Marriage American Style
(M+/F+, inc, bi, anal, best)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Melissa looked at the kitchen wall clock as she heard the door of Jeanette's Chevy slam. She was home a little earlier than usual.

Melissa stared into the half finished salad as she put down her paring knife. She dreaded the coming session with her daughter, but there was no way to avoid it.

"Hi, Mom, what's for dinner?"

The cheery greeting made Melissa smile as she turned to see her pretty blonde daughter. "Jeanette, you're as bad as a man. The first thing you're interested in when you get home from work is food."

The girl laughed. "I guess you're right. That's what Daddy always asked about first, wasn't it? Well, I don't blame him, what are we having?"

Melissa pretended to be angry. "Hopeless. You're absolutely hopeless. I don't blame Harry for being disgusted with you. I can say one thing for your father, he was interested in food, but there was another subject that he was even more serious about."

The mention of her boy friend's name made Jeanette suddenly serious. "Oh, Mom, let's don't even talk about Harry now. The more I think about it all the more I see that it wouldn't work. I guess I should feel lucky that I found out about his tastes before we got married. It would be terrible to have found it all out afterwards."

Melissa was displeased with herself; she had not intended to bring up that subject until after dinner. But suddenly she decided to go ahead with it. "Jeanette... honey, sit down for a minute while I finish this salad. I want to talk to you about something... about Harry. Maybe things are not nearly as bleak as they seem."

The young girl looked at her mother closely, puzzled by her words. "Oh, Mom, you just don't know. You weren't there. I haven't even told you everything he said, all the things he wanted to do. It was just awful. It still makes me shiver to think about the things he likes."

"Jeanette, sit down. There are some things we have to discuss. I had intended to do it later, but we may as well do it now. Sit down."

The young blonde made no further comment as she put her purse on the table and slipped gracefully into a chair across the table from her mother. Melissa had been standing as she prepared the salad and she too sank into a chair. For a moment mother and daughter looked at each other without speaking.

Melissa took a deep breath and plunged in to a task that she did not relish. "Honey, I talked to Harry last night. I went to his apartment, in fact."

"Mother! How could you? How could you do such a thing? I don't want you to go to him begging him to take a girl that he's obviously not satisfied with."

"Oh, cut it out, Jeanette." Melissa's beautiful face wore an unaccustomed frown. "It wasn't like that at all. Wait until you hear the whole story. You're going to be damn glad I went before this is all over. Or do you want to peck a typewriter in that silly real estate office until some boy with no more money than you have marries you and gives you four or five babies in a row? Now hear me out, and look at all this from a realistic point of view for a change."

Almost an hour later Jeanette was still dazed as she stood up and moved uncertainly toward the coffee maker on the stove. "Mom, I... I just can't believe it. Any of it. That you want to give your body to him, or that he would want both of us under those circumstances, or that you would expect me to go for a plan like that. Us living there and having him take both of us. It... it's perverted."

Melissa shook her head wearily. "Give me another cup of coffee, too. You're so stubborn you've given me a headache. Jeanette, it's not perverted, it's practical. You've got to see that."

"Practical? That's a funny word for it." Jeanette poured both cups and slumped back down in her chair. "Mom, what you're telling me is that I should marry Harry, and let him fuck me while he uses you for all the other kinds of sex that he likes. On nights when he didn't fuck me you'd suck his prick or let him fuck you in the ass or anything else he wanted. I'm using your words now; my vocabulary doesn't seem to be complete enough to cover the situation."

"Jeanette, do you love Harry? If you do, you should see this as a way to avoid losing him. I admit it's a little unconventional, but the point is that you're in love with an unconventional man. And, believe me, it won't be long until your point of view changes and you see things the same way he does. That will happen, I promise you it will. And when it does you'll thank me for the rest of your life for not letting the whole thing blow up in your face now. All this is if you love him, I mean... if you don't, I don't want any part of it, either. Damn it, do you love him or not?"

Jeanette was suddenly very quiet as she stared at her mother. When she finally spoke her voice was so low that it was almost unintelligible.

"Yes, Mom, I do. That's the trouble, I do love him."

The drive had been a silent one. Melissa did not force a conversation; she realized that, despite a firm decision, her daughter was still torn with doubt as her crucial moment approached. The plan did ask a lot of the pretty young girl.

"Gee, it feels funny to be coming to Harry's apartment like this. I've been there once, and he fucked me, and you've been there once, and he fucked you. And tonight he wants to fuck us both, in front of each other. It's weird. You can say what you want to, but it's unnatural. I know it is."

Melissa restrained her impatience as she pulled into a parking slot. She tried to remember whether the Lincoln next to her was the same one she had parked by before. Then she turned her attention back to the increasingly nervous girl at her side. "Oh, honey, relax. Relax and enjoy what we're going to do. After all, baby, sex is about the nicest thing there is, and you can take my word that Harry is far above average. I suppose in a way that's what's caused the problem. Well, better a man a little oversexed than one undersexed. So just relax and enjoy it when he gets that big prick in you. Believe me, that's a feeling that you should savor, not dread."

Jeanette opened her mouth and then decided that the chances of making her mother understand were negligible. And, though it was hard to admit even to herself, she was thinking about the exquisite sensations that she would again experience. If only it were not under these circumstances.

The pretty young blonde sighed as she got out of the car and closed the door.

"Jeanette, I have to admit I'm a little surprised. Pleasantly surprised. Somehow I didn't think you'd go along with your mother's plan." Harry was grinning as he brought the seated women their drinks. "Martinis again, if that's okay with you two. Seems like I've been on a martini kick for a month."

The young girl was silent as she accepted her glass. Melissa spoke as she took hers. "This suits us, Harry. I like martinis and Jeanette drinks very little anyway."

"I may get drunk tonight. I may have to take all this." Jeanette's voice was petulant.

Harry looked at her narrowly. Her attitude was not what he had hoped for; obviously her acceptance of the situation was grudging. She would have to be shown the error of her ways; the sooner she was made to understand her exact place in the scheme of things the better for all concerned.

His voice was friendly, and at first both women missed the veiled threat in it. "Jeanette, baby, you don't seem too happy about it all. Now, I want to be sure, do you or do you not want to take part in your mother's plan? Answer carefully."

Jeanette's voice sounded slightly cross. "I'm here, aren't I? I don't pretend to like everything about the situation."

"The crucial point is whether you accept it, not whether you like it. You'll come to like it, in time. Now, the point at the moment is that I'm not entirely satisfied with your attitude and I intend to change it. As a first step in that direction I want you to understand more clearly your place in all this. Stand up, Jeanette. I want you to raise your skirt, slip your panties off, and show me your cunt."

Harry's unexpected demand shocked both women. Jeanette stared stupidly at him, too numbed to reply. Even Melissa did not react with typical promptness; her first thought was that Harry was not handling Jeanette in the right way.

"Jeanette, I told you to do something. Is it possible that you failed to hear me?"

The startled girl finally found her tongue. "Harry! What's wrong with you? How can you say such things, and in front of Mother?"

The man closed his eyes in disgust for a moment, then took a long sip of his drink before he replied. When he spoke there was a weariness in his voice. "All right, Jeanette. I'll go through this one time, and no more. If you want to marry me you'll have to accept me as I am, because I have no intention of changing, at least any further than the concessions that I've already made. You know what those concessions are, I've agreed that I'll expect only straight fucking from you; the refinements I'll get from Melissa. But I do expect to be obeyed without question when I tell you to do something. What I want now involves only a look at your cunt; it certainly does not violate our agreement. Jeanette, you have to decide, once and for all. Either you'll have to do what I want, without questions and delay, or we'll have to forget the whole thing. Am I loud and clear?"

Melissa held her breath; she was not sure that Harry's severe attitude would work. Jeanette had never been completely sold on the whole plan.

Jeanette stared into her lover's eyes as her mind struggled to evaluate the alternatives. He was clearly asking for a sexual situation that she found revolting, but somehow this did not seem to alter her basic need for this strange man. And obviously he would tolerate no further half measures and indecision.

She really had no choice; her mental threshings were beside the point. Jeanette lowered her eyes when she spoke. "All right, Harry whatever you say. I just hope you won't take advantage of me. I never thought I'd give in to a man like this."

Harry Ames recognized the pretty young girl's final capitulation. He showed neither surprise nor pleasure. "All right then, Jeanette. You know what I want you to do."

Jeanette made no reply as she looked at him for a moment, then put her drink down and slowly got to her feet. Dressed in a clinging knit minidress, she faced him, then moved slightly away from the couch and turned again to him.

"Is... this all right? Can you see what you want to from there?"

Harry sounded impatient. "See what, Jeanette? Damn it, among other things you've got to learn to use the language. What is it that I want to see?"

Jeanette was surprised by her own lack of hesitation. "My cunt, Harry. You want to see my cunt. There, is that the way you want me to talk? All right, I'll do it. I'll show you my cunt."

The pretty young blonde suited action to her words; she slowly pulled her short skirt up to her slim waist, leaving her loins protected only by sheer panties. But that protection was brief; after a moment she hooked her thumbs in their waistband and started them on a slow journey down her long, tapering legs. Finally Hey were a little puddle of material on the floor at her feet.

Jeanette stepped out of them gracefully, then bent over to pick them up. When she straightened she instinctively brought the panties in front of her triangle of curly blonde pubic hair.

But even before Harry could speak the young girl anticipated his reaction to her automatic modesty. She flung the panties to the coffee table in front of the couch and turned to face the man directly.

Harry smiled faintly as his eyes roved over the blonde curls and the pink vaginal lips that those curls only partially concealed. He remembered Melissa's pubic hair; the two beautiful females were as alike as could be expected for mother and daughter. Finally he looked up into Jeanette's eyes. "Nice, Jeanette, very nice. At least as far as I can see. I really can't tell much about your pussy. Come a little closer and spread your legs and then open your cunt with your fingers. I fucked it, but I haven't really seen it."

Jeanette felt her body respond to the peculiar sensuality of the scene that Harry was creating. The things he asked were still vaguely repugnant to her nature, but those feelings were fading into the background to make way for more erotic reactions. And those reactions were present; Jeanette felt a familiar throb in her cunt and she sensed that her nipples were becoming hard and sensitive in the confinement of her bra cups. Damn, he hadn't even touched her.

"Come on, Jeanette. Spread your legs and open the lips a little. Your cunt looks good enough to eat, an act which, by the way, you can expect to see me perform on your mother's cunt. I have a feeling it won't be long before you realize what you're missing. That's it, good. Move your legs just a little further apart. Fine. That makes your cunt lips separate a little bit. But not enough, take your fingers and pull them a little wider, then after I have a good look I want you to put a finger up your cunt as far as you can. What about that, darling, do you like to finger fuck yourself?"

The question brought back a wave of embarrassment and caused Jeanette's face to flush. It had hit home; Jeanette had used her fingers in the past as a means of solitary pleasure.

She did not answer as she brought both hands between her spread thighs and held her vaginal lips apart with the fingers of one while the forefinger of the other hand gently invaded the little crevice of her femininity. Jeanette felt mortified; this was beyond question the most lewd, brazen thing she had ever done. And yet it was also certain that her libido was responding wildly; her cunt was moist and sensitive and she knew that a caress of little clit would send her over the brink of orgasm almost instantly. And she sensed that the intensity of her reaction was more because she was masturbating herself in front of Harry and her mother than from the act itself.

And Jeanette was not the only person aroused by the sight of her fingers in her own cunt. Without taking his eyes off the superbly feminine sight in front of him Harry spoke to the older woman seated beside him. "Melissa, honey, this daughter of yours has got my prick hard. Come here and get it out and see what you can do for it. But go easy, I don't want to cum this way."

Melissa was entirely willing to comply with the man's request. She had also responded to Jeanette's enforced lewdness, and to a greater extent than she had thought possible. She was glad to have a male object to focus her attention on.

Melissa moved closer to Harry as her eyes went to the pronounced bulge in the crotch of his trousers. You're big already, she thought. The sight of Jeanette's cunt was all it took.

Harry now had more than visual stimulation. Melissa's soft hand closed around his penis under his trousers and began to squeeze and pull the large, swelling organ.

"Damn, Melissa, get it out. Don't jack me off in my pants. Get my prick out and play with it."

Melissa was happy to perform that service. She drew her hand slowly out of his clothes, bringing with it the firm shaft of his penis. Her little white hand automatically pumped slowly as her eyes feasted on the male sight.

And Jeanette's eyes were large and bright as they, too, focused on her lover's penis even as her fingers continued to work their magic on her own cunt.

"Oh, Harry, I... I never thought." Jeanette's words ended in a self-conscious blush.

