Cute Girls

*Chapter 1*

The phone rang at Lily’s desk and she held her breath, hoping that it was her new client from the South. She loved talking to Jack as his deep southern voice made her forget her worries for the day. Being alone in her office helped too as she often times closed the door and looked out the window while discussing bras and panties with him. Today an hour long call was scheduled because the new summer line had come in and there were many ideas that she wanted discuss with Jack. His store called “Tops and Bottoms” was the latest fashionable place to be in Atlanta and Lily wanted it to expand and become a franchise. Her line of lingerie had been a feature in the trendy adult store since it opened one year ago and everything was selling like hotcakes.

“Hello, this is Lily.” She nervously gripped the phone.

“Hi Lily, this is Jack.” Lily crossed her legs involuntarily as Jack’s voice sent shivers through her tummy. She’d heard about phone sex and wondered if it had anything to do with the tone of a man’s voice.

“Jack, glad you could make the call. Listen, I’d like to discuss what ideas you have for the summer collection. You had mentioned a new display area in your shop.”

Letting Jack take over the conversation meant that Lily could lean back and absorb his words. As usual her panties became wet even though he was only discussing lingerie. Something about the way he said “bras” and “panties” and “thongs” just made her tingle. She wondered….should she touch herself? Many times over the past several months, Lily had heard Jack say the most erotic things and wondered if he realized the effect he had on her. She knew for a fact that when she had explained how her bras actually fit, Jack had gone very quiet and she was desperate to know his thoughts at that time. Lily realized she had a sultry voice and used it to her full advantage when making a sale to a male shop owner. It was business after all.

Jack asked Lily a few questions and then began to discuss how her satin, silken, and lace wares would fit the models. His descriptions of the models started to make Lily’s head swim, especially when he talked about the more delicate areas, be they male or female. For the ladies he seemed to emphasize how he wanted the breasts to almost spill out of the bra while the nipple remained hidden in the cloth, taunting the customer to touch the skin and therefore buy his product. Jack’s idea for the males was to have the thongs so tight that even the head of the cock could be distinguished from the longer shaft areas. He was driving her insane!

On a whim, she had shut her door before the phone rang and was now very glad she did. With her headset on tight, she pushed her skirt out of the way and slid her hand up to her drenched panties and pushed them aside. Jack’s voice was getting even huskier now and she knew she had to watch her breathing or he’d stop talking and ask if she was there, and she would not be able to speak.

Slowly she began to slide her fingers back and forth in her pussy, smearing the precum around her vaginal lips as well as surrounding her clit. Her eyes fluttered and she carefully kept her moans in check as she listened to the man with the silver voice. Every so often she’d mutter a “good idea” or “sounds great” to keep him occupied…but her hands were beginning to take on a mind of their own. She was slowly losing control.

*Chapter 2*

Jack dialed the number, his suntanned face bore a smile, his pants bore the commencement of an erection. He knew that Lily would be there, he hoped that her voice would be as clear as it usually was. The soft Northern voice of hers always caused the stirring in his pants. He smiled, one hour of her voice. Could he hold out? Could he wait to stroke his growing cock? He doubted it, doubted it very much.

The sun shone through his office window, a window that overlooked his store, ‘Tops and Bottoms’, a store that dealt with the higher income bracket of Atlanta. He loved to purvey over his empire, an empire that was growing, and this was enhanced by the availability of Lily’s lingerie, the quality superb, the designs, sexual, raunchy and at times, damned hot. How he enjoyed watching the young and not so young, women shop. How he loved to watch them select, hold close to themselves, how he imagined their bodies dressed in such attire.

The telephone rang, 3 rings and he heard the voice, her voice. The smile on his face grew. As did the bulge in his pants. Hearing her greeting seemed to encourage that growth. She had been able to affect him from the outset, especially when she gave a detailed description of just how the brassieres fitted, how quiet he had gone that day, so unusual for him, but the ache between his legs was just too much, he needed all his self control to stop him from unzipping his pants, stop himself from taking his cock out and stroking there and then. Today was to be no different, none at all. That ache was back, that throbbing was back. Her voice was back, her voice was doing it.

He asked Lily a few questions, how he saw the models, both genders, dressed in her satin, silk and lace lingerie. How he saw the male models wearing her thongs, thongs that were so tight, so small, so damn near sheer with every outline visible, the heads of their cocks visible, the veins, the hardness, all outlines visible. He told her just how he saw the female models. His cock was now throbbing, an ache, he felt his hand dropping to his groin, his fingers taking hold of himself as he told Lily how he wanted to outfits to be just as translucent, just as tight, he wanted the brassieres to fit, just fit, he wanted to see the nipples to be protruding through the material whilst the breasts overflow. The female thongs to fit tight. He emphasized the word ‘tight’. He wanted their lips to be visible, the material to dig into them. He stopped talking, realized that Lily was purely listening to his voice, he wanted to hear hers, he wanted to be able to unzip himself, release the straining cock from it’s confines. Her answers to his questions of ‘How does that sound to you?’ were met with either ‘good idea or sounds great’. He wanted her to talk more to him, he wanted to hear her sultry voice. ‘Damn’ he thought as the throbbing grew too much. The images of her, the images of the models wearing her designs. He wondered if she modeled them in the infancy stages, where did she get her ideas from? Was she how she sounded? Was she as horny as she sounded? What did she look like? What would she look like in those thongs, in those brassieres?

