.

When Trevor came in to the Environmental Awareness Center at ten a.m. for his Wednesday volunteer shift a new receptionist was on duty. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with long auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, a rosy blemish-free complexion and a buxom chest.



“Hi, I’m Trevor Bridges,” he said extending his hand, “are you a new volunteer here?”



Ashley Thomas accepted Trevor’s hand with a firm grip, “I am new, I had orientation on Monday and today’s my first full day, but I’m not a volunteer. I’m part time. I thought I saw your name on some documents.”



“Not bad report cards, I hope,” Trevor chuckled.



“No, number one on the donors list, I think,” Ashley replied with a sly smile.



“Don’t believe everything you read,” Trevor mumbled, then continued “So what are your duties?”



“Receptionist on Wednesday from eight a.m. until two p.m., and helping out any way necessary in “Water Pollution” from eight to two on Thursday and Friday.”



“‘Water Pollution,’ that’s where I volunteer on Wednesday through Friday; I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” Trevor replied trying not to sound too excited.



“I’m sure we will,” Ashley responded with a smile and a lilt in her voice while trying as politely as possible to extricate her hand from Trevor’s.



“Oh, sorry,” was Trevor’s last, flustered, comment when he realized that he had held her hand during their entire little chat, well past the point of propriety. Blushing he scurried to the office he shared with the Center’s Director.



“Why the red face, Trevor,” Director Melissa Blomquist asked him as he walked into their shared office, “did something embarrass you?”



“Uh, no, nothing.”



“Nothing, huh — you’re the third male volunteer today blown away by our new part-time employee. You’ve never blushed around me. What does she have that I don’t besides a beautiful face, flowing hair, and big boobs?” Melissa laughed, “Oh, and thirty years less wear?”



“Hey, don’t sell yourself short,” Trevor laughed back, starting to relax, “you’re taller.”



“Obviously you haven’t seen her stand up yet,” Melissa snickered. “Now about the analysis of the dissolved oxygen and pH levels in Lake Michigan…” Melissa continued, snapping Trevor out of his mild stupor.



Trevor made a point of passing by Ashley’s desk about twice as many times that day as required. He tried not to stare when he did so, sometimes successfully, sometimes not. The best reason yet for wishing I was twenty eight instead of fifty eight, he mused when on one passing Ashley was bent over inserting documents into a filing cabinet with her round, tight ass tempting him.



When Trevor drove his Prius home that night he saw that his wife Candice’s Lamborghini was already in the garage. The masseuse’s van was parked in front. As Trevor walked into his mansion he heard mood music playing in the den. “I’m home Candice,” he roared, loud enough to be heard over the music before opening the door to the den.



“Hello Mr. Bridges,” said Carl, the masseuse, turning to face him with his hands still on Candice’s neck, “will you be wanting a massage later.”



“No thanks, Carl,” Trevor replied although he knew that he likely needed some release, but not from Carl’s knurled fingers.



“How was protecting the environment today, Hun,” Candice gurgled without raising her head from Carl’s portable massage table.



“It’s still there,” Trevor retorted as he then closed the door. I’m glad she’s getting her massage today, Trevor said to himself, I really need to fuck tonight and the probability of Candice spreading her legs, non-existent most nights, is 50-50 when she gets a massage.



Candice was in a good mood after her massage. After the butler served dinner Trevor put on some waltz music and danced with Candice, one of the few common interests that they shared, and opened up a new bottle of her favorite liqueur, Drambuie. His probability of getting laid increased about 10% with each glass she consumed. After she had had four and complained of being ‘light headed’ he carried her up the stairs, no mean task since she had put on twenty pounds since they got married thirty years ago, but doable considering his 6 foot 4 inch, 225 pound frame and his thrice weekly weightlifting sessions.



Trevor quickly removed his clothes and Candice’s and after a few minutes of kissing unceremoniously put her on her hands and knees. Doggy was not a position Candice liked but Trevor did and his motivation was sky-high so she didn’t have much choice. However Candice did offer some complainants as he stroked her hairy pussy first with his fingers and then with his rock hard cock. All she did was groan after he penetrated her, however.



Trevor pounded Candice’s pussy like he was on speed imagining that he was fucking Ashley’s perfect ass and despite Candice’s ass wiggles in protest actually stuck a pussy-juice-lubricated finger in her pucker hole. Trevor didn’t last long and soon was groaning and ejaculating, driving Candice into her own, rare, orgasm.