Harry's attention went again to the young girl masturbating slowly and sensuously in front of him. "You never what, honey? Never had a good look at a man's prick before? That's the trouble with quick fucks in the back seat of a car, the kind of fucks that 'nice' girls give their dates. You can never do the job properly like that. And if there's anything that justifies being done right, it's fucking."

As he spoke Jeanette continued to finger her cunt in front of him while Melissa slowly pumped his penis in her clasping hand. She felt the familiar wetness in her own cunt and almost envied her daughter's opportunity for relief.

Then Melissa felt Harry's hand cover hers and halt her manipulation of his penis. She looked at him in surprise, but his words brought quick understanding. "Hold up, Melissa. You're making me cum along too fast. Tell you what, let's all go in the bedroom and undress. This time I want to see your body; the other time we never did undress when you sucked my prick." He paused and turned to Jeanette, who had stopped the movement of her fingers in her cunt, but had not removed them. "You, too, honey. I want to see you. I had you undressed when I fucked you, but in deference to your maidenly modesty I left all the lights off. This time I want a good look at both of you, and I want you to get a good look at me and at each other." Harry paused again and turned back to Melissa, who still had her hand clasped around: his erection. "Of course you did get a good look at my prick, I guess, when you sucked it. Well, you'll get a chance to see it again. But not while you suck it; I think we'll do something different this time. Come on, let's go to the bedroom."

Melissa finally released him as they stood up. Jeanette took her finger from her cunt and let her skirt drop, but she made no move to recover her panties from the coffee table where she had thrown them. Her emotions were mixed; she dreaded the coming encounter in a way, but she was also aware of a need for relief for her aroused body.

The trip to the bedroom was a brief and somewhat ludicrous looking one; Harry took the arms of the two apparently fully dressed females and guided them to his bedroom with his erect penis waving cheerfully in front of his trousers.

Once in the masculine bedroom he began to undress quickly. "Okay girls, strip. Let's make it quick this time. There'll be times in the future when I'll want to see a slow, teasing job of it, but not now. I'm already worked up; I just want to get my prick up a cunt."

Jeanette was less nervous than she had expected to be, but she was still embarrassed by the prospect of undressing in the brightly lighted room before her lover and mother. But her hesitation was more than offset by her very real physical needs, and she began to remove her dress without undue delay. She was glad that her panties had already been removed; she knew that they would have been soaked by now by juices of her arousal. Melissa also undressed quickly. She, too, was aroused, and she was anxious for the man to get the full impact of her lush body. Their previous encounter had been a somewhat odd-ball one; she could not recall a previous instance in which she had given a man complete satisfaction while fully dressed. Melissa's minisheath and then her panties and bra were quickly stripped off of her lovely body and thrown carelessly on the thick carpet.

And then all three people were nude. Harry's eyes went from mother to daughter and then back again as they feasted on the exquisite femininity at his disposal. The two women were both voluptuous and lovely; Jeanette was what Melissa must have been a decade and a half ago. And Jeanette would be extremely lucky if she resembled her mother fifteen years from now. The thought flicked through Harry's mind that it was possible that he would still have these two females at that time. Then his immediate physical needs snapped his mind back to the present. His fat eight-inch penis was so hard that it almost hurt.

"Well, I have to admit that you two are quite a pair. Melissa, your plan looks better than ever, assuming that Jeanette is properly cooperative, of course." He paused and grinned as he looked at the pretty young girl's lust filled face. "And I have an idea she will be, because I think she needs a good fucking as bad as I do. That right, honey?"

Jeanette blushed a shade deeper, but she looked at Harry squarely. "I... I am worked up, honey. I... yes, I want to be fucked. Please fuck me. I want your prick up my cunt. Please."

Jeanette's frank words caught Harry by surprise and made his penis twitch. He had expected to have to force her to use such language, but apparently the pretty girl was so aroused that she used it instinctively.

"Jeanette... don't worry, you're gonna get fucked. Right now. I was going to... hell, that can wait. Right now I got to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Come on to bed, sweetheart."

Harry held out his hand to Jeanette and escorted the lovely girl the few short steps to the bed in a fashion that would have seemed ludicrous to a disinterested spectator. But it was likely that such a thing as a disinterested spectator was a distinct impossibility; certainly Melissa was far from disinterested as she watched the man take her nude daughter to the bed. Completely out of the action for the moment, Melissa moved closer to the bed so that she could see the coming events. She was not even aware that she was standing in a slightly ungraceful position with her legs slightly apart and one forefinger already in her wet cunt. On the bed Harry had forsaken his usual foreplay for direct action. He put the willing girl on her back and moved beside her as he ran one hand in between her soft thighs.

"Okay, Jeanette, spread your legs. I'm gonna leave out all the extras this time; I'm gonna fuck hell outa that pretty little cunt. How does that sound to you?"

Jeanette's hand stole down to his loins in a quickly successful search for his penis as she answered. "Oh, Harry, I'm ready. My cunt's ready for your monster prick. Fuck me, darling, I can't wait. Please... Hurry, fuck me. I want your fat ten-incher up me."

Again surprised by Jeanette's lewd language, Harry abandoned his digital stimulation of her crotch. Her cunt was soft and ready, and his penis was hard and ready.

He gave a little grunt of passion as he rolled between Jeanette's spread thighs. She bent her knees as she brought them up above his back while he adjusted himself in her warm and wet crotch. His unguided penis rubbed fitfully in the soft curls of her pubic down.

But he could not resist one refinement. He started to tell the aroused girl beneath him to take his organ and make the insertion, then he decided to delay long enough to let Melissa guide his penis into her daughter's cunt.

He turned bleary eyes to the side of the bed. After a moment he made them focus on Melissa as she stood there with a finger in her cunt. Harry grinned fleetingly; he was too aroused himself to make the obvious jokes about Melissa's activity. "Melissa, baby, come on over here and help me. Want you to put my prick in her cunt. Come on, it's not every mother that gets to help her daughter fuck."

Melissa did not respond immediately as she looked at Harry and tried to interpret his motives. She probably had little choice, short of fouling up the whole situation, but her response would at least be somewhat different if he was being deliberately degrading in his actions.

But she decided quickly that he was merely adding interesting refinements to his procedure. And Melissa had no objection to this; on the contrary, she welcomed the opportunity for a close view of the entry of his penis into Jeanette's young body.

She smiled as she moved to the bed and stooped over to run a hand in between their bodies. She grasped his penis and was surprised to find that it was even larger that it had been before. "Harry, you must be ready. Your prick's harder than ever."

But he was impatient. "Damn, baby, don't play with it, stick it in her cunt. You'll jack me off if you keep fooling with my prick."

Melissa giggled as she tried to follow his instruction. She brought the almost purple head of the throbbing shaft to Jeanette's blonde pubic curls and rubbed it on the soft, wet lips of her femininity. But the actual entry was easier said man done, and Melissa found it necessary to work her other hand into the cramped space between their bodies so that she could open her daughter's vaginal lips with her fingers. Melissa pulled on his penis.

"All right, Harry, put it in. I can't do it all for you, you have to do some of your fucking yourself."

The man did not hear her as his organ slipped into Jeanette's young body and he slipped into incipient ecstasy. Melissa withdrew her hands quickIy as he plunged to full depth in Jeanette's excited channel.

"Oh! oh, Harry... you're so huge! Your prick fills my cunt so... oh, just leave it deep in me for a second. It feels so good... God, you're HUGE!" Jeanette's eyes were closed as her lovely blonde head threshed from side to side while the man supported his torso above her on stiff arms. His eyes were almost shut as he savored the feeling that Jeanette's tight little cunt produced as it nipped at his hard organ. But he saw the enticing sight that her full breasts made as they shook and rolled beneath him and his eyes popped full open again. Jeanette's knees and calves twitched at his sides and finally locked across his back.

Melissa was now lying on her side on the edge of the bed as she watched the man prepare to begin his strokes of passion into her daughter's willing body. And there was no doubt of Jeanette's willingness; she moaned in pleasure as her arms went around Harry's neck and drew him down to her heaving breasts. "Harry, darling, go on, fuck me. Move your prick in my cunt. Oh, it's so wonderful. Fuck me, darling, I'm going to cum."

And that was Harry's problem, the reason that he had not already begun his motion. He knew that his orgasm was near and that any serious stroking would trigger it. He was reluctant to give up the pleasure of impalement in Jeanette's young body so quickly, and so he lay on her with his penis at full depth in her cunt while he made only the most subtle rotary motions as he stove to walk the narrow path between further stimulation and climax.

But Jeanette was not to be denied. She began to rock her young hips beneath him as she urged him to begin the motions of love. "Harry, please, fuck me. Stroke my cunt with your prick, darling. Please, I need it. You've got to fuck me, hurry, darling."

And he could not resist her pleas or his own desires. With a little curse of desperation, Harry pulled his throbbing organ almost out of Jeanette's little body and immediately plunged it back to the full depth of her cunt in a thrust that was almost vicious.

Jeanette squealed in delight as her legs threshed uncontrollably. "Oh, God, Harry, fuck me, fuck me! That's wonderful."

So close to the copulating pair that she could feel the heat of their engagement, Melissa's own arousal reached the verge of culmination as she watched her daughter take the man's penis. Melissa's fingers were back at her own loins as one invaded her vulva while a thumb rubbed her sensitive clit.

Harry plunged blindly in and out of Jeanette with a lack of finesse that was unusual for him. He had given up on all the refinements for this session; they would have to come later under more controlled conditions. For the present he could only give way to his basic needs and rut into this fourteen-year old girl's sweet cunt like an inexperienced schoolboy. And he would not have even this crude but wonderful pleasure for long.

Harry felt the beginning surges of his orgasm. "Jeanette, I'm cumming! I'm there! Oh, you sweet damn fuck... take it, take my cum! I'm shootin'! Take my cum up your pussy."

His words and the slashing organ in her tender body pushed Jeanette over the brink. She closed her eyes and moaned unintelligibly as saliva trickled out of her gasping mouth. "Go on, darling, I'm with you. I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I feel your cum shoot in me. Oh, fill my cunt full. Fuck me, darling, always fuck me, fuck me like a dog!"

And the third person in the room also reached orgasm as the sensual words of the two people in front of her combined with the efforts of her own fingers in her cunt to bring Melissa a culmination that was only slightly less intense than that found by Jeanette and Harry. Melissa's eyes stayed on the pumping penis in her daughter's body as her own orgasm peaked and then began to subside. She saw a little white gush of semen escape Jeanette's vulva and run down the crease between her threshing ass. Melissa finally closed her eyes and sighed as she tried to stem her own vaginal sensations by bringing her working fingers to a halt in the liquid channel. But she could not close her ears to Jeanette's passionate mewing, and Melissa began to realize for the first time what a sensual female her daughter was as she listened to Jeanette's mumbled words.

"So good. Harry, I never realized. This time I felt it when you came. I felt your cum squirt out of your prick and into my cunt. Maybe I felt it go in my womb, do you think that's possible? I just know when I came it was perfect. Oh, fucking is wonderful. Harry, darling, I want you to fuck me all the time."

The satisfied and exhausted man was a little surprised by Jeanette's words as she squirmed gently beneath him. His shrunken penis was still in her cunt, and he could feel the pool of semen which now filled her femininity. "Jeanette... baby, you sound like you're seeing the light. You're right, fucking is good, but it's not the whole story. I'll show you other things that'll really blast you off. You'll see what I mean when I suck your cunt, and you suck my prick."

His words made Jeanette's euphoria evaporate. She had been enthralled by the exquisite sensations of her orgasm, but she was by no means ready to abandon herself to these other lewd acts that he seemed to be so interested in. If he insisted on those he would have to do them with her mother, as the plan had specified.

Her mother. For the first time since the insertion of his penis Jeanette thought about Melissa. She turned questioning eyes to the side and was both startled and embarrassed to see her mother lying on the edge of the bed facing them. Damn, she had seen the whole thing, she had seen Harry's prick moving in and out of her cunt, and she had heard the things that they said. What a thing for a girl's mother to see.

Harry raised himself slightly off of Jeanette's reddened breasts as he looked down into her moisture streaked face. "Jeanette honey, you hear what I said? We can start some real loving now that you're seeing things right. I knew you'd come around, baby, I just wasn't sure how soon."

Jeanette turned away from her mother and looked up into Harry's face. She realized that he had misunderstood her, that perhaps for a moment she had misunderstood herself. She did enjoy his love making, but those other things were still out of the question. "Oh, Harry, I didn't mean. I did enjoy you fucking me, I admit it. But those other thing; darling, you agreed that I wouldn't have to do them, that mother would take care of that. Please, darling, you agreed."