He unzipped his pants, reached inside, grasped his erection, felt the head throbbing. Listening for her voice as he squeezed his shaft, tightly, causing the tip of his cock to grow purple. He needed to stroke, but was afraid she would overhear him doing that, afraid that she would hear him and slam the phone down. He had to be quiet, calm as he could be, all the time, his cock would be aching, virtually pleading for her mouth.

As she talked, his cock throbbed more, he needed to stroke. He had to stroke. He needed it, he needed to cum. He struggled to maintain his steady breathing.

*Chapter 3*

Suddenly someone knocked on Lily’s door. She shoved her skirt down and whirled around. Telling Jack to hold a minute, she straightened her clothing and kept her hand below the desk. She cleared her throat and said huskily, “Come in”. Melanie her secretary opened the door and gave her a funny look while placing some papers on her desk.

“You ok?” the secretary asked. “You look a little flushed and well….flushed.”

“I’m fine, just a little warm in here.” Her secretary was known to like ladies as well as the men and Lily had always found her more than competent. The fact that she was staring at Lily’s chest made Lily realize that her tightknit sweater was a bit too revealing.

“I can turn down the thermostat if you like.” She smiled brightly at Lily but Lily only wanted to get rid of her so she could return Jack.

“No that’s ok. Just see that I’m not interrupted again.” Lily gave a quick smile and reached for the phone, hoping the secretary got the hint. She did and walked out, closing the door softly behind her. Lily reached for the button to take Jack off hold. (get it? Jack off?

“Sorry about that Jack.”

“I understand. And I had a few moments to um…think. I was wondering Lily, why did you decide to design lingerie? Your brochure contains so many facts about your line but I want to know where your ideas spring from. Could you digress a bit? You’re very interesting to me and I’d like to hear more about your original plan.”

Lily was thoughtful for a minute and then decided to tell Jack the entire story. Putting aside her pleasurable thoughts she went into a detailed description.

“I was a senior in college and making ends meet by working as an asst. manager at a ladies clothing store. My boss gave me as well as three other females, an invitation to model at a businessmen’s luncheon. The pay for that one show would be enough to cover my last semester’s tuition. It didn’t take me long to eagerly accept the job.

The day arrived and myself and the others met at the lounge. There was a dressing room all prepared for us and several changes of clothing. The material was pure heaven and the lace was woven like a spider web. We were young and looking forward to the reactions we would get not to mention the big check that had already been handed to us.”

As Lily thought about how to describe her outfit, she decided to just bite the bullet and continue. Thoughts of how much revenue Tops and Bottoms would produce kind of flew out the window as she strove to hear Jack’s voice. She heard labored breathing and realized that her words and voice were getting to him. Rather than be a prude and hang up, she decided to tantalize him with images of that day.

“The first item I wore was a long silk nightie. It was made of deep blue lace and very low-cut. I had been sunbathing that summer and my body was almost a solid caramel brown. However I did not sunbathe in the nude, one can’t do that where I live. So my full breasts filled out the top of the nightie, with just a hint of paleness at the laced edges. They bounced just enough with every step to show the white skin at the edges around the top. I went out to the lounge area where the men were, and began to walk down the aisle. Interestingly enough we were asked to be in our bare feet rather than high heels. This was more for sensuality than naughty. So there I was, padding down the carpeted aisle parallel with the men’s tables. The laced nightie was quite sheer and if you looked carefully you could see the outline of my nipples which were rapidly hardening. The feel of the silk against my breasts was very erotic to me and coupled with the music that was playing, well, I began to feel quite seductive. I must admit to swaying a bit more than was needed. I walked towards the end and turned around, glancing around at the men. Some eyes were focused on my face, and some on my body. I allowed my hands to run over myself as if to feel the material, and I heard a moan. I looked in that direction and the gentleman quickly stifled it with a cough, but not before I realized how sensual a woman can be. I smiled softly and slowly walked back down the aisle. My hands went to the back of my neck and lifted my dark blond locks as the music played on. You could have heard a pin drop at the end. It was then that I knew I had to design these erotic clothes for a living. They felt so wonderful to wear that I knew the ladies that bought them like myself, would be able to make any man swoon. That’s why your store is so important Jack. These items can’t sell themselves, they need the right atmosphere and I believe you can provide that.”

Lily stopped talking then and quickly sipped a drink of water. She waited for Jack to say something.

“Jack…Jack are you there?”

*Chapter 4*

Jack sat there, his cock firm, hard. His fingers closed around it. Her voice was mesmerizing him, his libido. He heard her telling him to hold on a minute, the phone went quiet. He sighed as he laid back in his large black leather chair, his cock in his hand, squeezing it, stroking it.

Unbuckling his belt, undoing the top clasp, he parted his pants. Taking advantage of the quietness, he slipped his pants down, down to his ankles. His boxer shorts followed. He sat there holding his cock, his strong thigh muscles tight. The images of her flashing through his mind, the images of her breasts, thighs, legs, the pussy.

Her voice brought his mind back to the present. It startled him slightly, he was deep in thought, idly stroking, squeezing his shaft, his thick shaft. “That’s okay Lily” he said to her as she apologized for having him on hold. “I understand, it gave me a few moments to ermmm think. I was wondering why you decided to start your design business. I was looking through the brochure the other day and there are so many facts in there and I guess I got to wondering where the ideas sprung from.”

While he was saying this, his cock throbbed, recalling the lines in the brochure, the models, the way the nipples always were visible, the way the breasts were uplifted by the brassieres, taut pert breasts, unhindered breasts clearly visible under the sheer material. He asked her how the original plan came to her, telling her that she was interesting to him and that he would love to hear more of her, of her start, of her thoughts on designs.