Trevor kept pumping long after he launched his last cum grenade, his ears interpreting Candice’s groans as those of Ashley’s. Finally he wore out, extricated himself from Candice’s sixty year old pussy, and lay next to her on their bed. Candice was out of it for a few minutes but when cognizant held Trevor’s chin while looking into his eyes.



“What got into you, stud? You fucked me like I was a three dollar whore,” Candice said, half smiling and half sneering.



“Wasn’t it wonderful?” Trevor mused, himself not yet aware enough to recognize the half sneer. “You did climax, didn’t you?”



“Yeah, I did,” Candice replied the half sneer temporarily waning from her face. After a few seconds the half-sneer returned and she persisted “Regardless of whether I climaxed, what got into you. You know I don’t like it doggy or rough.”



“Candice, we haven’t had sex in more than two weeks and I was just plain horny and needed a good fuck,” Trevor replied, realizing his mistake as the word “fuck” turned Candice’s expression into a full sneer.



“I’m not a ‘fuck,’ Trevor,” Candice barked as she started turning over to face away from him. “I’m your wife and you should make love to me. If you want to fuck get yourself a three dollar whore.”



Apparently Trevor’s words didn’t help him when he laughingly responded “I think they cost more than that nowadays.” The retort was an icy “Good Night,” destroying any hope Trevor had of practicing his favorite post-coital pastime, namely sucking tit.



Thursday and Friday at the Center were both the best of times and the worst of times for Trevor. Since Ashley was working with him, two other volunteers, and a staff scientist, he had plenty of eye candy, and things seemed to get livelier than normal because of Ashley’s sunny disposition. However with Ashley around it was hard for Trevor to concentrate on his work; she was screwing up his libido big-time!



The first weekend after Ashley started Trevor tried his best to get Candice in the mood. While he couldn’t understand why she wasn’t pleased with their last encounter since there was no denying the fact that she had a nice orgasm, she still seemed pissed. He promised to make gentle love to her rather than pound her pussy, and tried everything he could think of, without success. By the time that Wednesday rolled around and he returned to the Center he had a bad case of blue balls.



After being greeted by Ashley’s cheery smile Trevor’s condition got even worse. Somehow she looked even better than he had remembered — how that was possible he didn’t know, but she did. After another day of distraction Trevor put himself out there and timed his exit from the Center with when she was leaving.



“You’re leaving now too, huh Ashley?” Trevor rhetorically asked as he held the door for her.



“Sure am, Trevor, two on the dot like always,” she answered smiling, followed by a “Thanks,” for him holding the door for her.



Trevor liked it that Ashley called him ‘Trevor’ instead of ‘Mr. Bridges’ since it gave him “hope.” “Ashley, I often go and get something to eat after volunteering. Would you like to join me, my treat?”



“That would be wonderful, Trevor, but you see I have to pick my daughter up from day care. If I don’t pick her up on time I pay more per hour than I make at the Center,” Ashley replied while expressively touching his arm.



“I’ll pay for the extra time, if you can otherwise make it,” Trevor eagerly responded.



“You would? Why that’s so nice. I’ll go back inside the Center and use the land line to call and tell them I’ll be two hours late,” Ashley said with a big grin.



“Don’t you have a cell phone, Ashley?”



“No, I really can’t afford it, maybe the only person on the planet who doesn’t,” Ashley replied.



“Here, use mine,” Trevor said handing her his iphone.



“How do you call on it?” Ashley innocently asked.



“What’s the number, I’ll dial it for you.”



After Trevor dialed the number he handed his phone to Ashley she walked a few steps away, carried on a short conversation, then returned smiling, “All set. Shall we ride together and you drop me off back here at my jalopy, or should I follow you?”



“Why don’t you ride with me,” was Trevor’s obvious response.



On the ten minute drive to the restaurant Ashley remarked about Trevor’s ‘green’ car and made small talk while deflecting some of the questions Trevor asked her. Ashley seemed wide-eyed when they arrived at the restaurant, a Country French establishment, indicating to Trevor that this was a much fancier place than she was used to. After Trevor was greeted by name by the owner and they were seated Ashley overcame her initial awe and got very talkative.



“So tell me, Trevor, what work do you do when not volunteering?”