Harry sighed as he pulled his shrunken organ from Jeanette's body and rolled off of her to slump down between the two women. Damn, for a minute he had thought. "Okay, Jeanette, I'll stick to the agreement; it's just that for a minute I thought you'd come out of your damn shell. Beats me how you can enjoy fucking so much and still be so damn backward about the rest. Well, like I said, you'll come around... umf!"

The man's little exclamation was caused by his surprise at the feeling of a feminine hand again on his penis. Melissa's orgasm had been a relatively light one, and her sensitive libido was ready for further action. She had intended to pause so that all of them could wash and recuperate, but she suddenly found her hand going instinctively to his male organ. Its condition was not discouraging; it was not completely soft, and it began to twitch and throb in response to her hand's skillful stroking. The shaft was wet and sticky with the combined results of their orgasms, but Melissa had never been repulsed by male sperm.

She squirmed closer to him and brought one lush breast against his arm as her experienced hand began to work in earnest on his deflated penis. Melissa moved her face against his ear and began to nibble on the lobe as she ran her tongue in the little opening. "Harry, baby, I need a little attention from this sweet prick of yours. He seems all worn out at the moment, but I'll put him back in shape. Honey, if you want some more loving, I'll give it to you. Anything you want. But remember, I want to cum, too. What do you want, honey? Want Melissa to suck your prick again?"

Harry lay staring at the ceiling as he savored her expert touch on his hardening penis and considered her offer. Well, since Jeanette refused. He rolled partially toward Melissa, careful not to interfere with her busy hand at his loins. "Okay, sweet, you deserve some fun, too. But I don't want a blow job right now. I'll probably take a long time to cum this quick after screwing Jeanette. Tell you what, I think I'd like to bugger you. Can you cum from being fucked in the ass?"

Melissa drew in a sharp breath; she had not quite expected this. But it was part of the agreement, and she had no real objection. The act was one that she had not performed in a long time and it would probably hurt a little until she got used to it again, but she should have no trouble reaching orgasm.

"Yes, Harry, I... I usually can. You'll have to be easy with me; I haven't done it in some time."

The man laughed as he felt his penis harden in her fingers. "You know me, baby, old 'easy Harry'. I'll go slow as you want. Probably couldn't cum quick if I wanted to. Feel my prick? The idea of fucking your asshole'd gettin' it stiff again."

Melissa giggled. "I've noticed. I don't see how you can get hard this quick. Harry, I believe you need two women to take care of this giant prick you've got. I've never seen one just like it."

The man laughed. "Glad you appreciate real talent. If we can just get this silly daughter of yours to see things the way you do."

"She will. But right now just concentrate on me. I need it. See what you've done?" Melissa's question referred to the condition of her cunt; her free hand had grasped one of his and led it to the center of her sex. He needed no further urging; his experienced fingers slipped into the wet channel and then found the little knob of her clit.

Melissa's beautiful hips jerked in an involuntary spasm as she reacted to his touch. It felt good, very good. Her own hand tightened on his penis and began a stroking action as it reached almost full hardness. While her complimentary comment about his sexual abilities had been mostly for his benefit, the fact remained that he did seem to have a little extra something going for him.

Both participants were ready for more direct action. Melissa's mouth was still close to his ear as she lay beside him. "Honey, I think you're ready, and I know I am. But I think we need something on your prick if you're going to bugger me. It's still slick with your cum but that won't last when you put it in my asshole. Have you got some Vaseline?"

Harry immediately saw the wisdom in Melissa's remark and a pleasant little extra feature occurred to him. He twisted slightly to look at the young girl who lay, temporarily forgotten, at his other side. "Jeanette, your mother's right, we should use a lubricant. Get that jar out of the drawer in the table on your side of the bed. How would you like to do the honors?"

Jeanette did not catch the full implication of his question as she turned and raised up on one elbow to open the table drawer. She rolled back toward the man and held the jar out to him. "Here, Harry."

But he did not take it. He grinned as his hand continued to stroke Melissa's cunt while her hand pumped slowly on his now erect penis. "Jeanette, baby, I asked how you'd like to do it, put it on for us? You can rub it on my prick and in your mother's asshole. Bet you've never done that before."

Jeanette experienced a strange feeling as she understood his lewd request. She felt an initial stab of the expected reaction, shame and embarrassment that he should ask such a vulgar thing. But this response was rather quickly replaced by another one that was more compatible with his plan. What would it be like to do such a thing? She had already secretly begun to enjoy handling his penis, and though the thought of handling her beautiful mother's ass was not appealing, there was an element of curiosity involved that offset most of her reluctance. And, besides, she had no real choice, short of causing a major argument over a fairly small point.

"Harry, I... oh, you're terrible. You shouldn't ask me to do such a thing. With my own mother... for that matter, you shouldn't want to do such a thing yourself. It's just not proper."

The man chuckled. "Well, I can agree with a little of that. It's probably not proper. Of course there are people who seem to think that no sex is proper. Fortunately they're losing control of public standards. But, hell, at the moment I'm not worried about public morality. What I want is to fuck Melissa's butt, and I want you to help me. Come on, honey, we're ready. Put some of that on my prick, then I'll have your mother get up on her hands and knees so you can get some up her asshole."

Jeanette flushed at his words, but she made no protest. She removed the jar's lid, then hooked a dainty finger into the gray substance and pulled out a glob which she quickly put on the head of his penis. For a moment she felt her mother's hand on the thick organ as Melissa continued to stroke the base of it while Jeanette smeared the head with the thick lubricant. But Melissa moved her hand away as Jeanette began to work down the fat shaft.

"Okay, that's good. Now for Melissa." Harry turned back to look at the impatient blonde who lay at his side. "What do you think? I believe you might as well just get in position for the fuck. I'm gonna screw your butt dog fashion, so get on your hands and knees and spread your cheeks. Jeanette can work the Vaseline up your asshole. Okay?"

Melissa's aroused body was more than ready. Even the particular act he proposed, never among her favorite sexual variations, now seemed highly attractive. "Yes, Harry, it's okay with me. Just hurry, you've got me all worked up and I want your prick up me."

The beautiful, mature woman moved gracefully to a position near the center of the large bed as Harry and Jeanette moved slightly to give her the room she needed. She knelt on spread knees, then, with a smile at both of them, leaned forward so that her heavy, swinging breasts brushed the bed as she rested on her elbows and forearms. She wiggled slightly to find the most comfortable position, then turned bright, excited eyes toward her pretty young daughter.

"All right, darling. Put the Vaseline in my asshole. Hurry, baby, mother needs to be fucked."

Aroused rather than repulsed by the vulgarity of her mother's words, Jeanette moved toward her exposed bottom and looked at the lush ass. She had seen those ass before, under casual, non- sexual circumstances, but this time they seemed to have an entirely new significance, as did all of her mother's lush body. Melissa somehow now seemed to personify sex... lustful, pleasurable sex for sex's sake.

But another spectator grew impatient. Harry's voice disclosed his own renewed passion. "Go on Jeanette, hurry. Got to get my prick in her."

And suddenly Jeanette herself was anxious to perform her sensual chore. She leaned over Melissa's exposed bottom and separated the firm white ass with one hand, bringing into view the rosy, puckered little aperture that was her mother's ass. She stared in fascination at the dainty orfice; it was the first ass that she had really ever seen.

"Jeanette, baby, move. Her asshole is pretty, all right, but I got a better use for it than just lookin' at it."

Harry's words prodded the young girl into motion. With almost no remaining reluctance she brought her petroleum jelly smeared fingers up to the crease between Melissa's ass. She explored the crevice briefly, then brought her fingers to the tight little asshole itself and began to gently force the greasy substance into the little opening.

Jeanette felt her mother's hips quiver as her finger invaded the entrance of the tight channel. The young girl was surprised by her own stimulation; this act, which would ordinarily seem perverted, now seemed perfectly natural. And interesting...

But Jeanette's venture into this new sexual area was to be brief. The sight of her attention to her mother's ass was also a powerful stimulant to the man who was already impatient.

"Jeanette, move. Get away from her ass, I can't wait any longer to fuck it. No, wait. Want you to take my prick and stick it in. You can see how to do it better than we can. Hurry, take my prick."

Jeanette's mind was in a daze compounded of sexual arousal and surprise at her part in the activity. But she moved instinctively to carry out his instructions; her hand went once more to his crotch to grasp his now familiar penis while the fingers of her other hand again spread her mother's asscheeks. And then Jeanette brought male and female together; as Harry moved awkwardly on his knees to come closer to Melissa's waiting bottom Jeanette successfully guided the head of his penis to the crinkled little opening that was her mother's ass.

"There, there, Harry. It'll go in, push it in mother's ass. Oh, damn." Jeanette's distraught words were spoken mostly to herself as she realized that one of her hands had, seemingly on its own initiative, gone to her own loins and invaded the still soaked channel of her cunt. The fingers automatically sought out her clit.

Jeanette's eyes were closed as she swayed on her spread knees on the bed. She was only dimly aware of Harry's little shout as he penetrated Melissa's bottom; the young girl was almost overcome by the evening's unprecedented combination of sex and alcohol. And when her rubbing, plunging fingers brought on her orgasm the combination proved to be too much. She blacked out as she pitched forward on the bed in an erotic swoon. In a reflex action her fingers continued to work in her little cunt as Harry and Melissa began to hunch and buck in their own efforts to find release.


"Good morning Mr. Ames."

"Good morning."

Harry glanced at the timeclock as he passed his secretary's desk. Nearly ten... damn, he thought, I ought to get here a little earlier. Well, hell, one of the few advantages of owning a business these days was the privilege of setting your own hours.

In his private office, Harry threw his briefcase on the desk and his coat on the couch. He moved to the picture window behind the desk and stared out into the back lot of his plumbing supply business. A sixth sense, developed partly from his own experience and partly inherited from his father, enabled Harry to feel the status of his business from watching the activity in the lot. His intuition was, in some ways, a more dependable guide than his accountant's financial reports. The feeling that he got today was a satisfactory one, but it did nothing to offset the nagging conviction that had formed in his mind six months ago that he would have to spend more time on his business if he expected further growth. And he'd better keep his eye on that new competitor on the south side.

"Harry."

The feminine voice made him turn. His secretary smiled as she approached him. Her approaches were always an event of interest; at twenty two Nancy's development had peaked, both literally and figuratively. The two most obvious peaks, and the ones that had prompted Harry to hire her over a year ago, were now somewhat restrained in the cups of a size 36E-cup brassiere.

The pretty brunette smiled as his eyes made his routine check of her bosom. Nancy wore, as she always did, a snug blouse that made his inspection both efficient and pleasurable.

"Harry, you never seem to get tired of them. Although I must say that you haven't done much with them lately. Not since you got so tied up with your girlfriend," Nancy pouted prettily. "I ought to be jealous."

Harry grinned. He had a genuine affection for his secretary; they understood each other perfectly and served each other's needs well. Her lush body was always available to him, in the office or at her apartment, and he had made considerable use of that availability. In turn her pay was above average, and she also valued the real friendship that had developed between them. Nancy was perhaps the one person from whom Harry had no secrets. But he had neglected her lately.

"I know, baby. But since I started fucking Jeanette, and now her mother, I just don't have quite as much left over as I used to. Don't worry, I'm not gonna neglect you too much. Besides, I doubt that you've been hard up."

The pretty brunette perched on the corner of his desk in a pose that pulled her tan miniskirt up high enough to show a hint of her panties. She was still smiling, but her tone was serious. "Well, I won't say I haven't had any, but I really don't see anybody much now. They all just seem to want to fuck me and nothing else, and a girl gets tired of that. Well, not tired of fucking, exactly, but even when you're not looking for a love affair you like to at least sense a real friendship. I... well, I guess that's why I give my cunt and everything else to you, I feel like we're friends." Nancy paused and suddenly blushed slightly. "My God, what a way to be talking at this time of the morning. I was beginning to sound like something out of a woman's confession magazine, wasn't I? Don't mind me."

Harry put a hand on the soft but firm flesh of her thigh and ran his fingers up into the intimate area between her legs just below her panties. But, strangely, the caress was not a sensual one. For once, his probing fingers managed to express his feelings for the girl over and above his appreciation of her body.

Nancy seemed embarrassed by his disclosure. She suddenly stood up and let her skirt fall as far as it would as she tried to assume a businesslike air. "Well, if you're going to be here this morning I have quite a stock of invoices that bookkeeping wants you to initial. And Mrs. Evans is here about the job. Jean Simpson is due in less than an hour. Do you want to see Mrs. Evans now?"