Jack sat back on his chair, waiting, perusing, stroking. The phone went silent for a moment, he thought that he had asked too much, spoke too much, wanted too much. He felt a tinge of embarrassment at his questions, but he could not help it, he needed to know, wanted to dig into her past, into her mind, but more than that, he wanted time to relax, hear her voice, stroke the throbbing cock in his hand. She spoke, he smiled as he heard the silence broken.

Putting the telephone on to the speaker mode, he placed the receiver on his large deep mahogany desk, leaving him with free hands, an unrestricted access.

As Lily went on to tell him how she started, how she walked down and around the carpeted floor, barefoot. How she told him of how her nipples hardened, her tanned body, tanned breasts. The images of her became clearer, she was being very descriptive, her dark blond hair, her full breasts. The images built in his mind as he began to stroke his hard cock, as he cupped his shaved balls, rolling them, cupping them. His hand speed increased as she went on to tell him about the way she felt, the way she ran her hands over her full breasts, over the satin material, how she looked at the man, tantalizing him, how she heard the moan as she ran her hands over her body, how she looked at the man upon hearing his moan, the stifled cough. How she sashayed along the carpet, flicking her long dark blond hair as she walked.

Those images came through strong, very strong. He visualized her walking, the way her nipples stood proud, forming an outline against the soft satin, the way her breasts filled out the top of the nightie, the way she told him of the men’s eyes upon her, upon her face, upon her body. The way it affected her, just like the way she affected the men, the way she was affecting him.

His hand moved faster, he was losing control, his breathing was becoming labored, hard, shallow. His hand moving, blurring speed. He was losing it, he was close, he was ready to explode, he was throbbing. His thigh muscles clenched, his hand squeezing his shaft, so tight as his hand moved up and down the thick length. His eyes were closed, those images, those breasts, those nipples.

He was almost out of control when he heard a different tone in her voice, she was calling him, calling out his name. He struggled to regain control, his cock was throbbing, the precum oozing out of the slit, coating his angry purple head. He needed the relief, he needed to cum. Struggling, he picked up the telephone, his cock literally throbbing, the precum oozing out.

He took a deep breath. “Yes Lily, I am here”. He hoped, he prayed that his shaking voice didn’t come over to her, or his breathing. He hoped he sounded normal.

*Chapter 5*

Lily heard Jack pick up the phone and realized that she had been on his speaker phone. For a brief moment she was horrified to think that perhaps he had a friend in the room with him and was toying with her…letting her seduce them with her voice. Then she realized how silly that was. She wasn’t arrogant enough to think that she could do that, and even if she could it wouldn’t matter if there was another man present. That was a fantasy that she had dwelled on from time to time. She shook her mind free of THAT thought and listened to Jack.

He quickly explained in a breathless voice that he needed to cut the phone call short due to an emergency. Lily smiled to herself, hoping that perhaps the “emergency” had been due to her. She was beginning to like this client, maybe too much in fact. But hey, it was for a good cause right? Jack promised to call back in the morning and quickly hung up. Lily completed her agenda for the day and decided to head home early. As much fun as it was talking to Jack, she had become quite tense (albeit good tension) and now she wanted to just relax and take a bath.

Arriving home, she threw her purse and keys on the countertop and slipped her high heels off. Part of her job included meeting clients and in order to encourage the sensuality of her clothing, she dressed the part to a certain extent. However at the end of the day she no longer had to worry about decorum and quickly shed her clothes on the way to the bathroom flinging her silk blouse on the couch and slipping off her skirt in the dining room. Her lace stockings were the last to be peeled off and were unceremoniously tossed over a highback chair.

Lily loved the feel of the luxurious carpet against her feet as she padded through the house, turning on lights and putting in a CD. On a whim she decided to light some candles and carried a few into the bath with her. Rather than turn on the lights, she allowed the glow of the candles to luminate the room. The scent of jasmine permeated the air as she started the bath and sprinkled some bubblebath into the water.

Waiting for the water to fill the large tub, Lily perused herself in the bodylength mirror. She wasn’t a spring chicken and yet her body did not show many signs of age. Indeed age had improved her shape as her hips were nonexistent during her teenage years but were very shapely now. She turned sideways and her full breasts were deliciously sloped and her backside was nicely curved. She smiled at the thought of a southern gentleman touching that silken body and proceeded to slide into the bath with Jack on her mind.

Lily loosened her hair and let it tumble down her shoulders. Her body sank deep into the water and the bubbles more than covered her tanned skin. She closed her eyes and let the sound of Enigma take her away as The Principles of Lust echoed through her apartment speakers. It had been a very very long time since she had been as aroused as she was today. And to think it was only from talking to Jack! She blushed to think of meeting him in person and wondered if that would ever happen. While her thoughts drifted to him, her hand slid down her softened body as she rubbed a loofa sponge over herself, allowing the water to drip from her like dew from a petal. She soaped herself while using the cloth to wash the drier skin away. The music began to get to her and she put the sponge aside, sinking into the water and closing her eyes. Her hands moved over her breasts and she smiled to herself as her nipples tightened. Yes indeed it had been a long time. She gently caressed each breast as a lover would and allowed her fingers to slide sensuously over the nipples. The music became more impassioned and Lily moved her hands down to her thighs. The softest place on a woman’s body was her inner thighs, and Lily longed to be kissed there. Jack intruded into her thoughts again and her body abruptly twisted in a small jolt of pleasure as her finger circled her clit. As she teased herself, her other finger played with the opening of her pussy. She dare not use a finger on herself as her nails were too long, but she could play…oh could she play.