“Actually, I don’t really work for money anymore. Monday and Tuesday I make cameo appearances at two businesses I own but I don’t run them anymore; I have competent CEOs for that.”



“Why did you start volunteering at the Environmental Awareness Center?”



“Well, since I didn’t need to work for money but since I had plenty of time on my hands and wanted to do something socially productive and since I have an engineering background that I thought would help, I volunteered at the Center.”



“Are you really their biggest donor too?”



“Yeah — I’m not sure why they gave you a document showing that your first real day you were on the job because even though it is public information I don’t like it spread around. Please don’t mention it to others at the Center because if they don’t already know I don’t want them to. They might treat me like management — which I’m not, just a benefactor — rather than a normal volunteer.”



Ashley had lots of other questions about his family, the businesses he still owned, what other businesses he had owned in the past, and what his favorite activities were all of which Trevor was happy to answer. Both Ashley’s enthusiasm in devouring the bread that was brought to the table, and her fast consumption of a large main course, surprised Trevor. He started asking her questions.



“I see that you have a healthy appetite — how do you keep such a slim figure?”



Ashley turned completely red then stammered out “Sorry, sometimes I eat like a truck driver. I can’t afford food this good, and I guess I just got carried away.”



“I’m really sorry to embarrass you,” Trevor replied with obvious discomfort in his voice, “I’m just glad that you’re enjoying yourself.”



“I am,” Ashley smiled, placing her hand over Trevor’s and squeezing it for a few seconds. Trevor got an instant hard on and had to surreptitiously rearrange his trousers.



Recovering the best he could Trevor said “I’ve spent way too much time talking about me. Tell me about your family.”



“Well, I have a three year old girl, unfortunately my husband isn’t around so I have to take care of her myself. I don’t have any family in the area, my mother and father are separated and thousands of miles away, and my brother is a druggy living in Belize — at least the last I heard. I don’t have a real good family situation,” Ashley understated.



“I don’t mean to pry — but I guess I am going to — but where is your husband?” Trevor asked.



“I’m reluctant to say because some people judge me by it,” Ashley barely whispered, looking down at the table.



“One thing that I can assure you of is that I will not judge you by it,” Trevor replied putting his hand on hers for a second before returning it to his lap to continue to deal with his out-of-control hard-on.



“Well…,” Ashley hemmed before finally speaking, “he’s in jail for fraud. My little girl Melanie and I live where we do so that we can visit him on weekends.”



“How long is he in for?” a stunned Trevor queried, not knowing what else to say.



“If he behaves himself he has twenty five months and ten days more to serve,” Ashley softly replied, not taking her eyes from her now completely clean plate.



“How do you make ends meet with him gone?”



“Well, Monday and Tuesday I do office work for the dumpy apartment building we live in, I get Medicaid for Melanie, and now my part-time work at the Center, and there is a little still in savings from before my husband Jim’s sentencing, but that will be gone soon. But I’ll find a way to get by,” Ashley responded still looking down. Then she raised her head, again put her hand on Trevor’s even though it was on his thigh, and said “Look, I don’t want to bore you with my troubles. I get through life just fine and I’m optimistic about the future.”



“I know that I’m getting way too personal, but I’m going to ask it anyway. Why don’t you wear a wedding ring?”



“I sold it, and my engagement ring — the money I got from that is what is in savings,” Ashley hesitantly answered, with a slight tear in her eye. She quickly re-gained her composure, however, and with a smile, albeit a somewhat forced one, said “So will you spring for desert too? I’m still hungry.”



“Of course,” Trevor replied getting a big grin on his face and changing the subject to talk only about happy things.



On the way back to the Center parking lot after lunch Trevor insisted on stopping at a toy store and bought Melanie a stuffed animal “Because I took her mommy away from her for two hours,” and gave it to a smiling Ashley. After Trevor dropped off his very grateful dining companion at her junk heap masquerading as a car, and gave her $30 to cover the two extra hours of day care, he took stock of his feelings.



That woman has to be both the sexiest and most pleasant, yet most pathetic, woman I’ve ever met in my life. I have to find a way to help her.



Trevor’s interaction with Ashley on Thursday was very pleasant although both parties avoided mentioning information they had gleaned from their lunch together the day before. Trevor had some things that really needed to be done so he couldn’t leave at two with Ashley, however Friday presented a unique opportunity to Trevor.