The mention of the woman's name startled Harry; he had forgotten about the appointments for interview that he had made several days ago. His reaction was mixed; he was really not in the mood for this sort of thing this morning. Still, an interview of this kind had to be interesting.

He looked up at Nancy. "She look okay?"

The girl nodded. "She's pretty. Has a good figure. She should be okay if her attitude's right."

Harry flashed a grin up at his secretary as he fished in a desk drawer for the file folder with the woman's application. "Yeah, attitude, that's what keeps you from handling this job yourself."

The expression that crossed the girl's face made him instantly regret his remark. There was a suggestion of hurt feelings and some anger in her voice. "Damn it, Harry, I don't appreciate that. I made it clear a long time ago that my pussy wasn't available to your damn customers. Sometimes you treat me like a whore. Maybe I am, in a way, because I work for you and let you fuck me. But I... oh, hell, if you don't understand by now you never will. I'll send Mrs. Evans in."

Nancy whirled and started for the door. Harry regretted his remark, even though he felt it was obvious that he had made it jokingly. "Wait a minute, damn it. Don't priss your little ass out of here like that. Come here."

Harry made what was, for him, the considerable concession of standing up and walking around his desk toward the hesitant young brunette. He held out his arms end, after a moment during which she looked at him accusingly through moist eyes, Nancy gave a little sob and ran into his arms. She pressed her lush body against him hungrily; he reacted, as always, to the sensual pressure of her large breasts. His hands went around her waist and slipped down to her soft ass.

"Oh, Harry... don't pay any attention to me. I don't know what's wrong with me today, I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself. Well, I'm menstruating, for one thing. Anyway, I know you were joking."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he stroked the cheeks of her bottom. He was glad she had seen the light without a long explanation of how much she meant to him, even though the explanation would have been true. He was just not in the mood for that sort of foolishness, at the moment.

He pinched one buttock hard enough to make her squeal. "Okay. Now, if you're straightened out, suppose you send Mrs. Evans in. I hope to God she's not menstruating; I don't know of a more useless thing than a menstruating woman."

Nancy had at least partially recovered her sense of humor. She reached between their bodies and, pinched his soft penis through his trousers. "You bastard. I hope she's menstruating so much she's bleeding out of her mouth too. But I suppose you'd just fuck her in the asshole, wouldn't you?"

But Nancy was smiling as she turned her face up for a kiss.


Harry dropped the application form into the file folder and looked up at the pretty and obviously nervous woman seated in a chair across from his desk.

"Well, Mrs. Evans. You have a good background; good enough for a job as a regular secretary, I think. But this job is not an ordinary one, you understand that, don't you?"

The woman nodded. "Yes. I'm not sure I understand the whole situation, but your secretary did explain some of the... features of the job."

Harry smiled at the woman's delicate phrasing. In her late twenties, she had the voluptuous figure that was a prerequirement for his position. As he surveyed her he agreed with Nancy's evaluation, she had the body if her attitude was right. Well, hell, the sooner he established this the better.

He looked squarely at the woman. "All right, I think we should get down to cases. Let me lay it on the line. The real point of this job is that it will involve keeping my customers, and potential customers, happy. And, that means in bed. In short, you'll have to fuck them, and do whatever else they might want, at least within reason. Am I making it perfectly clear?"

The woman blushed beet red at his frank language. She stared at him as though she hardly saw him, and Harry could sense her mental turmoil. He felt a wave of impatience as he began to doubt that this woman was really prepared for a job of this nature. And, damn it, after being told in advance what the requirements were.

"Well, Mrs. Evans? I'm waiting for your reply."

The reply was not the one he expected. The nervous woman made an obvious effort to pull herself together. "I... yes, Mr. Ames. I understand. You see, I have to have the job. I have to make as much as I can, and I haven't found anything else that pays this much. I... I can do what you want me to."

Harry studied the woman through skeptical eyes. He just did not think she would go through with it; she was not the type. Still, if she was desperate enough.

"Mrs. Evans, you apparently have some rather compelling reasons for taking this job. I don't want to pry into your personal affairs, but I do need to judge your seriousness about the whole thing. Frankly, I get the impression that you're here only as a last resort, and that under normal circumstances you wouldn't even consider a job like this. Am I right?"

The woman seemed to have recovered part of her composure as she looked at him through clearer eyes. "Yes, you're right. I'm glad it shows; it makes me feel a little better. But I guess it really doesn't matter; I suppose all whores feel they have a good excuse for being what they are. And that is what it amounts to, isn't it? I will be a whore, won't I?"

Harry found himself puzzled and somewhat intrigued by the woman's attitude. "That's a pretty harsh assessment, Mrs. Evans. I don't think you have to be that hard on yourself."

The woman's smile was grim. "Oh, come on, be honest about it. You want me to entertain men with my body, let them fuck me and do whatever they want to me, and my inducement to do this is money. A little more money than I can make at a regular job. Well, it means that I'm selling my cunt for money... and a woman who does that is a whore, isn't she? Oh, maybe I can consider myself one cut above the woman who lets her customers fuck her in alleys behind bars, if that's any satisfaction."

Harry found himself increasingly curious about this pretty woman who was obviously engaged in a gigantic struggle with herself. "Mrs. Evans... I get the feeling that you've got some good reason for wanting the extra money. Want to tell me about it? It might help us both for me to understand the situation."

The woman shrugged with a motion that made her breasts bounce. "There's not much to tell. It's a pretty typical situation, I guess... three kids, some doctor bills coming up on one of them, and an ex-husband who won't put in a cent. Oh, I don't want to talk about that. The job, are you going to hire me?"

The question brought Harry's mind back to the practical aspects of the moment. He had about made up his mind that the woman was not suitable, but her story had made him partially change his mind. And she was a damn sexy woman.

"Well, we're not quite that far along yet. If you're sure you want it, and that you understand clearly what's involved, then the next step is to see how well qualified you are."

The woman looked at him blankly for a moment, then flushed as she understood his meaning. "You mean you want to fuck me, is that it? I believe in second rate novels they call it 'sampling the merchandise'."

Harry could not restrain a grin. "Well, if you want to put it that way. I'm sure you can understand my point of view, since this is a customer-relation kind of thing I have to be sure that the relations that my customers get will make the right impression ."

The woman was not amused by his weak little joke. She sat with nervous hands twisting in her lap as she looked at him without speaking. Harry could sense that the final round of the battle with her conscience was now taking place. He also knew what the outcome would be.

Her voice was low and her tone indicated a sense of defeat when she finally spoke. "All right. I'd already made up my mind before I came here; I don't know why I make it harder by going through the whole thing again. I just don't have any choice, that's all there is to it. I... you can fuck, or whatever you want to do." She paused and looked around the office. "Are we going to do it here?"

Harry was pleased by her submission and also more interested in sex with her than he had realized. Three kids... her body failed to show it.

"Right here, this time. It's not the best place in the world, but I've had some good pussy on that couch."

The woman stared at the somewhat worn leather couch at one side of the room. "I can imagine. Well, do you want me to undress?"

Harry chuckled as he felt his penis twitch at the prospect of seeing her nude body. "It's best that way. You might open the door and tell my secretary not to bother us before you undress."

The woman looked at him, and then at the intercom system on his desk. She was perceptive enough to understand that his request was part of his effort to condition her to the environment in which she would be operating. Without speaking she rose and moved to the door, giving Harry his best look yet at her supple body. The look confirmed his original impression that she was properly equipped for her new position.

Her words startled Harry as she pulled the heavy door open and spoke to Nancy in the outer office. "Miss... Mr. Ames wants not to be disturbed. He's going to fuck me."

Harry roared as the pretty woman closed the door and turned to face him. But the woman did not share his laughter as she looked at him with a serious expression. "All right, Mr. Ames. Do you want me to undress now?"

Harry was still chuckling as he got to his feet and walked over to the standing woman. "In a minute. I want to feel you a little bit before you take your clothes off."

He moved to her side and ran his eyes down her full figure as he evaluated her body and the way she wore her clothes. He would get a better look at her body when she was nude, but his customers would from their first impression of her while she was fully dressed.

He could see no objection to the initial impression that she made. He knew from her application form that she was twenty eight years old, but neither her age nor the three children that she had borne seemed to have had any adverse effects on her figure. Her breasts were large and firmly outhrust, her waist was trim, and her hips were softly rounded. He moved a hand up to her bosom and put his fingers lightly on the firm flesh. As he began to caress one breast through her clothes he put the other hand down on a firm buttock and squeezed that enticing flesh.

As he began to fondle the woman Harry stared into her face. Her eyes avoided his for a moment, then she seemed to realize that this was all a part of her test and she forced herself to look at him and smile. Some genuine amusement spread into her smile as she realized that her thoughts had been an open book to him. And his hands did feel good; her experiences with men had been too few and far between lately.

Harry abandoned her bottom and moved around in front of the standing woman. He brought both hands to the mounds of her breasts for a moment, then stepped back slightly. "Well, Mrs. Evans, Dora, isn't it? Now suppose you undress." He looked at his watch. "Hell, we don't have time. I was going to ask for a nice, slow strip, but I have another appointment coming up, so we'll have to hurry this a little. Pretty uncivilized to rush sex, isn't it?"

The woman's mind seemed to be on something other than the need to hurry. She had seen the young girl waiting in the outer office and she knew that the girl's youth would make her a formidable competitor. Dora Evans decided that she had best cinch this job while she had the chance.

And so her reluctance gave way to a sensuality that was almost aggressive. She moved toward Harry and looked into his eyes while one of her hands went to the crotch of his trousers and began to pet the modest bulge she found there.

"I feel something nice. It's not very big yet, but I can take care of that. I bet you have a nice prick, Mr. Ames. I know my cunt's going to enjoy it."

The woman's words surprised Harry; they represented an almost complete reversal of her previous attitude. Well, whatever the reason, the change was welcome. And effective; she felt his penis surge under her touch.

Dora leaned forward to bring her face to Harry's. Her little pink tongue flicked out and ran lightly over his closed lips. His reaction was a little slow; by the time his mouth opened to capture her working tongue she backed off with a little pleased laugh. "Well, Mr. Ames, looks like I do get to you a little. Frankly, it makes me feel good. I haven't been with many men lately, but I guess that will change now, won't it?"

Harry made no answer as he watched her fingers make fast work of the fasteners on her clothes. In a moment her dress was on the floor around her ankles, and as she stepped out of it he noticed that even the heavy brassiere she wore could not entirely calm the motion of her large breasts when she moved. In his self chosen role of connoisseur of the feminine bosom Harry found himself anxious to see her breasts nude.

And his attention did not go unnoticed by Dora. "Well, I can see you like them. I think most men do; even my husband, who seemed to lose most of his interest in me, never seemed to quite get over them. Maybe if I take my bra off you can see why."

The woman reached behind her back for the catches. In a moment the bra was loose on her chest, but the cups were still smugly encased around their soft contents.

The woman wore a pleased smile as she bent forward and worked the cups off of her breasts with both hands. Finally she let the bra fall to the floor with her dress. When she straightened up her hands held the heavy mounds in a gesture that was simultaneously protective and provocative

Then the protective element faded as her hands began to fondle the big globes in a manner that was frankly erotic. Harry could see her nipples harden under the action of her own fingers.

He drew a deep breath and shifted slightly as his erect penis became uncomfortably cramped in the confinement of his trousers. "You've got me pretty worked up, and my pants are getting a little tight. How about helping me out? After all, it's your fault."

The woman laughed softly. "I guess it is, isn't it? Okay, I'll see what I can do. Your prick felt good while ago when it wasn't even hard." The pretty, mature woman paused and looked up into his face. "You know, it's funny. I never have used language like this before. These words, I mean, even to my husband. But I guess if I'm going to do the things it won't hurt much more to talk about them will it?"

Harry's arousal precluded much interest in philosophical questions. "I wouldn't think so. But right now let's concentrate on my prick. Wouldn't want him to choke to death."

Dora laughed again. "No, that's no way for a prick to die. Of course he may drown in my cunt. It's already wet. Here, let me see. She was standing close to him now, nude except for brief panties, garter belt and hose. Both of her small hands went to Harry's bulge for a momeet, then she attacked his zipper and in another moment she had his erect penis out of his clothes and was rolling it gently in her hands.

"My... Mr. Ames, it is nice. It's funny, I never thought of a man's penis before quite the way I'm thinking about yours. Maybe I've got a different outlook about it now that I'm going to fuck for money. Or maybe I just haven't had enough lately, I don't know... anyway, your penis... prick seems nice. Awfully nice. And from the way it feels I think it's a little interested in me, too."