While I was paying homage to Trish’s pussy, Bill pulled out of me. Immediately there was a feeling of relief for my poor stretched sphincter, and yet a sensation of emptiness, as if I’d actually gotten used to having him back there.

I let out an involuntary gasp when I felt Bill’s tongue tickle my now even-more sensitive ass. Once again, I was somewhat repulsed by the act: Again, how clean could it be? He’d just had his cock back there going in and out… I forced myself to stop thinking about it, at least until I thought about the possibility that I’d probably be expected to do this sometime while I stayed here.

…I decided I’d cross that bridge later.

Bill didn’t work on my butt very long, further emphasizing my guess that this was more a symbolic thing than anything else. When Bill stopped licking me, I took that as a cue that I could quit, too. Trish had other ideas, though, and grabbed my hair and pulled me back into her cunt. She held me where she wanted me, which was right down where my cum kept oozing from her loose, well-fucked pussy. I had little choice but to continue eating my jizz from her. Fortunately I was getting used to the taste, although as I said before, I doubted I’d ever truly love it.

Finally, just as I was beginning to think I’d be smothered by Trish’s guiding clutch, she stiffened, then shuddered in orgasm. She must have been getting pretty tired, because there was very little sound that accompanied this cum, or maybe it was her thighs clamped up against my ears that made me think that.

Anyhow, I felt the death grip on my head ease, and with a desperate gasp for breath, I leaned back into free air. For a minute or so, I just sat there, dragging in as much air as I could, until I felt myself pushed back onto the bed.

I began to protest that I couldn’t get it up one more time, but was silenced by Mollie placing a finger on my lips.

Shortly after I’d laid back, I felt a mouth on my cock. It then dawned on me: it was Trish performing the little thank you ritual these guys evidently subscribed to. I felt a twitch that heralded the start of another erection, but it was faint, and would take much work to get anywhere with, so I just let Trish do whatever it was she wanted to do. I’m sure she’d have liked me to fill her mouth like I had her pussy, but there was just no way. I’d need a good night’s rest before I’d be ready to fuck again. Two cums might not sound like much, but I’m no teenager anymore, and you have to realize: we’d been going at this for a couple hours, at least, so it wasn’t necessarily the orgasms that pooped me out, it was the fact that the years had caught up with me.

Fortunately, Trish realized I was done, and eventually sat back with a grin on her face that let me know she’d liked what she’d gotten. She knew she’d made me feel good, regardless of any reaction (or lack of it) that may have contradicted it.

A streak of horror went through me when Bill shooed Trish out of the way and laid down before me. Again, the realization of where that cock had just been pitched my insides into a frenzy. For some reason, I failed to acknowledge that the last time this thought had come to mind, he’d already taken time to clean himself up.

Hesitantly, I leaned forward, trying once again to use my nose to determine how clean he was. As before, I smelled the faint odor of soap. Once more, Bill had sneaked away to wash up. I was ever so grateful.

Bill was no longer hard. He was in the shape I was, I imagined. So now I was to get the chance to know his cock in its flaccid state. After having dealt only with his stiff penis, this was quite different. I leaned in closer and touched his cock with my cheek. The softness of it was extraordinary! And I’m speaking both from a rigidity standpoint, as well as a general texture one. It was further remarkable how small he was without a hard-on, a lot like me. As I’ve said before, I’m not enormous, but when I stiffen, I see a general increase of about 300 percent. So, I don’t give a damn what I look like soft, as long as there’s a noticeable difference when erect. Bill looked like he was the same way. The cock brushing my face was a little thing soft, but when it got hard, it was a lovely thing to behold.

It occurred to me that I hadn’t really taken all of Bill in my mouth yet, and that this might be the only way I’d be able to. With an inward grin, I quit my fooling around and enclosed his entire cock in my mouth. My nose bumped his pubic bone and his balls laid against my chin, and still he wasn’t filling my mouth anywhere near as much as he had before. It felt good to take all of him in, even this way.

I rolled his cock around with my tongue, marveling at the texture and just generally playing with it. Bill was loving it, judging from the sounds he was making. Opening my eyes briefly, I saw the girls had latched onto a nipple apiece, further enhancing my amateur ministrations. Bill was definitely in the same boat I was, because even though I felt him begin to swell and grow, and the sounds he made increased, his cock grew to a certain size and stopped well short of hard. That was okay by me, it just meant I could still take him all in my mouth, without making me feel like I was going to gag.

Somewhere along the line, I’d closed my eyes again, because I found myself opening them when I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard Bill’s voice. “Sus, it’s not that what you’re doing doesn’t feel fantastic, but let’s give it up for now.”

I nodded and sat back. Now that things were winding down for real, I was really starting to feel hungry. I looked around at my friends and smiled. This was looking to be a draining, but really fun, trip.

“So,” I said before somebody else could, “anybody else wondering if that pizza’s still edible?”

While Bill and Trish laughed, Mollie replied, “It should be fine. I stuck it in the oven to stay warm when it got here.” She then bounced off the bed, presumably to check.

Trish was next to dismount, and she held her hands out to Bill and me. “You boys coming?”

Unable to resist the obvious double entendre, I shot back, “Not anymore tonight, but come back tomorrow and we’ll see what we can do.” Trish laughed and Bill grinned broadly. I think he was glad to see I was becoming at ease with my situation there.