Trevor arrived around 8:15 on Friday, shortly after Ashley. Director Blomquist was conducting an impromptu meeting. “Glad you’re here, Trevor,” she said, “We need someone to go to Lake Geneva today and get water samples, and I’m getting a bit of resistance. Ashley is willing to go but no one else seems to be. Are you game?”



Trevor took a deep breath to hide his excitement then said, “Sure, Melissa, if you need two of us I’m happy to go. What do you want us to do?”



After Melissa explained the situation and what equipment they should take with, which Trevor was already well familiar with, Trevor packed the equipment in the trunk of his car. He and Ashley took off to drive the roughly sixty five miles, a significant amount on back roads, to Lake Geneva.



While Trevor did his best to mask his enthusiasm at being with Ashley for the day eventually it got the best of him and oozed out. Fortunately it wasn’t a problem because Ashley was much more animated than at their lunch. They laughed, joked, and told stories most of the way until Trevor insisted that Ashley get out the map they had brought along and navigate rather than relying on his GPS.



The agenda called for them to take samples and do in situ testing at seven different locations in the lake. Trevor had explained one of the simple pieces of equipment to Ashley which she operated while Trevor ran the more complicated pieces. They stopped for a quick lunch at a fast food restaurant in hopes of finishing in time for Ashley to get back to pick up her daughter at two p.m., but when they still had one sample to take and it was almost one p.m. they knew that they wouldn’t make it.



“Ashley if you can extend again, like you did Wednesday, I’ll reimburse you for the extra daycare charge, and I’ll also be sure that you get paid for the extra hours you put in since I don’t want to come back here another day for just one sample.”



“No problem if I can use your phone again,” Ashley smiled. Trevor dialed the number for her again, she walked off a bit and chatted with the person on the other end, then returned and said “everything’s copasetic.”



“I’ve never heard someone your age use the word ‘copasetic’ before,” Trevor laughed, “glad to see that it hasn’t morphed out of existence.”



“Maybe I’m really your age at heart,” Ashley laughed.



On the way back to the Center Trevor and Ashley first talked about the work that they had done that day, but when still forty minutes out from the Center Trevor directed the conversation to Ashley’s economic situation.



“Ashley I’m going to be more direct than I should be, having only known you for two weeks. However, I really feel a connection with you and I want to help you with your bad economic situation.”



Ashley got slightly ashen and hesitated before saying “That’s nice of you Trevor, but what can you do?”



“Well I could get you full time work at the Center?”



“I’m afraid that wouldn’t help enough because then I’d have to use expensive day care on Monday and Tuesday rather than the inexpensive care I use now, and the extra charges on Wednesday — Friday would eat up any extra earnings on those days. You really don’t have to help, Trevor, I’ll be OK.”



“Well I could just give you a thousand dollars, would that help?”



Ashley appeared to get a little misty eyed. She undid her seat belt, leaned over and planted a long wet kiss on Trevor’s cheek with her left hand on the back of his neck and the other on his chest. Trevor almost burst his zipper and hoped that Ashley couldn’t see.



Ashley then scooted back to her seat, redid her seat belt and said “That is really sweet of you, Trevor, you may be the nicest most generous man I’ve ever met. But despite my family’s dysfunction in many ways I was brought up not to accept charity — I already have to accept Medicaid for Melanie’s health insurance and my pride won’t let me accept anything else.”



They remained silent for a minute or so when Ashley broke the ice by noticing the condition of Trevor’s cock and laughingly said “I see you need to do something to relieve yourself — what caused that?” gesturing toward his crotch.



Although he turned red Trevor decided to be bold, having been put off by Candice for two weeks and salivating at just the thought of Ashley’s body. “You did,” he gruffly responded, “aren’t you ashamed?”



They both laughed, then Trevor chuckled “Too bad money for sex is illegal in this state otherwise I could pay you to take care of my condition,” which got him a punch in the arm from Ashley. However right after she punched him she started laughing too. Once they both stopped laughing though a pall of silence fell over vehicle interior.



After a few minutes of quiet Trevor turned to Ashley — who appeared to be deep in thought — and said “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that even in jest.”



Ashley said nothing for a few minutes more while Trevor chastised himself until she finally urgently spoke up. “Pull into this parking lot here, now,” she said pointing to a motel parking lot on the right side of the road about a hundred yards ahead.