Harry's hands were back on her nude breasts as she fondled his penis. "More than just a little. You've got me hot as hell. Tell you what, you slip your panties off while I strip. We can play another time, right now I need action. But first give it a little kiss. My prick likes to be kissed. Then we'll fuck."

His words made the woman stiffen, but in his arousal Harry did not notice it. His request that she kiss his penis was, under the circumstances, not surprising, and Dora recognized this. Nevertheless, the request did trigger a fresh wave of anxiety and doubt. She stalled, holding his penis in both hands as she looked down at the hard shaft. Damn, why did she have to be so sensitive about this particular thing? It was an act which she had enjoyed and at which she had been highly proficient in the early days of her marriage. She had known, at least subconsciously, that it would be part of the required repertoire for this job, but apparently she had never really come to grips with that fact during her tortured decision making processes. Well, she was face to face with it now, and there could be no further avoidance of the issue. And, hell, morally what was the difference whether she took a man's penis in her cunt or her mouth?

She felt Harry's hands leave her breasts and go to her shoulders to exert a gentle but firm downward pressure. "Go on, baby. Suck it for a minute, then we'll fuck on the couch. I'm not gonna cum in your mouth this time. Hurry up."

The trance like feeling that she had overcome earlier enveloped Dora again as she allowed herself to sink to her knees in front of him. She looked again at his penis, now immediately in front of her face; and tried to steel herself for the coming ordeal. She felt his fingers in her hair behind her head and she knew that they would exert a pressure if she did not quickly accept his penis.

She stared at the organ as one of her hands continued to grasp its base. Her hesitation was not based on a physical repugnance; on the contrary she had, in the past, found this act to be a particularly satisfying one. But that had been with her husband, during the happy part of their marriage. This penis belonged to a man whom she did not really even know, much less have any real feeling for. And yet it had to be done.

"Dora, baby... come on, honey. Give it a nice little suck. Then I want your cunt."

The woman closed her eyes and forced her head forward. She felt the head of his organ brush her lips, and she instinctively turned her head to avoid the contact. In an effort to conceal her feelings she rubbed the hard and yet velvet surface of Harry's penis on her cheek as she reached again into his trousers and withdrew the wrinkled sac of his testicles.

Dora continued to rub his erection on her cheek as her other hand fondled the mounds in the loose sac she held. She did feel a little of the old physical reaction that her husband's penis had given her, but she also sensed that her response in this would, and could, go no farther. And yet she would have to make herself do it.

She felt his hands in her hair begin to turn her face back squarely toward his loins. Again the head of his hardness rubbed over her lips, and again she could not bring herself to open those lips.

"Come on, honey. What gives? You having some second thoughts? Sorry, baby, but you've got to suck my prick, and others, if you want this job."

His words were the expected ones. Hell, the decision had been made, and her stalling now was only making it worse. Dora stifled a sob and forced her reluctant lips to open and spread around the head of the throbbing organ.

Harry sighed in pleasure as he felt her acceptance of his penis in her warm, wet mouth. His physical arousal prevented any subtle awareness of the nuances of that acceptance, and he rather roughly hunched forward to thrust more of his shaft into the woman's mouth.

Dora's eyes were still closed as she felt his penis penetrate her mouth and make contact with the back of her throat. She began to gag; she had never been able to take a penis this far into her mouth without problems. But she made an honest effort; her tongue and lips caressed the hard shaft and she tried to begin a series of short bobbing motions with her head to move her mouth on his penis in a simulation of the strokes of love.

And her effort might have been successful, but Harry inadvertently killed the chances when his passion got the best of him. His body began to tremble and his fingers tangled in her hair as she heard him mumble far above her working head. "Baby, I'm gettin' too close. Didn't mean to cum this way, but. Honey, I got to finish, I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Suck it, baby, suck my big prick. Damn."

But his words had an unexpected effect on the woman on her knees before him with his penis in her reluctant mouth. She would not, could not, permit him to climax in her mouth. He had asked her to suck his organ only as a prelude to conventional sex, and now he was changing the ground rules in the middle of the game. She would not do it, she could not make herself do it. It was beside the point to tell herself that she had already agreed to do it, that this was no worse than it would be later on with the clients. And the fact that she already had his penis in her mouth meant nothing. The simple fact was that she could not take his ejaculation in her mouth.

Dora rocked slowly back on her knees and let his throbbing penis slip out of her mouth. One of her hands was still on it as she turned her wet face up to look at him. "I... Mr. Ames, I'm sorry. I just... I can't do it. I thought I could, but I can't. I'm sorry."

Anger flooded over Harry as his lust saturated brain finally understood her refusal. Damn prick teaser, get him all worked up and then back out.

But the tears in her eyes as she knelt in front of him and looked up with anguish in her face erased part of his anger. He sensed that she had made a sincere effort to go through with it. But effort was not enough; he needed release. Hell.

The nude woman struggled to her feet as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't even have come here, but I thought. I'm just not the right person for the job, Mr. Ames." Her wet eyes went to his waving, painfully hard erection. "I... I'll make you cum with my hand, if you want me to. But that's all I can do, I'm sorry."

Harry considered her offer briefly, but he wanted more than manual stimulation. Then suddenly he thought of the other applicant waiting for her interview. A young girl, perhaps not as inhibited as this woman.

"Never mind, Mrs. Evans. I understand; no hard feelings. But I do have a little problem, and maybe the other girl can help me with it. I wonder if you'd mind gathering up your clothes and going into that room to dress." He pointed to the door to an adjoining office that was vacant at the moment. "I imagine that you agree that there's not much else to discuss."

The woman nodded as she stooped to pick up her clothes. She seemed to feel a little better, and she realized that her decision had restored at least a part of her self, respect. Dora Evans managed a small smile as she turned to leave the room with her clothes in her arms. "I agree, Mr. Ames. No hard feelings here, either." She had to repress a giggle at the sight of the man standing fully dressed but with his erect penis and testicles exposed. "I hope the other girl takes care of you." She opened the door and was gone.

Harry stared stupidly at the door for a moment, then absently rubbed his penis with one hand as he moved to his desk and leaned over to punch the intercom. "Nancy, is the girl out there? Okay, send her in. What? No, Mrs. Evans is not suitable. She'll be leaving through the other office. Nancy, this kid look okay? I don't want another dry run. Good. All right, have her come in. What's her name? Yeah... okay."

Harry clicked the intercom off and then faced the door, still leaning on his desk. A vague thought that he probably presented a ludicrous sight with his prick and balls hanging out crossed his mind, but he didn't give a damn. The other broad had worked him up to the point that nothing mattered except to get his rocks off in a female some way or another.

Harry was suddenly aware that he was staring at a cute miniskirted young girl who was in turn staring at him with wide eyes. She recovered first; a peal of feminine laughter came from the almost tiny blonde. "Mr. Ames, you... you look like you're in bad shape. Did the other doll leave you like that? Damn, your pick looks like it's ready to pop. And that's okay with me as long as it pops in my pussy. Boy, I knew this job involved fucking, but I didn't know it would start out like this. Well, I can't think of a better way to start."

Harry grinned at the girl. She was obviously the answer to his present problem, and very likely the girl for the job. She was extremely young, but a quick survey of her small body showed no deficiencies. And, most important, her attitude seemed to be right.

"Glad to hear you talk like that, Jean. Jean Simpson, isn't it? I have got a little problem here. Think you can solve it for me? We can take care of the other part of the interview afterward. How about just coming on over here."

The young girl did not have to be coaxed. With an expression that seemed to include about equal parts of amusement, curiosity, and simple lust, she moved close to him as he continued to lean back against the edge of his desk. Her eyes were on his penis, and she reached out and touched the end of it with the tip of one finger. The touch was mild but somehow tremendously suggestive, and Harry felt his arousal escalate another notch. Damn, he'd shoot on the carpet yet if he wasn't careful.

The girl rubbed the little orifice in the tip of his organ for a moment, then raised the finger so that they could both see the glistening wetness that it had acquired. Then she brought the finger to her lips and into her mouth as she savored the fluid from his penis. The gesture was simple bait erotic and made Harry cup her cheeks in his hands as she slowly pulled her finger out of her mouth and smiled at him.

He grinned back, feeling slightly foolish but not caring. This girl, who looked like she should be in school instead of in his office teasing his penis, was exactly what he needed at the moment.

"Jean... Jean, I guess this is a little abrupt, but I want to fuck you. Right now. We'll get to details later; in any case you won't regret it. Sound okay to you?"

The girl smiled and nodded. "It's okay with me, Mr. Ames. I knew this was a fuck job, although I didn't know it would start exactly like this. But I'm all for it." She paused and looked around the room. "How do you want me? Want me to kneel down and suck you off right there?"

Harry considered the offer, which was attractive but somehow not exactly what he wanted at the moment. What did he want?

His eyes fell on a low, straight chair by his desk. "Jean, we'll make this a quickie and take a good slow fuck later. Pull your skirt up and take your panties off and lean over that chair; I think the arms are about the right height. Or maybe you'll want to put your elbows and forearms on the seat. Anyway, I'll fuck you from behind, dog fashion. I mean your cunt, not your asshole. We'll get to that later, but right now I don't want to take the time to go slow, and all that. Sound okay?"

The young girl smiled up at him as she again reached for his penis, this time to capture it in the full grip of both of her small hands. She began to rotate it gently between her palms as she started a simultaneous stroking motion. "Sounds okay to me. To tell the truth, I sat outside thinking about you fucking that other broad in here and I got hot as hell. I bet my panties are soaked. I'm glad I've got a juicy cunt, but there are times."

"Yeah, I know. Right now I'm about to have a juicy prick." Harry's hands covered the girl's and stilled their motion on his penis. "No more of that, baby, I'm too close. Come on, slip your panties off and bend over that chair, I want to fuck."

The girl giggled as she complied. Small and blonde, the girl seemed to be no older than about seventeen. But her body was complete, and Harry, usually a devotee of lushness in the female figure, found himself intrigued by the girl's petite build.

But he was really too aroused to appreciate the subtleties of the feminine body at the moment. He needed relief, and almost any woman who was reasonably attractive would seine his immediate needs.

The girl moved quickly as she sensed that this was not the time for delay. She raised her miniskirt high enough to slip off her bikini panties, and she continued to hold the skirt above her pubic mound after the panties were on the floor.

"Like me? I'm not a real blonde, as you can see. I'll dye my cunt hair if you want me to, but I won't bleach it. I have a girl friend who tried that, and she got so sore she couldn't fuck for two weeks. I don't think you'd want that to happen to me.

"No, I wouldn't. Jean, baby, less yaking and more fucking, huh? Come on, honey, over the chair."

The girl laughed again as she bent over the chair that Harry indicated. Immediately he saw that the position was unworkable; the girl was so small that their heights were incompatible for what was, essentially, a standing position.

"Damn. Won't work, honey." Harry looked around the room and then back at the chair. "Come on, you're gonna sit on my prick. You like to do that?"

The girl watched him as he quickly sat down on the chair and stretched out so that his body was almost in a straight line. Harry was still fully dressed except for his genital exposure, but the sight was no longer funny to the girl because her own growing arousal made sexual relief an increasing necessity for her, too.

"Okay, sweet, straddle me and sit on my prick. Glad your cunt is wet, because I don't intend to fuck around, or maybe that's exactly what I am gonna do. That's it... comfortable? Let your cunt down on my prick. You hold it and guide it. Easy, God, baby, don't try to bend it. It's so hard it's brittle, you'll break it off."

The young girl was now on top of Harry with her legs spread across his as she reached under her crotch to grasp his penis and hold it in position. "If it does break off can I have it? I'll just put it up my pussy and leave it there. The best dildo yet... oh, God, that feels good. Honey, you sure fill my cunt. I think it's coming up my throat."

Harry did not answer the eager girl. His eyes were closed as he savored the entry of his penis into her tight sheath. He knew that his pleasure would be brief, and he hesitated to begin a stroking motion.

But the girl was not hesitant. Her own arousal demanded relief, and she paused only briefly after the initial penetration before she began to move her loins in a stroking motion that caused her tight cunt to move sensuously over the length of his shaft. Her position was awkward and somewhat uncomfortable, but the results were more than satisfactory for both of them.

And then, unexpectedly, her movement ceased. Harry opened startled eyes and finally made them focus on the girl's smiling but intent face.

"What the hell, baby? Don't stop humping now."

Jean leaned forward and kissed him lightly without resuming her motion. "I will, lover, I need this fuck as bad as you do. I need the job, too, I am hired, aren't I?"