I followed Bill and Trish to the kitchen, where Mollie already had the pizza out and ready to go. She already had drinks on the table for the three of them, but she had to ask me what I wanted. Once I knew what was on hand, I made my order, which Moll happily filled.

My suspicion about attire was proving to be pretty accurate. With the children out of the house for the duration, there was little need to cover up. It was really erotic to see a naked Mollie puttering around the kitchen doing everyday stuff. None of us bothered to put anything on. I’d taken my cue from Bill and Trish and when they didn’t bother to dress to eat, I certainly wasn’t going to.

When I pulled the chair out for Trish (yes, I was trying to act like a gentleman), I noticed that Mollie had placed towels on the seats. This, of course, was to avoid any possible skin sticking to the chair upon rising. Ouch.

Once Trish was seated, I rushed over and did the same for Bill. As I pushed his chair in for him, he muttered, “Smartass.”

In my best junior high voice I returned, “Takes one to know one.” We both laughed.

Last was Mollie. I knew she’d want to be up and down playing hostess while we ate, but figured I’d give her the same treatment I’d given everybody else. Mollie was very gracious, then apologetic. “Why, thank you. Actually, *you’re* the guest here, we should be treating *you* well, not the other way around.”

At that I spoke to everybody. “What, you think what’s been going on since I got here hasn’t been ‘treating me well?’ Jesus, if you guys keep this up, by the time I go home, I’ll be nothing but a dried up husk.”

Bill responded diabolically, “That *is* our master plan,” then followed that up with a silly mad scientist cackle.

I sat down and tucked in to the pizza, feeling lighter hearted than I had for some time. These were good people, and, sex aside, I was pleased to be able to call them friends. After all those months of e-mails and chats, where it was only words on a screen, it was great to be able to see what they looked like in real life, and especially to hear their voices.

Trish was just an added pleasure. I hadn’t met her till just that evening, hadn’t even heard of her before, but I wasn’t complaining. She was a delight, and I hoped to get to know *her* better during my stay, too.

For a few minutes, we ate in near silence. Eventually, Trish asked, “So, Sus, where are you from? Mollie just told me you were a friend of theirs from the Midwest, and she and Bill have been passing me your stories as they come, but I don’t know much more than what you write. Are you really as kinky as some of those stories of yours?”

I had to laugh a little behind a mouthful of pizza. Finally, I was able to swallow, and I replied, “First off, I’m from Iowa. Big whoop, land of cornfields and such. It’s not much, but it’s home. Couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.

“Second, I sit at a computer all day for work, just like about eighty percent of the modern world. Again, boring.

“As far as my stories… Sorry to burst any illusions, but they’re probably over ninety percent the product of an over-active imagination. Heck, I’ve done more kinky stuff in the last few hours than I’ve done the entire rest of my life. I hope you liked what you’ve read, anyway.”

Trish responded, “Like? Hell, I *love* your stuff. There’s a lot of great writers out there doing what you’re doing, and I think you’re right up there with them.”

I felt myself start to blush. “I *definitely* wouldn’t call my stories anything *close* to great. Adequate, maybe, but by *no* means great.”

Mollie came in with, “Maybe so, but you ought to watch her while she reads them.”

Trish shot back, “And you’re right there beside me doing the same thing.”

Bill added, “Don’t look at me. When they hog the computer, I have to stand back and just watch them masturbate. I can’t get anywhere near enough to read.”

I must have been grinning from ear-to-ear. This was the kind of shit that I was hoping for when I started this erotica gig. I loved hearing what people were up to while reading my stories. It kind of justified the whole process. It sure as hell beat the ‘your story’s crap’ kind of feedback you get.

Mollie told Bill, “Oh, like you don’t love watching us either, you big pervert.”

“Yeah, but I’m *your* big pervert.”

Mollie leaned over to him for a quick kiss. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Through a mouthful of pizza, Trish then asked, “So are you bi at home, too? You looked like you were having a pretty good time with Bill, there.”

I nearly choked on my drink when she asked that. I should have expected that question, but even so, it came as a surprise to actually hear it.

“Where I come from? Heck no. I’m typically not as adventurous in real life as I pretend in my stories. For the most part, I’m only interested in other guys in an abstract sense, and then it’s mostly just a fascination with what hangs between their legs. Besides, while there *are* folks who are into such things back home, it’s necessary to be more secretive about it. I’m more interested in women, anyway. No offense, Bill.”

“None taken.”

I continued. “I really loved what we did here tonight, though, and I hope to get the chance to give back what I got.”

Bill put down his glass. “Hey, I’m expecting you to. I’ve got you here finally, and I’m planning on stretching you as much as possible. Pun intended.”

When he said that, I felt a throb in my butt, remembering what it felt like having his cock up there. So, apparently, one way or another, I’d get my chance to try anal with Bill, and from what she’d done earlier, I’d get to try Mollie, too.

I replied, “I look forward to it. This is the chance to satisfy the curiosity that’s been building for a little while now. I’ve already done more with another guy than I ever imagined. It’s just not something you do, or think about, where I come from, unless you want to open a big old can of worms.”

Trish, evidently acting as grand inquisitor, asked, “So is there something at some point that may have kept you from making those repressive attitudes your own?”

I had to laugh. “Sorry, but for the longest time, I was as bad as anybody else, as far as my attitude toward guys having sex together. First it was, ‘Yuck, that’s just wrong,’ but as I got older, I realized the cost such an outlook carries. I wasn’t raised to be a bigot, even though I grew up with people who had definite ideas on how the world should be. Growing up, as far as I know, I didn’t know any gay people. In fact, it wasn’t until I got into high school that the word ‘gay’ meant anything other than ‘happy.’