“What?” Trevor asked.



“Just do it,” Ashley responded with a commanding voice.



When Trevor pulled in and stopped the car Ashley turned to him and said “I have a business proposition that will help me out in more ways than one.”



“I’m listening,” a puzzled Trevor replied.



“I’m poor and horny, with my husband in the slammer. I don’t know any guy around that I would cheat on him with, although he knows that it is impossible that I’m going to remain celibate for two years more; that is no one except for you.”



Trevor’s jaw dropped.



“How about I give you a fifteen minute massage. You pay me $1,000 for that. If it turns into sex, well we’re consenting adults. We may not be compatible and it will be a one-time thing, but if we are you may want more $1,000 massages.”



Within seconds Trevor analyzed the situation in his mind. He had a sixty year old wife who had not aged well who except for rare circumstances denied him sex; he was as horny as he ever had been in his life; he thought Ashley was the sexiest woman he had ever seen in real life and he loved her personality; he wanted to help Ashley out of her dire financial situation and had already told himself that he would do anything to help her out; and he had more money than he could possibly use in ten lifetimes.



“Is today too soon to start?” he breathlessly asked, almost drooling.



“Go get us a room,” was Ashley’s reply.



When Trevor closed the door behind them as they entered their room he was in attack mode. Ashley stopped him — pushing firmly on his chest. “This is not money for sex. You’re going to pay me $1,000 for a fifteen minute massage, right? Then you may or may not get lucky!”



“I understand,” Trevor panted, removing his short sleeve shirt and then flopping on the bed.



Ashley took off her jeans, top and shoes so that she was only in a skimpy bra and panties almost causing Trevor’s zipper to burst, then straddled him on the bed and started massaging his neck and back. Even though Ashley’s body and hands on his skin felt fantastic it was the least relaxing massage Trevor had ever had by a light year. He kept on asking “Is fifteen minutes up yet, is it up yet?”



“You sound just like a little kid saying ‘are we there yet,’” Ashley giggled. “I’ll tell you when it’s up, just relax.”



Even though the time passed excruciatingly slowly the fifteen minutes were finally up. “Ok, MISTER Bridges,” Ashley chirped, loudly emphasizing the “Mister,” “let me give you an invoice.” With that she hopped off the bed avoiding Trevor’s attempt to grab her, went over to the motel room desk and wrote on a piece of paper there: “Back massage, $1,000,” then handed it to Trevor.



“How and when can I expect payment?” she asked with a fake sneer.



“Cash, Wednesday,” Trevor uttered getting up off the bed to take Ashley into his arms.



“How do I know that I can trust you?” she said with a sly grin, pushing the “invoice” into his front pants pocket with one hand as she undid his belt with the other.



“How about I make a sperm deposit as collateral,” Trevor asked as he deeply kissed her while she continued to undo his pants.



“If you’re going to fuck me you’re going to eat me first, and since I’ve been out and about all day I need to shower first,” Ashley said as she broke away from Trevor’s kiss at the same time that his pants and boxers fell to the floor.



“Not a chance, I’m way too horny to wait,” Trevor cackled as he lifted a giggling Ashley up onto the bed, in one swift pull removed her panties, and dove into her pussy. Ashley’s objections shortly turned into moans and “oh yeses” as Trevor squeezed both of her pussy lips and flicked her clitoris mercilessly with his tongue. Ashley started to massage her own tits only to be flustered by the fact that her bra was still on so she sat up without interrupting the assault on her pussy and removed it.



Trevor wanted to make sure that Ashley would never forget this encounter so while continuing to tongue and suck her clit and finger her labia with one hand, he inserted a finger of the other hand into her pussy, found a G-spot, and started vigorously stroking it. He was pleased with himself when Ashley had a first massive orgasm, but he fingered and sucked right through it despite her screams and pulling of his hair. When he brought her to her second, even more massive, orgasm he was extremely pleased with himself but again didn’t let up. When she screamed at the start of her third massive orgasm, but then almost went limp while she moaned incoherently, he had achieved his objective and now it was time for some relief for his throbbing cock.



While Ashley was still almost like a wet noodle Trevor turned her onto her hands and knees. He couldn’t believe how erotic her leaking pussy, framed by a world class ass and slender muscular thighs, looked — he almost came from the view alone. Trying to be as gentle as possible, but too excited to succeed, he jammed his tool into her pussy, bent over to grab ahold of her ample tits, and started stroking.