In spite of himself Harry had to grin. "You little prick teaser. Yes, damn it, you've got the job, provided you get that little cunt back to work and make me cum before I change my mind."

Her hips were already ill motion again. "No problem, lover. You just stay still and let little Jean fuck that big prick of yours. If you don't like the way I make you cum I won't take the job." The girl was hired.


Melissa was silent as she stared at her son-in-law. His request had caught her by surprise; she had not been prepared for the sort of thing that he asked of her. And she had very little choice; if she objected it could cause serious problems just as he and Jeanette were leaving on their honeymoon.

Harry looked up from the bar at the lovely woman who was his wife's mother. "You're not very responsive, Melissa. I had hoped you wouldn't object, you have to understand that I'm asking you to do it only because it is sort of an emergency. The girls that I usually use for this kind of thing are not available tonight for one reason or another. Hell, I hired a girl permanently a couple of days ago to take care of my customers but she's already booked up for tonight. These two just came in unexpectedly and I didn't have a chance to make any plans. But they represent an outfit that builds apartments in six states and I can't afford to lose their business. Melissa, darling, l don't like to ask you, but l just don't have any alternative. I want you to understand that."

Melissa sighed; she knew that he knew that she could not refuse. It was this, as much as anything that she resented. "Harry, I... well, I want to be cooperative, but I'm not used to things like this. What... I mean, what exactly would they expect?"

Harry laughed in a way that seemed almost humorless as he searched beneath the bar for ice. "Damn, I thought sure we had ice. Well, hell... sometimes you're more naive than Jeanette. They expect sex, of course. I don't know their detailed preferences, but your abilities should be varied enough to handle the situation. They may not want anything but straight fucking. I'm sorry I haven't got another girl to send with you, but that's the way it is. I don't feel like asking Jeanette to go, right before we start our honeymoon. I'm sure you can understand that."

Melissa found herself increasingly shocked at his casual manner. It had never occurred to her that he would ask such a thing even of her. Now he had implied that only special circumstances prevented him from considering his wife for such a task. Damn, she had known Harry was pretty far out in his sexual thinking, but this was more than she had bargained for. Had she made a mistake when she had conceived this whole plan, this arrangement under which she as well as Jeanette was available physically to this man? Certainly she had never dreamed that he would consider his privileges transferable to his business customers.

But the issue was never really in doubt, and they both knew it. Harry smiled confidently as he tossed off the rest of his drink and picked up a little pad from a shelf behind the apartment's tiny bar. He scribbled on the paper for a moment, then tore off a sheet and held it toward Melissa. "Better take this so there won't be any foul-up. And don't be late; you've got less than an hour."


Melissa's mind was still angry and confused as she spotted the motel two blocks ahead. She slowed the new Thunderbird in an unconscious effort to delay her arrival as much as possible and was rewarded by an impatient horn blast behind her. But she was not even aware of the other driver; her thoughts were focused grimly on her present situation and the larger implications that it brought up. It was probably true that Harry would not have asked this of her under normal circumstances, at least not quite this soon, but the whole thing made his basic outlook uncomfortably clear. Melissa's desire for Harry and Jeanette's marriage, so strong a few weeks ago, now began to seem like a possibly monumental miscalculation. And yet she could not afford to question the whole situation so soon. Besides, maybe this was an exception.

Melissa was startled by the realization that she had already entered the motel grounds. She stared dumbly at the crowd of children at one of the motel's two pools, then turned her face away from the noisy group with the realization that it would be best not to be recognized. She drove past the pool into an area that was growing dark in the gathering dusk and stopped the car to fish nervously in her purse for the slip of paper Harry had given her. She found it and looked at the number on it, then up at the nearest room number.

Melissa let out a little startled cry as the ground's lighting system came on and destroyed the slight sense of privacy she had felt in the gloom. She lurched the car forward as she tried to decipher the room numbering system.

Melissa crossed her legs and watched the men's eyes go to the flesh of her thighs, which was shown to advantage by her miniskirt. The subject of their interest was obvious, but at least they were younger and less unattractive than the mental image she had had. And they seemed to be pleased by her appearance.

The youngest, a man apparently under forty and with only a hint of a paunch, spoke in a voice that was obviously intended to put their pretty visitor at ease. "Well Melissa, I'm glad it worked out this way. I... well, I have to say that I wasn't too happy when Harry told me he was sending his mother-in-law, but I had no idea that his wife had such a lovely mother. Harry's wife must be awfully young."

The other man, who seemed to be about fifty and had lost most of his hair, laughed a little too loudly. "Yeah, she probably is pretty young." He grinned at the younger man. "We'll probably get to find out sooner or later; Ames hinted that he'd have sent her this time except they were leaving on their honeymoon. How 'bout that? We'll probably get to fuck his wife later on. And right now his mother-in-law, of all people, looks like a pretty good piece of ass to me."

Melissa sucked in a sharp breath as the import of their words hit her. Not only were the men as crude as she had first feared, but Harry's unwarranted frankness with them held grim implications for the future.

"Did you hear me, baby? I asked you if your daughter is a good fuck. I bet she is if she's got a body like yours. Say does Harry fuck you too? I bet he does, from the way he talked. What about it, honey?"

Melissa looked blankly at the men, appalled by their unnecessary vulgarity. Damn them, they didn't have to talk this way.

But even the younger man's conversation was suddenly lewd. "Hey, Charley, you know what? I bet we could have a party and fuck both of 'em at once. Mother and daughter at the same time, on the same bed so everybody can watch everybody fuck. How 'bout that? You ever done anything like that?"

The older man grinned as his eyes stayed on Melissa's legs. "Yeah, a long time ago. Stayed in a hotel in Miami where this maid sneaked her daughter in for the men. Only charged five bucks, and the two of 'em would do anything you wanted. Used to have one suck my prick while the other stuck her tongue up my ass, and then I'd fuck one and have the other one suck my cum out of her pussy." He paused and seemed to consider. "Course a dollar was worth something in those days."

The younger man laughed. "Yeah, prices have gone up quite a bit since World War One. But, what the hell, this fucking won't cost us a thing." Then he turned back to Melissa. "Hey, baby, you never did answer the question. Does Harry fuck you?"

Melissa stared at him as she tried to keep her feelings from showing. She was mad, but Harry was the real culprit, and it would only make things worse to antagonize these men. "Let's not worry about other people; let's just think about what we're going to do. What do you boys like?"

Neither man pressed the question. The older man, who seemed to be his companion's superior, chuckled as his eyes continued to rove over Melissa's figure. He seldom looked at her face. "Well now, honey, we're not too particular. We do like variety. What you got to offer?"

Melissa made herself continue the preposterous conversation as the thought struck her that this was probably the standard whore-- -customer routine. Well, why not? There was no other way to accurately classify her function here... and for that matter maybe she had really made a whore out of herself when she made the deal with Harry in the first place. Certainly he seemed to see it in that light.

The younger man seemed displeased. "Melissa, you got a hell of a habit of ignoring somebody when they talk to you. Charley asked you a question, and you just sit there."

"Sorry. I... my mind's kind of wandering, I guess. This is the first time I... I've done anything like this, and I'm a little nervous."

The older man spoke. "Yeah, I think that's the truth, Andy. Don't bitch at her; I think Melissa's gonna be real sweet to us. That right, honey?"

"That's right. You won't have any complaints." Melissa had suddenly decided to cooperate fully and get this distasteful episode over as quickly as possible. Then she would have a chance to reevaluate the whole situation, but in the meantime she could not afford to make any hasty decisions. And, since it had to be done, she might as well make it as pleasant as possible for the men and herself. It had been a long time since she had dealt with two men at once.

Melissa decided to get the activities underway. "Well, boys, maybe you'd like to see what Harry's giving you. Would you like me to undress?" Both men grinned. "Hell yes. I'm ready to fuck. Let's get this show on the road." The younger man turned to his associate. "How you want to work it, Charley? You want me to go in the other room to start with?"

The older man seemed disgusted. "Not unless you're bashful about the way you fuck. I'm sure as hell not. Let's have the little lady undress and play with us a little, then we'll decide what to do. My problem is that I'm at the stage where I can't usually cum but once a night, so I don't wanna waste it. At your age you oughta be good for three comes, anyway."

The other man grinned. "Usually. Except with my wife. You know, it's a funny thing, Barbara can get me hot the first time as quick as any female in the country, but I've got to where I can hardly even fuck her twice. But when I've got a broad like Melissa, I can usually screw her three times, and maybe more. It's hard to figure, I guess it's just that a man gets so used to his wife. Hell, I hope I don't get to where I have trouble fuckin' her the first time."

Charley smiled faintly, but he seemed to have little real interest in his companion's marital situation. His eyes were still locked on Melissa, and now he beckoned to her. "Come on, baby, let's see what you got. I can already see it's gonna be good."

Melissa felt a slight sense of relief as she stood up and prepared to undress for the men. She did not want to expose her body to them, but since it had to be done there was a certain secondary satisfaction in the activity involved. It seemed easier than just sitting there subject to their lewd looks and remarks.

Melissa wore a smart, low cut minisheath. She pivoted to let them see her back and bottom, then reached behind herself to pull the dress' zipper while her back was to them. She heard a mild exclamation from one of them as the plunging "V" of her bare skin revealed by the opening fastener showed that she had bothered with neither bra nor panties.

"Hot Damn! I thought from the way her tits wiggled she didn't have on no bra. You know, I made Barbara go to a dance without a bra awhile back, but nothing much happened. I guess her tits are a little too small to bounce the way Melissa's do under her dress. Turn around, honey, and let's have a squint at those books."

Melissa worked the dress off her shoulders as she pivoted. She could not help but be pleased at the obvious impact of her nude breasts on the two men as she faced them squarely. "There they are, boys. I hope you like them, sometimes I worry that they're too big."

As she teased them Melissa brought her hands up to cup the massive, heavy E-cup mounds. She began to fondle and knead the firm flesh as she watched the men's reaction. Finally her fingers moved to her pink nipples and quickly completed their arousal; in a minute the little buds were erect and sensitive even to her gentle touch. "There, my nipples are hard. Can you tell from there? It's a shame that a girl has to play with her own tits to get her nipples hard. But I guess some men just aren't interested in a girl's books."

Charley grinned at Melissa's teasing. "Yeah, you are havin' a hard time, sweetheart. Tell you what, suppose you march that little ass of yours over here and we'll see what we can do. Maybe we can help you a little."

Melissa pretended to hesitate, then she walked slowly to the couch on which they both sat. She moved in between the couch and the coffee table which was now covered with glasses and beer cans and came to a halt between the two men. Her hands were still on her immense breasts, and she rubbed her hard nipples again and then once more cupped the heavy mounds in her palms and held them out toward the men.

"Here, I've done all I can with them. It's up to you now to make them feel better."

The men seemed willing to accept their responsibility. Each took a breast and began to fondle it with eager hands. Their eagerness was, in fact, a little too pronounced. "Oh! Boys... be gentle. Don't maul them. Titties should be handled gently. There... that's better. Oh, that feels good. Do you like my boobies?"

Melissa got no verbal answer; both men had been seized with a simultaneous desire to sample her breasts orally. The sight of the beautiful, mature woman standing before the two seated men while they sucked her nipples like hungry infants might have had humorous overtones to a disinterested spectator, but these three people involved were far from disinterested. The libido of all concerned was responding wildly to the sensual situation.

Melissa was no less affected than the men. She closed her eyes and rolled her pretty blonde head back while her hands went to the heads of the men to press their working mouths even more firmly to her sensitive bosom. "Oh, God... that feels good. I like to have my tits sucked, and it's good to have them both sucked at once."

But the men, enthralled as they were by the lush bosom, had other things in mind. The older man was the first to draw his face away from Melissa's wet breast. "Okay, Melissa, we've worked on you, now you work on us. Drop down here between us and get our pricks out. We'll show you what we're gonna give you."

Melissa was more than willing. She had accomplished the considerable task of putting all of her doubts and fears out of her mind for the time being, and this left the pleasant subject of physical gratification as her only current concern.

And the sex organs of the two men were vital to the gratification. Melissa's eyes were wide with expectation as she sank to her knees between the men and reached for the interesting bulges which were visible in the trousers of each. Her soft fingers closed on the bulges and she found herself pleased by the conditions that the bulges represented.

"Oh gee! I think you both have lovely pricks. They feel so nice, they're hard already, and I haven't even got them out yet. But I will."

The aroused woman quickly pulled the zippers on the men's trousers. Then, as she kneeled between them, her hands went into their clothes and found both organs of pleasure. She grasped them firmly and began to squeeze and pump them without bringing them out of the trousers.