“I can’t say what may have made me the way I am now. I only know that I’ve seen too many guys trying to guard and maintain their notion of manliness, and it looks like a lot of work, and not much fun. Now, I’ve enjoyed what I’ve been doing here, but I don’t see myself going home and trying to pick up guys. I came here to find out some things, and hopefully have a good time while I’m doing it. So far, I’ve been pretty successful. I only hope the rest of my stay is as productive and pleasurable.”

Mollie grinned over at me. “Oh, we’ve got some things planned for your visit that I’m sure you’ll like.”

Suddenly a thought came to me. I groaned, “We’re not gonna live out my stories like you threatened me with, are you?”

She laughed. “No, but our conversations, combined with your stories have given us a lot of good ideas.” I began to wonder what was in store for me. It was beginning to look more and more like I’d be leaving here exhausted. I could hardly wait.

Of course, I was already exhausted. It had been pure sexual energy keeping me going for a while now, and now that *that* activity was over, the long trip, combined with all the romping around we’d been doing was catching up. Out of the blue came a big yawn. I tried to hold it back, but it was hopeless.

Bill noticed this and said, “I think our guest is pooped.”

I agreed. “It’s been a long, eventful day. I hate to break this up, but I won’t be worth a damn tomorrow if I don’t get a little sleep.”

Mollie added, “Yeah, we ought to get to bed, too. It *is* getting kind of late, and I hate sleeping in if I can help it.”

Trish stretched, showing off her lovely tits more than she had been already. “I imagine it’s about time I headed home, myself.”

I hated to see Trish go, but figured I’d see more of her before my visit was over.

Mollie and Bill got up and started clearing the table, leaving Trish and me sitting there by ourselves. I felt a little guilty watching them work while I just sat there, but there wasn’t that much to do.

When the kitchen was straightened, Trish and I got up, and Trish grabbed her coat. I didn’t want to see her put it on and cover up that great body that had given me so much pleasure, but she, unfortunately, couldn’t leave the way she was, so on it went. Before she tied the belt, Trish said goodbye to each of us, Mollie and Bill first, giving them a hug and a more-than-friendly kiss, then she turned to me.

She gathered me up and kissed me, hard. Her tongue slithered into my mouth, and I reciprocated. Her beautiful breasts mashed into my chest as she held me tight. while we kissed, I felt her move. One hand left my lower back and trailed down my side and in between us, where she cupped my cock and balls. She kissed me for a long time, the whole while fondling and playing with me. I’ll be damned if she didn’t manage to get me hard again during all this!

Just about the time I started to moan, Trish backed away, breaking our kiss, and her hands left my genitals. I wistfully watched as the tease tied her coat tight around her waist, ignoring the buttons, and bounced out the door, leaving me hard and panting.

As a final erotic stab, she got about three steps out the door, turned and flashed me her tits, then flipped open the front of her coat below the waist, giving me a great shot of her garter belt and bald pussy. She then blew me a kiss and continued off down the sidewalk. No doubt about it, Trish was one special lady.

When I turned from the door, Bill and Mollie were grinning ear-to-ear. They both were amused by the treatment I’d just received, and my reaction to it. I chuckled a little. “Trust me, none of the women I’ve gone out with back home would have done *anything* like that.”

Mollie glanced down at my hard-on. “I see somebody has woken up.”

I acknowledged her observation with a peek of my own. It actually felt good to be hard, especially after cumming twice. It certainly boded well for my staying power while I visited. “Yeah, but he’s still one tired guy. While I’d love to go at it again, I’m afraid I’d probably fall asleep halfway through.”

Bill laughed, “Sus, if you can fall asleep getting one of Mollie’s blowjobs, then you must be dead.”

I joined him in his laugh. “God, you guys are relentless!”

Mollie joined in, “I *would* like you to fall asleep with your cock in my mouth, though. No blowjob, just my warm mouth cradling your beautiful penis.”

Now *that* sounded like an invitation I could accept. “Okay, that sounds great. I’ll buy that.” Another big yawn erupted. “Let me hit the bathroom quick and I’m for bed.”

Bill said to my back, “See you there.”

I got my toiletries bag from the spare room and did my pre-bed ritual, then headed back. My luggage was gone! I looked to see if it had fallen off the far side of the bed, but no luck. I started toward Mollie and Bill’s room and just as I turned the corner of the door, began, “Have you guys seen my…” but I didn’t get any farther, because my bag was right there in front of me, in *their* room!

Bill stepped up to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. “Sus, when we said you were staying with us, we meant it. The bed’s big enough; if you can stand it, we want you to sleep with us.”

I was astounded. The last time I’d slept three to a bed, I think I was five or six years old on a campout with my aunt and uncle in their little pull-behind camper. I had to sleep with my two cousins, both a couple years older, in the fold-down bed that you made from the dining table. Since then, the most I’d ever slept with in a bed was me and sometimes, one other. I had to admit, though, the thought of actually being this close to them, even when sleeping, sounded like it might be kind of fun. I told myself, I’d try this one night, and if I felt too boxed in or like I was going to fall out of the bed, I’d make my excuses and spend the rest of my stay in the spare bedroom.

“Uh, okay, if you insist. This’ll be a helluva sleepover.”

Mollie sidled up to me and placed a hand on my ass. “You want in the middle, or on the outside?”

I thought a second. “I think I’ll try in the middle. That way I can feel both of you.”