While Trevor loved it hard he didn’t know whether Ashley did so at he first took it slowly, nine slow strokes, one hard one, eight slow strokes, two hard ones. By the time he got to the second fast stroke Ashley started moaning “fuck me harder you bastard, fuck, fuck, fuck.”



With an invitation like that Trevor let loose. He was shocked that someone who had had a child could be so much tighter than his childless wife Candice, but that encouraged him even more. He pounded, rotated, and squeezed with more passion than at any other time in his life. He didn’t last long but he didn’t have to because as soon as he started grunting and unloading a torrent of cum into her perfect cunt she buckled in the throes of her fourth orgasm.



They simultaneous groaned for the longest time, neither wanting to separate, until finally Trevor pulled out exhausted and deflated. They collapsed onto the mattress next to each other and lay face-to-face grinning.



“You’re a goddess,” Trevor blurted out.



“Were you disappointed?” Ashley teased.



“It’s hard to be disappointed with your best fuck ever,” Trevor cooed.



“I’d tell you you’re a fantastic fuck,” Ashley giggled, and as she squeezed his dick helmet continued, “but I don’t want you to get a big head — it’s big enough already. But to show my appreciation I’ll continue your massage for a while, this time with my mouth.”



With that Ashley scooted down to Trevor’s crotch and took his half-hard dick into her mouth and tongued it from helmet to root, cleaning it completely while manipulating his testicles. Trevor simply groaned appreciation while stroking as much tit as he could reach.



When Ashley finished with a smile Trevor started sucking a nipple with alacrity, making it Ashley’s turn to lay there and groan.



By the time that they were both sated they had been at it for more than an hour after Ashley’s massage.



As they were both joyously getting dressed and Ashley was zipping up her jeans she stopped for a moment, went into Trevor’s arms, stared intensely into his eyes and coyly asked “Did you get your money’s worth?”



“No way that was worth $1,000,” Trevor deadpanned, then after getting a poke in the ribs continued “it was worth $10,000,000.”



“Well you can pay me that Wednesday,” she snickered. “And speaking of Wednesday, are you ready for another round then — but you have to find the place.”



“Nothing could stop me from another encounter,” Trevor shot back as he grabbed her again and zealously kissed her.



There banter on the trip from the motel to the Center parking lot was light, cheerful, and filled with sexual innuendo. They kissed at the last stoplight before the Center since they obviously didn’t want anyone else to know that their relationship had escalated. As Ashley was getting ready to exit the car Trevor handed her $145 with an explanation. “I don’t have the cash for the massage on me, that will come Wednesday, but the $45 is for the extra daycare and the $100 to take Melanie out this weekend for a special treat.”



Ashley seemed somewhat choked up by the gesture but then regained her composure and said “Thanks. That’s sweet. I can’t wait for Wednesday.”



Trevor was so giddy the entire weekend his golfing buddies asked “Why the big shit eating grin.”



“Life is good,” was his only retort.



When Candice asked “Why are you so giddy,” his devilish reply was “Because we’re going to fuck this weekend,” eliciting a bemused “Dream on,” from his surly wife.



Actually the only reason Trevor was at all interested in sex with Candice was so that he could picture Ashley’s goddess body while pounding Candice’s pussy, a stretch to be sure but not as big a stretch as his hand was.



Trevor and Ashley immediately began encounters on both Wednesday and Friday after work. Trevor’s sex life went from sub-poor to impossibly outrageously phenomenal. Ashley was a sex queen, fucking in every position he had ever imagined, and then some, willing to do anything to please, and continuously upbeat in every encounter, whether for sex or the mundane. Unless she was the best actress in the world she was enjoying it almost as much as he was. There could be no doubt that her orgasms were real, no one could fake those spasms of delight.



Trevor was also pleased that Ashley never asked for her money. Trevor would just slip it into her purse as they were getting dressed or she was drying off after a co-ed shower. After every Friday encounter he would give her a toy, piece of costume jewelry or an article of clothing for Melanie.



“Trevor, you’re going to spoil her, you can’t do that with kids,” Melanie chided after about the tenth gift.



“Hey, I never had any kids of my own to spoil — Candice never wanted any — so let me spoil her. By the way, when do I get to meet her.”