It quickly became apparent to Melissa that her initial impression of their arousal was not entirely correct. To her surprise she found that the penis of the younger man, though large, was still fairly soft. Finally she brought both organs out into view as her hands continued to fondle them.

"They are nice. Charley, you're already hard enough to fuck me. Andy, honey, I'll have to give you a little something extra."

The significance of her remark did not escape the older man and he suddenly looked over at his companion's organ as Melissa's hand continued to caress it. "What the hell, Andy, is the old man gettin' ahead of you? Hell, I got twenty years on you and a pretty girl can still get me hard quicker than you." The man rocked in laughter. "Hell boy, maybe you need a little help with Barbara."

The younger man grinned weakly as Melissa continued to masturbate both of them. "Don't worry about it, Andy. I can take care of the home front. For that matter, I can take care of Melissa, too. Want to put a little money on how many times each of us can cum?"

Charley's laughter subsided gradually. "I guess not, I know my limits. But looks like I do get worked up faster than you do."

Melissa took over in an effort to keep the situation on an even keel. "You did get hard a little faster, Charley, but Andy has about caught up. The fact is both of you have lovely pricks. Either one of you can be proud of it. I don't imagine your wives ever complain.

"No, not usually. Melissa baby, suck it a little. I want you to suck my prick a little, then we'll undress. I guess to keep it even you ought to suck Andy's a little, too, if it's hard enough, that is."

The younger man laughed, secure now in the knowledge that his organ was erect, and was likely to remain that way much longer than the older man's. But he had no objection to the suggestion.

"Suits me. Go on, baby. Take his prick first. Age before beauty, and all that."

Melissa found herself curiously willing to proceed. This was without doubt the lewdest thing she had ever done, nude to the waist, she knelt between two men whom she barely knew as she fondled their organs preparatory to taking them in leer mouth, but she was herself aroused and surprisingly eager to comply with their demands.

"All right, boys. I... I don't mind sucking your pricks. I've never done it before, not like this, I mean, but I don't really mind. I bet your pricks taste good." Melissa's voice trailed off as she leaned toward the older man with her eyes on the tip of his erect penis above the grasp of her white hand. She slowed her hand's pumping motion and stared at the clear precum that she had caused to come out of the peehole in his penis. Then her face was at the hard organ and she turned slightly to rub it on one soft cheek. She faced it squarely again and kissed it lightly with warm but closed lips. After a moment her mouth opened to reveal a pink, wet tongue which first licked her own lips and then flicked out to make contact with the man's penis. The contact made both people quiver. Melissa closed her eyes as she took the organ deeper into her warm mouth and began to suck gently on it. The man groaned in pleasure as he also closed his eyes and rolled his head back against the couch. Melissa's working mouth began to make little wet noises as she sucked. And the younger man was by no means left out of the sensual tableau. His eyes were open and locked on Melissa's face and mouth even as one of her hands continued to pull and stroke his penis. Her tempo on his organ was set by the rhythm of her head as it began a bobbing motion on the organ between her lips. She was aware of the old feeling in her own unattended crotch; still covered by the lower part of her sheath, her cunt was moist and beginning to throb. And then the evening's first chapter was ended by the man who was profiting most from it. Charley put his hands in Melissa's blonde hair and gently lifted her face from his crotch. "We better let up, baby. I may get hard faster than Andy the first time, but the second time would be something else. I want to make my first orgasm a long one, because it'll probably be my only one. And I can't take much of that little mouth of yours without shootin' in it."

Melissa stared at him somewhat stupidly as her lust filled mind had trouble following him. But her attention was quickly diverted.

"Well, I haven't got no problems, baby. Come over here and see how Andy's prick tastes. If you want a load of cum I'll give it to you. Don't wanna brag, but I've been told that my cum's got about the best flavor of anybody's. Used to have a girl who'd jack me off and catch the cum in a jar so she could save it to eat when I was gone."

Andy's tale of the remarkable qualities of his semen failed to amuse Melissa. Her eyes had homed in on his penis, and her immediate goal was the limited one of using it as a replacement for the organ she had just lost.

She shifted her kneeling position slightly as she leaned toward the younger man. One of her hands remained on the other man's penis but her grip was a stationary one in deference to his high state of arousal and the consequences of a premature ejaculation.

Again Melissa lowered her face to a man's waiting crotch and again her tongue flicked out to make contact with his penis. This time her attack was more direct; her arousal precluded some of the teasing subtleties that she had used on the older man.

But if Andy noticed the slight he did not seem concerned. In any case he would have found it hard to complain as Melissa's expert and willing mouth found its own stimulation as it held and drew on the man's erection. Melissa's position was increasingly uncomfortable; on her knees with her dress twisted around her hips, her cunt needed attention that she could not immediately give it. She was tempted to use her own fingers in it for temporary relief, but she sensed that abandonment of either of the hard organs would bring a protest. And so she wiggled to rub the lips of her cunt together slightly while she continued to concentrate on her primary task of pleasing her clients. The thought flicked through her mind that if she was a whore she lacked professionalism; it was undoubtedly amateurish to let her own desires get so nearly out of control.

The man on whose penis Melissa's mouth worked stared down at her bobbing head through bleary eyes as his hands rested lightly in her hair. He too, in spite of his boasts about his ability to achieve multiple orgasms, was concerned about a premature climax. And Melissa's warm lips and tongue were bringing his orgasm closer by the second. His first inclination was to let nature take its course and provide Melissa's mouth with his first offering of semen, but he had enough judgment still functioning to realize that this would be short sighted.

And so, reluctantly, he came to the same decision that the older man had reached. "Melissa... baby, that's enough. Let's break it off before I cum." His hands tangled in Melissa's already disheveled hair to halt the motion of her lips on his penis.

The distraught woman felt deprived for a second time. While ordinarily she would have been extremely reluctant to permit either of these men to ejaculate in her mouth, in her present state of perverted arousal she resented their refusal to climax between her lips.

Angrily she drew back from Andy's organ and looked up at him with flashing eyes. "What's wrong with you? Both of you... you want me to suck your damn pricks but you don't want to finish. Talk about prick-teasers... you two tease with your pricks."

The older man, at the moment the most rational person in the room, laughed as he leaned over to caress Melissa's cheek even as her hand continued to grasp his penis. "Melissa, take it easy. We're gonna give you all the loving you want. If you want to take some cum in your mouth I'll see that you get it. But it is best for us not to shoot so quick." He paused as he considered the pleasant problem. "Of course we don't want to go too far the other way, either... we're all three worked up and we ought to go ahead." He looked at his companion, who still had his hands in Melissa's hair as she knelt between them. "Andy boy, let's go in the bedroom and do this right. What say we give her a double fuck, in her cunt and asshole at the same time?"

The younger man finally took one hand out of Melissa's hair to wipe away the sweat that had collected on his brow in spite of the motel's efficient air conditioning. "Well, we can try it. But I'll tell you, I don't think double fucking is what it's cracked up to be. It sounds fine, but it never works too good. Somebody always winds up being uncomfortable as hell. I'd just as soon as do a fuck-suck deal if you're hot on a combination. Or I'll try the double fuck if you want to."

Charley shook his head. "No, you're right, it usually doesn't turn out too hot. The other suits me okay. Which end of her you want?"

Andy grinned. "You take your choice. Like I said, age before beauty.

The older man grinned back. "All right, kiddo. I'll give you her mouth and I'll take her ass. That'll give me a choice of her pussy or asshole."

The subject of their conversation had listened with impatience. She released their organs and struggled to stand up on somewhat unsteady legs. "Okay, if you two have decided what you want to do to me, let's have it. My pussy's so wet I can feel it running down my leg. Let's go to bed and have a little action instead of so much talk. Maybe you'd like to see my cunt."

As she spoke Melissa pulled the other zipper on her and allowed it to finish its interrupted journey down her body. When it reached the floor she stood nude except for garter belt and hose.

The men's eyes went to her blonde pubic curls and the pink lips that they only partly concealed. Melissa's arousal was obvious; her vaginal lips and surrounding hair were wet with her feminine juices.

"Damn, Charley, look at that cunt. Wet as hell, already. And it's pretty, ain't it? Cunts don't usually strike me as bein' pretty, but this one does. And she's had kids, too... how many, honey?"

Somewhat to her own surprise, Melissa spread her legs slightly to improve their view as she answered. "Just Jeanette, Harry's wife. In a way I wish I'd had more."

The younger man guffawed. "Well, maybe it ain't too late, honey. Course I'm not sure about granpaw over there, but I might be able to fix you up. It shouldn't be too hard."

Charley snorted. "Listen to the young bastard brag. Hell, he hasn't even got a kid, and he's talking about a man who's got five kids and three grandkids." He grinned at his companion. "Results, sonny boy, that's what counts. Not just talk."

"Oh, damn it, I think all either one of you do is talk. I want to see a little action." As she spoke one of Melissa's hands wandered down to her blonde triangle and began to caress the swollen lips of her sex.

"She's right." Andy stared at her moving fingers for a moment, then stood up with his hard penis waving starkly in front of him. "Come on, Charley, let's take Melissa to bed. She deserves it, and I'm ready, too."

The older man made no reply but stood up and smiled at Melissa as he took her unoccupied hand and put it on his erection. "I'll follow wherever you lead, sweetheart."

But the atmosphere changed in some subtle way and suddenly all three were serious about prompt action. The men took Melissa's arms and led her to the suite's bedroom while she walked between them with a hand on each fat penis.

Once in the bedroom both men undressed quickly while Melissa disposed of her garter belt and stockings. She licked her lips as she looked expectantly at the bed, wondering how they would want her. Any position was satisfactory to her, as long as there was no delay.

And the men seemed equally serious. Charley took her arm again and led her to the bed. He paused and looked at the younger man. "Andy, why don't you sit against the headboard. Then Melissa can kneel in front of you so she can suck your prick while I fuck her puppy style. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me." Andy was already on the bed, and he moved somewhat clumsily to the top of it and sat down with his thighs spread. Melissa's eyes went automatically to his penis, and she was pleased to see that it had lost none of its hardness.

"Okay, Melissa, you next. Get in position so you can get your face in his lap, then get your little ass up in the air. Sometimes I think dogs have the right idea." He paused as Melissa got on the bed and moved up so that she was on her knees facing Andy. She looked into his grinning eyes for a moment, then down at his penis as she again captured it in one hand. But she did not immediately take it in her mouth; she looked over her shoulder to watch the second men climb into position behind her. Melissa was on her knees, with her thighs spread and her lush bottom prominently displayed.

Charley was impressed by the display. On his own knees behind her, he paused long enough to run his hands over the white moons of Melissa's bottom. The flesh of her ass was both soft and firm, and her position caused them to separate enough to barely reveal the little crevice between them.

The man's eyes traveled down that shadowy indentation until it merged with her cunt. The wetness of her aroused femininity was clearly visible.

"Damn, Melissa, your ass is as pretty as most women's face." He ran a finger down the little path between her ass and paused at the puckered opening that was her ass. "You like to take prick up your asshole, baby? I had a woman one time that had rather bugger than fuck. For some reason she could cum quicker that way. How about you?"

Melissa was still watching him over her shoulder as she quivered from the touch of his finger on her little sensitive ass. "It... it's okay, you can fuck me there if you want to. But you'll have to go slow, it usually hurts to begin with."

Charley's finger pushed slowly into the tight orifice. "Don't make no difference. If you'd rather take it in your cunt it's okay with me. I'm gonna have a damn good orgasm wherever I fuck you."

"Hey, baby, remember me?" Andy put a hand on Melissa's chin and gently turned her face around toward him. "Don't worry about granpaw back there behind you, he'll make out okay. What you want to do is pay some attention to this prick here in front of you. It sure needs some lovin' bad."

He released her chin as Melissa looked down at the penis that she still held in her hand. Then she smiled as she looked up into his face. "Okay, lower, I'll suck your prick for you." She turned once more to see the man behind her. "Go ahead and fuck me, Charley. But if you want my asshole please get something to put on your prick I can't take it up my ass dry."

This requirement seemed to make up the man's mind. "Hell, I'll just fuck your cunt. We haven't got anything... anyway, your pussy looks too nice and juicy to pass up." He moved closer to Melissa, and she felt his fingers go under her ass and dip into the liquid depths of her cunt. But their exploration was brief; he quickly pulled them out of her channel and replaced them with the head of his hard penis. "Okay, honey, after all the talk let's have some action. Spread your legs a little more, if you can. That's it, good. Now, honey, I'm gonna fuck your pussy good."

