The news director had left me next to no time to put my latest feature piece together. I kind of had the feeling that the cunt wanted me to miss my deadline, so she’d have an excuse to fire my insolent ass.
I’d been hired at this L.A. affiliate as a segment producer a few months earlier. The general manager had been impressed by some of my work at a local television station in Denver, where I’d written and edited some pieces about mob-controlled strip clubs, tweaking hookers, a topless car wash–the kind of stuff most stations only run during sweeps weeks.
Unfortunately, the news director here seemed to have more scruples than management did. My first L.A. piece, about on-campus orgies at UCLA, didn’t meet her lofty standards of journalistic integrity. One way or another, one of us wouldn’t be around when my six-month contract was up.
I’d pitched her the idea of a Labor Day story about porn-video industry workers way back in July. I thought it would be a great excuse to show a lot of black-banded video clips of hot chicks fucking. And it sure as shit would be more interesting than a typical picnics-and-parades piece. But she’d waited until the morning of September first to give me the go-ahead, so I only had four days to write, shoot and edit the entire thing. Bitch.
I got my ass in gear and set up an appointment with the owner of a San Fernando Valley porn talent agency. He was a big black guy who looked like a linebacker definitely one telegenic dude. He gave me the phone numbers of a director and a few performers. I sent my cameraman over to a porn studio to shoot some B-roll without me. I’d get another cameraman to meet me wherever I was going next.
I had just gotten in my car and opened my cell phone when a beat-up Toyota pulled up behind me and gave my bumper a jolt. The driver was a petite blonde girl in big shades.
I got out when she did. She couldn’t have been taller than five feet, no older than nineteen. She was dressed like the slut of my dreams. Her boobs pushed her babydoll T-shirt out so far that I could see the bare curves underneath. Her cutoffs were split up the seam, showing off the sides of her butt cheeks. The view made it plain she wasn’t wearing panties. She had a belly-button ring.
“Sorry,” she said, sounding not sorry at all. She started walking away.
“Hey, hold on a minute there.” I looked at the way my bumper was pushed up at an angle. “What do you plan to do about this?”
She put her hands on her hips. “What the fuck do you want me to do?” she said with a sneer. “I don’t have any goddamned insurance. Right now I don’t even have a fucking quarter to feed the meter, and I barely had enough gas to make it here. I’m looking for work at this shithole because I’m flat fucking broke, okay?”
She was a sexy, dirty-mouthed little bitch, the kind of girl that gets me every time. Some guys go for shy little debutantes who act prim and ladylike. Other guys prefer friendly tomboys who they can pal around with. Not me. The girls who float my boat are usually the nasty hell-raisers who act out, mouth off and start trouble.
“You mean, you’re going in there?” I asked, looking at the sign above the porn agency’s door. It’s funny, even though the thing I liked about her was her sleaziness, I didn’t care for the idea of this nasty teenager selling her body that way. Don’t get me wrong. Seeing a girl with her looks on a box cover would make me rent a fuck video in a second, but I wanted this slut in my bed, not on my TV screen.
“You got a problem with that?” she asked. Her thighs were so slender and her cutoffs so brief that I could see a few black curls of pussy hair in there. I wanted to slip a finger up inside the crotch of her shorts and play with her cunt right there on the sidewalk.
I don’t know what made me say what came out of my mouth next. Chalk it up to not getting any poontang in awhile. “Look, don’t do that,” I said. “I can lend you some cash until you get a decent job. If you need a place to stay, you can crash at my apartment.”
I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m the kind of naive, backwoods, dumbfuck patsy who believes that every good-looking whore in the world would change her ways if she got a hot meal, a good night’s sleep and the love of a decent man. The truth is that I wanted to see if this sharp-tongued, down-on-her-luck slut might be salvageable as potential girlfriend material. Or if I might at least grab a couple of quick fucks off of her before she tried stealing my stereo.
She looked me up and down, not losing the sneer. “What are you, a goddamn priest or something?”
“Would a priest want to take you home and fuck your brains out?”
She snorted, cracking a smile. “Okay, you got me.” She looked up at the sign again, then back at me. “How far away do you live? I’m serious about being low on gas.”
I gave her a twenty to stop at a service station. She filled up her tank then followed me to my rented house in the Hollywood hills. Her name was Micki. All of a sudden I didn’t give a shit about the video segment I was supposed to be doing. She had just moved to the top of my list of priorities.
Micki went inside ahead of me, casually pulling off her pink T-shirt as she walked around and dropping it on the floor. Her dirty blonde hair stopped short of her shoulders, meaning I could see her entire bare back. I was about to reach around and grab two handfuls of heaven when she sprinted over to one of the windows.
“Cool fucking view,” she said slowly, looking out over the treetops at the Sunset Strip.
“I’ll say.” I was checking out the swollen profile of her bare left tit. She saw where I was looking. She faced me, giving me a straight-on look at both of her big boobs.