She turned to Bill. “Yeah, he’s becoming a slut.” We all laughed.

I crawled into bed and made myself comfortable. While brushing my teeth, I realized the erection Trish brought on had gone away, but that was okay. I wasn’t out to do anything but sleep anyway.

Mollie got into bed, laid her head on my belly and gently placed my cock in her mouth. No tongues, no suction, no head-bobbing, just the feeling of being enclosed in a warm, inviting place. Bill got in next to me, and while it felt strange to be skin-to-skin with another man like that, especially when we weren’t going to try to have sex, it felt good, too. I’ll admit, at that moment, I *did* feel a little claustrophobic, them both being so close against my body, but I vowed to give it at least one night.

Somewhere along the line, I did fall asleep, Mollie still there patiently holding me in her mouth, Bill pressing his body against my side, his soft cock mashing into my hip. The last thing I remembered thinking as I drifted away was, ‘I’m glad I came to visit.’

After James witnessed what was going on with Jenna, he thought to himself “Anything goes.” And knew that it could get really interesting. James continued with his rub-down on Jill.

He continued to work up her leg until he got to her ass – at that point, he took the towel that was still mostly covering Jill up and threw it completely off of her. He grabbed both sides of her ass with both of his hands and began to massage in a forceful manner. It wasn’t long before Jill was moving moving her ass up and down to the same rhythm that she was being rubbed.

Jill was fully enjoying what was going on, but it suddenly hit her that there was someone in the room to prevent this sort of thing from happening – so she needed to see where and what Jenna was doing. Jill lifted her head up and faced it the other way – toward where Jenna was, and then slightly opened her eyes to see Jenna.

What she saw was Jenna now sitting in the chair completely naked – her right hand was rubbing herself off while her left hand was tugging at the nipple of her well-developed breast. This brought Jill to even a higher level of excitement than she had been before.

Jill got up on her elbows in order to get a little better view of Jenna. At the same time, she felt the fingers of James touch her right between the pussy lips. His finger began to work its way up and down with the greatest of ease – she was sooo wet. Fingers began to work there way in and out of Jill’s pussy as she was now pushing back against his fingers to welcome them all the way inside of her.

Jenna now had her full attention on what was happening at the massage table. Jill felt James’s fingers leave her, and after a brief silence, heard a belt buckle being undone and a zipper unzipping. James walked around to the front of the table and right in front of Jill, began to slide his pants down.

As James’s pants went down, his almost fully erect cock was staring Jill right in the face. It was a great size – much bigger that what she was used to and with great eagerness, she reached out and grabbed a hold of it. It was nice and warm and now fully hard – she could feel his pulse as she wrapped her hands around its large girth.

Instinctively she got up on her knees and guided it into her wanting and anticipating mouth. She got just the head of his cock into her mouth when she realized that it might be even bigger than it looked as it stretched her lips to the limit. She took it out of her mouth and looked up at James – making eye contact with him as she darted her tongue all around the head of his cock. James moaned a bit as he grabbed the back of Jill’s head and forced his cock into her mouth. She quickly felt the end of his cock hit the back of her throat – he still had hold of her head as he repeatedly slid it in and out.

Jenna watched what was going on and thought she may want a little piece of that action. She got up from her chair and began to walk over to the massage table. On the way over, something that was lying on the bed grabbed her attention. It was the strap-on dildo that Jill was using earlier on herself.

Jill had been in such a hurry, and in an intoxicated state to hurry and get ready for her massage that she had left both the TV movie on and the strap-on laying on the bed. Jenna reached over and grabbed it on her way to the table. She stood behind Jill as she was up on her knees sucking on James’s cock – she could see the wet glistening of Jill’s pussy as she was kneeling in the doggie position.

In no time at all, Jenna was tightening the strap-on around her waist – it was all I could do not to cum right there – I had my cock in my hand but was no longer able to stroke it as I knew I would have blasted the door in front of me with spurts of my own cum.

Jenna slowly and calmly walked up behind Jill. She grabbed both ass cheeks with her hands and began to rub them. She then lifted herself up and knelt on the massage table – directly behind Jill. She reached down and grabbed a hold of her rubber cock and lifted it up – right to the entrance of Jill’s love hole. After rubbing it around for a few seconds, Jenna held on to her cock with one hand and Jill’s hip with the other and began to shove the rubber cock into Jill.

Within a few pumps, Jenna had the cock buried all the way inside of Jill – she now grabbed hold of her hips with both hands and started a steady rhythm of pumping it in and out of her. Jill took the cock out of her mouth long enough to let out a moan while she went back and forth between slapping the cock against her face and tongue and licking James’s balls. This went on for about another five minutes.

Jenna slowly removed her cock from Jill’s now swollen pussy lips and moved around to the front of the table. She got down on her knees and put her face right next to Jill’s. Jill took his cock out of her mouth and pointed toward and slid it in to Jenna’s wanting mouth.

Jenna was an excellent cocksucker – she went to work like a pro, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft. Jill began to do the same thing and from time to time would meet up with Jenna’s mouth and they would exchange darts of each other’s tongues.

James had a hand on the back of each one of there heads – he looked as if he was in ecstasy and I couldn’t blame him. James’s legs began to buckle and he needed a break if this was going to continue any further, so he pulled away from the both of them and walked over to and lay on the bed.

Both of the women watched him as he did this and as soon as he was situated, they got up and followed him over there. They began to jockey for position on their way to the bed and then Jenna quickly remembered that Jill was the customer and let her take the lead.