“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea with her father in jail, and with you such a friendly positive role model. She might bond with you,” Ashley replied with concern on her face.



“I promise not to steal her from your husband,” Trevor replied.



“We’ll see,” Ashley responded, “but regardless thanks for being so considerate,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a big hug.



The next Friday after Trevor fucked Ashley’s ass with two fingers as she rode him reverse cowgirl and then he gave her three oral orgasms Ashley was pretty close to comatose. Before showering with her to wake her up Trevor reached into his suit jacket pocket, hanging next to the bed, and pulled out three tickets.



Holding the tickets near Ashley’s half-closed eyes Trevor cackled “The circus is coming to town. What little girl — or big girl for that matter — doesn’t want to go to the circus. I’ve got three tickets for Sunday at one p.m. What do you say, huh, huh, huh,” Trevor continued, tickling Ashley.



“Stop, stop, okay, anything as long as you stop tickling me,” she giggled.



“I’ll pick you up at noon,” Trevor said excitedly.



“No,” Ashley moaned, “we’ll meet you at the Center’s parking lot.”



When Trevor met Melanie he was a little surprised that she had blond hair and blue eyes, but she was as cute as Ashley was beautiful, and very excited. As Ashley predicted she bonded with Trevor almost immediately, and he doted on her, carrying around and buying her anything she asked for despite occasional protests from Ashley.



Trevor was thrilled at how precocious Melanie was. However, he was puzzled by some of her expressions and the fact that she called Ashley “Li” instead of “Mom.” He was humored by her willingness to share everything with both him and “Li,” and her references to him as “UT,” which Ashley explained was who she told him all the presents she brought home were from, short for “Uncle Trevor.”



After a full afternoon of excitement Melanie was dead weight when Trevor carried her back to the car. Holding onto Trevor’s arm Ashley looked up at him and mused “So who’s your real girlfriend, me or Melanie?” then caught herself, “actually I’m surely not, just your fuck buddy.”



Trevor stopped cold, kissed Ashley on her forehead and said “While sex with you is beyond incredible you are so very much more than my fuck buddy.”



Ashley blushed.



After Trevor put the limp Melanie in her car seat, with no one around to observe her, stroking Trevor’s crotch Ashley said “Can we please have a quickie in the back of your car — no massage so no exchange of money.”



“I don’t think that I can fit, Ashley, I barely fit in the front seat.”



“Leave that to me,” Ashley snickered. She opened the passenger door of Trevor’s car, moved the passenger’s front seat all the way up, opened the rear door, and pulled her shorts and panties off and put them in the front seat. Then she hauled the wide-eyed Trevor next to the back seat, undid his shorts and boxers so that they dropped to his ankles then pushed him into the car.



With Trevor seated and Ashley standing, but bent over, next to him with the open car doors hopefully blocking the view of anyone who might happen into the otherwise empty parking lot that late Sunday afternoon, Ashley enthusiastically sucked Trevor’s cock until he was rock hard. Then, in a pseudo-gymnastics move she climbed over him and started to lower herself onto him.



“Don’t you need any foreplay….Ahhhh,” Trevor started to say as she lowered her wet pussy onto his upright cock.



Between kisses Ashley mumbled “Hell no, uhh, sucking your cock — oh shit — and looking into your eyes, ….groan… was all the foreplay I — fuck, fuck — needed; now, …ahhh, oh shit… relax and enjoy.”



With that Ashley started bouncing on Trevor’s lap like on a trampoline while she passionately kissed him and he massaged her abundant mammary glands through her shirt. He didn’t last long, shortly spewing a full load into her still bouncing pussy. Once his tank was empty she gave him one last kiss, then pushed herself off him groaning.



Though spent Trevor reached his hand out to her and said “That was phenomenal — but you didn’t climax; what can I do for you.”



Ashley smiled, gave him one more kiss as she put her panties and shorts on over her cum-coated thighs, and said “That was about you, not me, for being so wonderful. Now pull your pants back up before someone sees your glistening cock!”



Trevor drove home happy, stunned, confused, and bewildered. He was badly in need of getting his libido, emotions, and rational mind in sync.



Trevor went into the Center for a few hours Monday to finish up a project that he didn’t finish Friday because he was distracted by his upcoming fuck with Ashley and how she would react to the circus tickets. After an hour or so the Assistant Director, Tom DuBose, came up to him.