She lifted them from underneath, taunting me. “You like these, huh? What do you want to do to them?”
I didn’t feel like wasting any more time on chit-chat, I wanted to get down to it. I reached for one of her beautiful tits and kissed her dirty mouth. She didn’t back off.
She undid my belt, pulled down my zipper and stroked my cock while I wormed a hand inside the loose waistband of her cutoffs. I found the split of her pussy and crooked my finger, easing its tip inside her fuckhole.
“You want to fuck me?” she asked, making the question sound like an insult. “You want to put that great big cock of yours in my cunt?”
“What the hell do you think?”
“I think you’re an asshole who likes to take advantage of girls who are trying to make a living. I think you’re a jerk who doesn’t deserve any pussy at all. That’s what I think.”
She hadn’t stopped stroking my cock while she made her little speech.
“Oh, yeah?” I replied. “Well, I think you’re a dirty little slut who’d fuck anything that had a hard dick on it. And I think you’re going to march your ass into that bedroom and spread your legs, so I can screw that shit-eating grin off your face.”
Her pussy got wetter around my finger. When it came to smart-mouthing, she liked to get it as good as she gave.
She pulled my hand out of her shorts and strolled toward the bedroom, unzipping while she walked. When she stepped out of her shorts, I saw a sloppy ballpoint tattoo of a butterfly at the top of her crack.
She stretched out face down on my unmade bed. She opened her legs wide and tilted up her butt while I stripped off my clothes. I had a clear view of her little pink anus and the hairy slit of her pussy.
“Eat my ass a little bit,” she said. “I don’t let any guy fuck me if he isn’t willing to lick my asshole first.”
She acted as though she thought that was something I’d resent doing. She had a few things to learn.
I spread her cheeks, pulling her asshole wide for my tongue. “I’ll eat your ass,” I said, “but not just a little bit.”
I shoved my tongue as far up her asshole as I could, getting it good and wet and really reaming it. Micki gasped in surprise. I rooted up and down her crack, then probed deep in her sphincter again and again. Like I said before, I like it nasty.
“Fuck!” she moaned, writhing in my grip. “Jesus fuck, that feels good!”
I slipped a thumb in her cunt, using the fingers of the same hand to play with her clit. When I tweaked her swollen button, she started to come.
After she came down off her peak, I pulled her up onto all fours. My dick slipped inside her cunt with no resistance at all. I watched her asshole flex while I fucked her pussy from behind. When I was ready to shoot a load, I pulled my cock out of her snatch and aimed it down at her winking browneye. I pushed just the head of my dick inside her asshole, then pumped her full of hot cream.
Micki headed to the bathroom. I heard her in there, farting out my come. Man, she was sweet.
My pager beeped. The cameraman I had sent to the porn studio wanted to know if I needed him anywhere else. It was nearly three o’clock. I’d wasted almost the whole afternoon. I said I’d call him right back.
Micki returned to the bedroom while I was setting up a four o’clock interview with a porn actress. I told Micki what was up, I called my cameraman to tell him where he should meet me and I hurried to get dressed.
“You said I could crash here, right?” Micki said from the bed.
Now that I’d shot my wad, I was beginning to regret that offer. “Sure, sure,” I said. “I might not be back until late tonight, though. There’s a little bit of food in the fridge, but I’ll leave some cash on the counter if you want to go out for something.”
She smiled like a cat. “See ya,” she said, closing her eyes and curling up.
Okay, here’s a big fucking surprise: I got home at midnight and she was gone. No note, nothing. But at least my stereo was still there.
Bigger surprise: At two in the morning, I heard pounding on my door. It was Micki, completely wasted, hanging on the arm of a guy her age who looked slightly embarrassed.
“I brought somebody home for us to party with,” Micki announced, slurring her words. “This is–” She looked expectantly at the guy.
“Corey,” he said, sounding kind of wounded. “Dude, she said you’d be cool with me coming over,” he mumbled. “If it’s a problem–”
“No problem,” Micki said. She reeled her way into the living room. She pulled off her T-shirt the same way she had done that afternoon, baring her amazing tits. “Now let’s all get naked and fuck!” she screamed.
She passed out before taking two steps. While I put her to bed, Corey said, “She’s a real piece of work, huh?”
“That sounds about right.”
He looked sheepish. “Listen, don’t take this the wrong way, but be careful around her. She’s a lot of fun, but don’t trust her too far.”
I liked this guy. He seemed to have his heart in the right place. He kind of reminded me of myself at that age.
I woke up the next morning with my cock in Micki’s mouth. It took me a minute for me to remember that I had let Corey sleep on the couch. When I informed Micki of this, she called out, “Corey! Hey, Corey, are you up?”
“Wha–? Yeah, yeah, I’m up.”
“Then get your ass in here.” She gave me a bitchy sideways grin. “I want to have two big, hard dicks for breakfast.”
Maybe I should have told her that wasn’t going to happen, but part of me wanted to see just how nasty she could get. It excited me to think of her sucking two cocks and letting two men fuck her. Especially since one of them was going to be me.