Melissa was inclined to believe his statement as she felt his penis surge into her waiting channel. She closed her eyes to savor the feeling of his entry.

"Melissa, baby, you keep ignorin' poor ale Andy. Take my prick and suck hell out of it, or the come out of it, anyway... move, honey, I can't wait any longer."

And Melissa did move; as she felt the man behind her penetrate fully and then pull back to begin his strokes she bent her head to Andy's lap and took his penis into her mouth without further delay. And almost at once she felt indications of orgasm; having her body worked on by two men at once was almost more than her aroused nervous system could take.

The man sitting in front of her closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard as his hands rested lightly on her white shoulders. He savored Melissa's technique with the thought that a woman needed more than a simple willingness to take a man's organ in her mouth and suck on it. Melissa's action was a work of art; her tongue combined with her soft and warm mouth to caress and pull on every square centimeter of his shaft's surface. Simultaneously one of her hands was around the base as she coordinated a manual pumping motion with the suction of her mouth, the other hand had gone lower to find the wrinkled sac of his testicles so that she could tease and roll the two little mounds of hardness in a way that added to the eroticism of the moment. Andy began to quiver periodically; his orgasm, too, was close.

At the foot of the bed the older man's situation was no less than rewarding. He now drove furiously into Melissa's willing cunt with thrusts that barged into her ass and shook her whole body. At times he leaned over her back to reach beneath her to grasp the heavy, hanging globes of her breasts. His touch was not gentle; he pressed and rolled the firm flesh harshly even as his fingers found and pulled the hard buds of her nipples.

Melissa groaned in passion from this double attack, but little of the sound escaped from her filled mouth. She had already enjoyed two preliminary orgasms, but she had somehow managed to keep them to a relatively low level on the erotic scale as she held her big response in reserve for the men's climax. But her ability to schedule her body's reaction was limited, and the pretty blonde woman who was now giving her body so enthusiastically to the two men knew that she could not restrain a truly shattering orgasm much longer.

In desperation she pulled her mouth momentarily from Andy's penis. "I, I'm ready, I'm going to cum. You boys get ahead and shoot in me if you can, I can't wait. I want to feel you fill me up with cum, both of you. Hurry, oh, please hurry!"

Without waiting for a reply Melissa bent again to Andy's lap and quickly recaptured his throbbing penis in her mouth. She immediately sensed that his climax was near, and his hoarse voice confirmed it as his hands tangled roughly in her hair and jammed her mouth farther down on his shaft.

"Take it, suck it. Oh damn, suck my prick, you sweet fuckin' bitch. I'm gonna blow my nuts. Take my cum and eat it; swallow it... goddamn!"

Behind Melissa the other man was also speaking, but his words were low and incoherent. But his action gave a clear picture of his feelings; his body jammed violently against Melissa's exposed bottom on every stroke. The ferocity of his action threatened to collapse the whole bed.

And then Melissa's major climax began. She could not cry out, but her busy mouth redoubled its efforts on Andy's penis as her moans of passion seemed almost to come from the organ in her mouth. And her increased action triggered his release; Andy clinched his teeth together as he felt the first spurt of semen shoot from his penis into Melissa's desperate mouth. "There it is! I'm comin', comin'! Take it, take my cum! Swallow it! Oh damn, damn."

And only seconds behind the other two, Charley's orgasm exploded into Melissa's cunt. He hunched wildly against her threshing bottom as his motions now timed themselves to the rhythm of his ejaculation.

And then they were all past their peak. Both men continued to hunch into Melissa's used body but their tempo tapered off as the after pleasure waned. Melissa's feelings lingered longer than the men's, but the last part of her pleasure was diluted by a sudden feeling of degradation. Even as her sensitive body still wallowed in the physical sensations of her orgasm her mind regained partial control. And the thoughts in her mind were not pretty ones. Melissa suddenly saw a bleak and sordid picture of herself on her knees before one man who had his penis in her cunt and in front of another man whose semen she could still taste as his softening penis still filled her mouth. And, in the final analysis, she was here for one thing, money. Damn, it was hard to see how she could think of herself as anything but a whore, after this.

She quivered as the man behind her extracted his limp penis and rolled over beside her as he gasped for air with his eyes closed. Melissa pulled her face away from Andy's lap and watched his soft organ, glistening with a combination of her saliva and his semen, fall listlessly to his thigh.

Melissa felt tired, dirty, and degraded. She wanted a douche, a bath, and, most of all, to leave these two men and this motel as quickly as possible. But this was easier said than done. Andy's hand in her hair as she still kneeled before him on the bed with her head bowed to conceal the tears in her eyes reminded her of her position in the scheme of things.

And then his voice made it even more positive. "Nice, Melissa, that was real nice. I like the way you suck prick, and looks like Charley enjoyed your cunt. Tell you what, for the next course I want to try that little ass hole of yours. Got me to thinking about it listening to Charley talk about buggerin' you. You'll probably have to suck me hard again. Well, there's no big rush; maybe if we wait a little ale Charley will even be able to get another hard on. You want to go to the bathroom or anything?"

Melissa made no reply as she got off the bed and moved unsteadily toward the bathroom. As a practicing whore she should have brought a full kit of douche supplies. Well, she'd probably have plenty of opportunities to develop her professional skills.

Melissa slammed the bathroom door and splashed water over her face, then looked at herself in the mirror as she gargled some water in an ineffective effort to cleanse her mouth. The ritual was more symbolic than practical. The night was a long one.


Melissa looked up from the oven as Jeanette entered the kitchen. "Good morning, honey." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Just barely, though. Another twenty minutes and it'll be afternoon."

The pretty girl did not seem to be in a cheerful mood. "Oh, Mom, don't make cracks. I know I should have been up earlier, but I just lay there, thinking about, everything. I didn't mean to make you fix breakfast, at least not for Harry. What kind of a mood was he in?"

Melissa closed the oven door and looked at her daughter. They had hardly seen each other in the two days since Harry and Jeanette returned from their honeymoon, and Melissa was startled by the girl's drawn appearance. "Honey, you look like you're completely beat. Of course I guess that's the way you should be after a honeymoon."

Jeanette cut her mother off. "Mom, please, our honeymoon was... oh well, hell. What is there to eat? I'm not really hungry, but I guess I need something."

Melissa was suddenly concerned about her daughter. She had been concerned about her own position in this crazy scheme that she had created for several days, but for the first time she sensed that Jeanette had also had problems.

"Honey, sit down at the table and I'll pamper you, just this once. I'll fix anything you want. Eggs... we've got some excellent sausage."

The young girl shuddered. "Gee, no, Mom. I couldn't take sausage if my life depended on it. Just some cold cereal and coffee. And some orange juice if there is any. That's all I could possibly eat. I'll fix it if you want me to."

Melissa was studying her offspring intently. "No, I said I'd do it this time." She paused and looked directly at Jeanette as the girl sat with lowered eyes. "Baby, something's bothering you, and I'm sure it involves Harry. I think we need to talk. I hadn't meant to talk to you about things, at least not just now, but I can see you've got some problems too. So I think we'd better both unload. Did something happen on the honeymoon?"


A half hour later both women were staring into cold coffee cups. The conversation had been frank and enlightening for both mother and daughter. Melissa understood, for the first time, the full dimensions of their problem.

She put down the cup she had been toying with. "Well, I don't know what to say. The irony of it all, of course, is that I dreamed up the whole damn situation. I thought it was a real clever plan to give all three of us what we wanted. The trouble was that I just didn't understand Harry at the time." She paused as she looked at the young girl. "Jeanette, Harry's sick. You realize that, don't you?"

Jeanette nodded slowly. "I... I'm beginning to. I tried not to admit it to myself for a long time. But when he hired that... whore to spend the first night of our honeymoon with us, it was pretty obvious. I didn't know then what he had made you do. Oh gosh, Mom, in a way he must be completely off his rocker. Of course we're partly to blame for ever starting it all, and I'm every bit as much responsible as you are, but at least we thought everything would just be between the three of us; in the family, so to speak. I never dreamed that he would make you let men fuck you or do what he did on the honeymoon. Talk about something seeming unreal, this whole thing is really unreal. Sometimes I just can't believe that it's all happening."

Melissa rose and went once more to the coffee maker on the stove. "Well, it is happening. The one thing I haven't had any trouble with is believing that it's real. God, that night in the motel was real. There's about another cup left. You want it?"

Jeanette shook her head. "No more. I think coffee's about to come out my ears now. Oh, Mom, what do we do? How do I handle this thing?"

Melissa looked at her daughter thoughtfully. "I can't answer that. He's your husband, you'll have to make the decision. I can tell from the way you talk that you're not ready to leave him. Am I right?"

The pretty young wife turned eyes which were beginning to show moisture up to her equally pretty mother. "No, I guess I'm not. I've thought about it, and I nearly left him several times while we were on the trip. But... oh, gee, I don't know. I must still love him, although I don't see how I could. But Mom, you don't have to take any more of it. He has no right to make you do things like the other night. If you want to pull out of it I don't blame you. Maybe I will too, a little later. But for some reason I just can't do it yet."

Melissa stared unseeingly out the kitchen window as she took a sip of the barely warm coffee. "Well, if that's the way you feel, I'll stay with you. If I left he could use it as an excuse to break up with you. At least he could hold the threat over your head... no, I'll play it out to the end with you. I started it, after all. And it'll have to go one way or the other, it can't just go on like this. Maybe there's some chance Harry will make a change for the better."


"An excellent dinner. Melissa, darling, besides your talent with your cunt and your mouth you're an excellent cook. Are you making Jeanette help you? I want her to learn to cook as well as you do." Harry paused and grinned as he got up from the table. "Of course there are other even more important talents that I want you to help me develop in her. She's still laboring under the naive delusion that the only place a girl should take a man's prick is in her cunt. I have to admit that her cunt is becoming increasingly proficient, but as you know that's only part of the story. I tried to train her a little while we were away, but she didn't respond very well." Harry paused and grinned. "I suppose you know all about that by now. Well, Melissa, what do you think? Will we ever get Jeanette to be a full fledged woman instead of the little girl she is now?"

Melissa tried to keep her feelings out of her voice. "I don't know how things are going to work out, Harry. Actually, I think Jeanette is probably living up to her end of the bargain pretty well. She wasn't supposed to offer a lot of variety, you know, and you've said yourself that she's satisfactory as far as straight sex goes."

The man laughed. "'Straight sex'... Melissa, you break me up with your delicate phrasing. What you mean is plain fucking. Why don't you say what you mean? Do you feel that even the words are too much for your daughter's fragile constitution?"

In spite of herself Melissa was slightly amused. His point was well taken; everything considered it was a little silly to be so concerned about nomenclature. On the other hand, his speech was sometimes more vulgar than necessary.

"At least try to educate her. Why don't you tell Jeanette the things we've done, over and above what she considers to be normal. And call things by their real names, don't go clinical on us. Think she'll learn anything?"

Melissa's mind had wandered; she had lost the thread of his conversation. His last words had made it sound like he wanted her to give Jeanette a lesson in the vulgar language that he enjoyed. She hesitated. "Harry, I'm not sure I understand what you."

Her son-in-law cut in with a weary voice. "Oh hell, Melissa, you understand, all right. I'm saying that we ought to increase Jeanette's vocabulary, and at the same time make her appreciate the fine points of sex. Hell, it'd be tragic for her to go clear through life without doing anything more than she is now. Explain some of the possibilities to her. After all, proper education is a parental responsibility, isn't it?"

Melissa mentally shrugged; she saw that Harry was not to be put off. She was under no delusions about his real intent; she was well aware that his real purpose was to indulge himself in his pastime of listening to lewd language spoken by women. Well, hell, if that was what he wanted.

Melissa turned to her daughter. "Maybe Harry's got a point, darling. The things he likes to do have a place, all right. I guess we've done most of them, and I think we've both enjoyed them."

"Oh, hell." Harry's growing impatience was clear. "Spare us the generalities, Melissa. Tell Jeanette, in detail, about some of the things we've done."

Melissa choked off her real feelings as she made herself look at the younger girl. Jeanette had not finished eating, but she sat across the table with her mind obviously no longer on food as she looked at her husband and mother. She detested the thing that he was making Melissa do, and perhaps the larger question was whether she did not now detest her husband, period.

"Well, I'm still waiting, sweet mother-in-law."

Melissa made herself talk. "Jeanette, maybe Harry's right; at least maybe you ought to try some of the things he has in mind. There are a lot of things involved in a complete sexual relationship besides straight intercourse... fucking, of course. I suppose Harry and I have tried the principal ones. You know that I've sucked his prick and let him cum in my mouth. Most men go wild over this, and most