“Say, Trevor, you know Ashley pretty well don’t you.”



“Sure, we work together all the time,” Trevor replied slightly apprehensively.



“Has she moved recently?”



“Not that I know of, though I’ve never been to her apartment. Why?”



“Well I tried to send her something in the mail and it came back ‘Address unknown.’”



“Have you sent her checks to that address, or tax forms?”



“No, her checks are direct deposited and she specifically asked me to pick up her W-2 form at work at the end of last year rather than having it mailed.”



“Well maybe there is some problem with the Post Office in her area, Tom; give me the letter and I’ll run by the address to see.”



“Thanks Trevor,” Tom replied handing him the addressed envelope, “let me know what you find out.”



Trevor quickly finished his project and then immediately got into his car. He punched the address into his GPS, but it didn’t seem to register and suggested alternative addresses. He knew approximately where the street was and drove to that neighborhood.



After forty five minutes of searching the entire area around the address on the envelope, as well as the alternative ones suggested by his GPS, Trevor concluded that there was no such place as the address Ashley had given the Center — nothing close.



Monday night and Tuesday morning Trevor could think of little else but inconsistences in what he knew about Ashley. He was so distracted that he didn’t even bother to ask Candice where she was when she showed up after the butler had already served dinner with her normally pristine hair askew, although she apparently felt obligated to volunteer that she had the top down on her Gallardo 570-4 Spyder Lamborghini.



What puzzled Trevor the most was the way Melanie interacted with Ashley, other things that Ashley had told him that seemed improbable if not entirely unbelievable, how the story of how she came to work at the Center conflicted with what the Director had told him a few weeks before, and now the non-existent apartment.



What he also had to admit to himself was that he didn’t just find sex with Ashley off-the-charts fantastic but that he had fallen in love with her. Whenever he heard her voice, whenever she touched his hand or shoulder, whenever he heard the distinctive rap of her heels on the ground, butterflies flew in his stomach. Then there was the phenomenal impromptu fuck in the parking lot on Sunday!



Trevor went to the local jewelry store, bought a broach, then brought the broach to the head of the engineering department of one of the companies he still owned.



As Trevor walked in everyone in the entire department said a “hello,” and he responded in kind. As he walked into the head engineer’s office John Marley, the Head Engineer, was on the phone but immediately told the person on the other end “Something important has come up, can I call you back in about an hour? Thanks.”



“Hi, Mr. Bridges, what brings you here?”



“John you needn’t have hung up, I could have waited outside.”



“No problem, Mr. Bridges, just a supplier that I was discussing a problem with. How can I help?”



“John, I need you to have a special device made up, hopefully by tomorrow before two p.m. See this broach,” Trevor said handing his recent purchase to John, “I need some sort of a locator and a wireless microphone put in it. Then I need to be able to hear what is said into the microphone with a receiver within one hundred yards of the device.”



“From how far away does the locator signal have to be receivable?” John asked while turning the broach over in his hands.



“A mile would be best, but half a mile would work.”



“I don’t see a problem — nice broach by the way. When do you need it?”



“Can I come in before ten tomorrow morning and have a tech describe the operation to me so that I can use it tomorrow afternoon?”



“Can you come in 9:30 tomorrow? It should be done by then.”



“Thanks, John, see you then.”



After picking up the broach and receiving instruction on its use Trevor got to the Center a little later than usual on Wednesday morning. He wanted to act as normally as possible around Ashley. He succeeded at least with respect to the butterflies when the most beautiful receptionist in the world greeted him with a cheery smile and a flirtatious “Nice that you could make it, Trevor — you’ve got to stop getting drunk Tuesday nights.”



“Hi Ashley — I was saving the world this morning and it took a little longer than usual so get off my case will you,” Trevor laughed, squeezed one of her hands, and then walked back to his shared office chirping over his shoulder “If Captain America comes to see me send him right back.”



“Will do, Flash,” Ashley giggled.



When Trevor and Ashley met for their normal Wednesday fuck session that afternoon, as Ashley was slowly taking Trevor’s clothes off while kissing each newly exposed piece of skin she had a surprise for him.



“Trevor, you’ve given me plenty of money, enough to change my life style and provide for Melanie. Therefore there will be no more massages, so no more payments. In fact I don’t want the money for the extra day care time anymore. I just want to fuck and add a session on Sunday if we can.”

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