To Jenna’s surprise, Jill motioned for Jenna to get up and straddle James. As Jenna began to do so, Jill quickly turned her around so that she would be reverse cowgirl position on him. As soon as Jenna had herself positioned, she slowly began to lower herself onto the big stud below her.

Jill watched intently grabbing each of her own tits as James’s cock slowly disappeared. As Jill watched, Jenna began to pick up the pace bouncing up and down on his cock as her tits began to wildly bounce out of control. Jill reached out and grabbed both of Jenna’s breasts to stop them from bouncing so wildly – she could immediately feel how full they were. Jenna stopped the bouncing up and down and instead began to grind back and forth as she had all of James inside of her.

This gave Jill the opportunity to explore Jenna’s hard nipples with her mouth. Jill reached down and darted her tongue over each of Jenna’s nipples – then taking the left one into her mouth with a nice hard suck – Jenna grabbed the back of Jill’s head, let out a moan as she pulled her closer into her.

Jill then began to explore with her hand down to where the action was taking place between Jenna and James – to her surprise, when she reached, she got a hand full of rubber cock – she had forgotten that Jenna was still wearing the strap-on.

Jill continued on and began to move her mouth from Jenna’s nipple slowly down her belly until she was lying on the bed. Jill looked up at Jenna, grabbed a hold of the rubber cock and guided it in to her own mouth – the visual was a big turn on to Jenna even though she couldn’t really feel it.

Jill proceeded as if she were giving a normal blowjob. As she went down to lick where the balls would normally be, she lifted up the rubber cock to find the slit in the strap-on harness – Jill had a full view of Jenna’s dripping wet pussy.

Without hesitation, Jill extended her tongue and got her first experience ever of tasting and feeling another woman’s pussy. Jenna’s reaction inspired Jill to continue and she did everything to Jenna that she liked done to her own pussy – including stroking and flicking her clit with her tongue. Every now and then, Jill would run her tongue along the base of James’s cock and even lick his balls – at one time, Jill actually slid his cock out of Jenna’s pussy so that she could give it a few sucks before inserting it back into Jenna’s love box.

Jenna, not wanting to be selfish, after a few minutes got up from the position she was in and said to Jill “It’s your turn to ride for a while.”

Jill got up from her position, grabbed a towel to dry herself off just a little since she had gotten so wet herself from performing the act that she had on Jenna. She hopped back on top of the bed and climbed on top of James – she was facing James instead of the reverse cowgirl position that she had Jenna get in.

She reached down and grabbed a hold of his stiff cock and began to slide it up and down the pathway to her love hole. She slid the tip of him in her and began to tease both herself and him for a while, and then she sat almost straight up and with one big motion, lowered herself fast and hard down on to him taking his entire manhood deep inside of her – “Oh yeah give me all of that big cock!” she exclaimed.

As she continued to ride his cock, Jenna came up from behind her and cupped both of her breasts, occasionally tugging on Jill’s nipples as she began to kiss and nibble on her neck – much more of this and Jill would be breaking into orgasm. Sure enough, Jill was beginning to feel the start of an orgasm and then the pulling of the nipples and nibbling of the neck ended.

Jill felt Jenna’s hand in the middle of her back as she was pushing her forward towards James until their chests were touching. Jenna grabbed a hold of Jill’s hips and guided them back and forth onto James’s cock as she watched it slide in and out.

Jenna then stood straight on her knees and grabbed a hold of her rubber cock – she lubed the tip of it and then pressed it against Jill’s ass. Jill knew what was coming next and was looking forward to getting double fucked. Jill slowly removed most of James’s cock from her pussy in order to make room for the one that was going in her ass.

Jenna enjoyed getting fucked herself in the ass and was very experienced on what she was doing. She went ever so slowly at first as Jill relaxed enough to begin to let it slide in. In no time at all, the entire head of the rubber cock disappeared.

With the head in, Jill was able to adjust to the size of the cock entering her ass, and slowly, Jenna continued to push it in – inch by inch until it could go no more and all but the very base of the cock had disappeared. Now that the rubber cock was all the way in, it was time for James to re-insert his manhood back in Jill’s pussy.

As he began to slide it back in, it was so tight, so much tighter than it had been before – and Jill felt so full – it felt sooo good. When both cocks made it all the way inside both of Jill’s holes, they worked a few minutes until they started to get a good rhythm going.

Jill began to feel really good as she was shouting for Jenna to “Fuck my ass! Oh Yeah FUCK IT HARD!” Heidi’s head began to get a little dizzy as she started to begin to cum – “Oh double fuck me – c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” and then she start to cum hard. As she started to cum – this set James off and Jill could begin to feel his cock begin to swell even more – she could feel his cock contract and expand as load after load of hot cum began to fill her pussy up – this sent her into another orgasm that seemed to last forever.

When it was done, Jill collapsed and laid chest to chest with James. The two of them were exhausted, but as Jenna slid the cock out of Jill’s ass, she still needed to release. Jill was so spent she couldn’t even talk – she just pointed over to the brown backpack that was on the floor.

Jenna went over and looked through it, found a cock that she liked and laid down on the bed next to the other two. Literally within a minute Jenna was bucking and yelling as she brought herself to orgasm.

James and Jenna got dressed, packed things up and left. Jill cleaned up the room a bit, straitened the bed and went in to take a shower to get ready for whatever we were going to do that evening.

As soon as it was safe, I got out of the closet, left the room and went down to the casino for a while. As I started back for the room, I was curious as to what Jill would or wouldn’t tell me and what was in store for the rest of our Vegas trip.

To be continued…