Corey looked in at us. He was wearing boxer shorts. I gave him a nod.
“Get those damned things off,” Micki said. She ran her tongue over her lips. “Micki’s hungry.”
Corey pushed the boxers down to the floor. His cock was long and smooth. When he stepped toward the bed, Micki grabbed his dick and started sucking it.
The way she was twitching her butt made it obvious she wanted a replay of yesterday’s action. I buried my face in her ass and started to lick.
After a few minutes, she got up on her knees and said, “I want to get fucked by both of you at the same time. Corey, lie on your back.”
Micki straddled his body, facing him. She engulfed his stiff cock with her pussy, then rode up and down on it. The sight of her screwing him made my nuts draw up tight.
Micki looked back over her shoulder at me. “Rub some spit on your dick and shove it up my ass,” she said. “Come on, hurry the fuck up!”
When I pressed my cockhead against Micki’s asshole, it opened up like a circular pink mouth. I eased inside, a half-inch at a time, fucking back and forth. Micki groaned deep in her throat. I could feel the stiffness of Corey’s prick through the membrane of flesh separating Micki’s pussy from her shit tunnel.
“Come on and fuck me, you two bastards,” Micki said, rocking between us. “Goddammit, that feels good. One dick up my ass and another one in my pussy. Yes! Do it!”
I’d been with some wild bitches in my time, but this one took the cake. The three of us were covered in sweat. Micki’s asshole was hot and tight. Corey winced and said, “I’m coming!”
I felt his cock throb against mine as he spurted up into her cunt. Micki reached between her legs, getting her fingers wet with the come that was seeping out of her pussy. She licked her fingers clean.
That did it for me. I went balls-deep and exploded into her bowels. Micki cussed as she came, calling both of us goddamned motherfucking sons of bitches. And worse.
Ever notice how, right after you come, sex is the last thing on your mind? All of a sudden, my mind was back on getting my interviews done and slapping together that video piece. I didn’t plan to give my news director the chance to use “non-performance” as a reason to break my contract. I planned on staying in L.A. a long, long time.
I got out of bed. “Look, I have a lot of work to do,” I told Micki and Corey.
“So fuck off and do it,” Micki said. She was playing with Corey’s shiny dick. It was still hard.
I could tell that she was going to turn into a real pain in the ass after awhile. But I told myself that I could take the bad with the good for a few more days. With Micki, the bad actually was the good, and that’s how I liked it. I decided against telling her to clear out while I was gone.
It turned out that I didn’t have to say anything about that, anyway, because the house was empty when I got home. And I doubted she’d be turning up at my door in the wee hours, the way she had done the night before, because my stereo was gone, too.
I got my porn-industry piece finished on time, and management loved it. That disgusted the news director so much that she quit. Lucky me.
As for Micki, maybe I’m just a nice guy, but I don’t hold any grudges. That old stereo sucked, anyway, and I bought a new one with the bonus I got for the Labor Day piece.
I kind of hope Micki headed back to that porn talent agency. She might just become a star. She definitely has the looks for the job. And she sure as hell has the right skills.
Chimney sweep Reggie Peake had a distinct advantage over his competitors. Before moving to New England, he had spent the first twenty of his twenty-three years in “olde” England. Accordingly, he came equipped with a cockney accent that lent him a certain Mary Poppins charm.
When Reggie went door to door in top hat and tails, with his gleaming copper brushes resting nonchalantly on one shoulder, a boyish smile and a cheery “Ello, luv!” was all it usually took to get in good with the lady of the house. In more ways than one.
Reggie canvassed upscale neighborhoods during the mornings and early afternoons. He could confirm from firsthand experience that many stay-at-home housewives were every bit as horny and indiscriminate as the popular fantasy would maintain. In addition,.he had been told that he was not exactly hard on the eyes, which did not exactly hinder his success with the fair sex.
At least twice a week Reggie got a come-hither glance that meant a woman wanted him to start a fire in her bedroom, not scrape her fireplace with a broom. A surprising percentage of those willing women were sufficiently attractive that Reggie took them up on their offers. He liked letting those neglected ex-debutantes turn the tables on him by “cleaning his pipes.”
Reggie found it highly amusing to sport with those well-bred wives in their comfortable homes. The rich, self-satisfied clots they had married, with their luxury cars and fancy downtown offices and cellars full of expensive wine, would have been simply appalled at the shameless conduct of their pampered spouses.
Reggie recalled one Briana, head of a local floral society, with her rump in the air and her well-oiled anus gaping in hungry invitation. And Juliet, wife of a popular philanthropist, working a foot-long dildo in and out of her pussy while she sucked his cock. And raven-haired Olivia, the politician’s wife, rubbing Reggie’s semen into the radiant skin of her breasts like body lotion, and then licking her manicured fingers clean.
Reggie’s was a dirty job, to be sure, but the fringe benefits were hard to beat.
On the unseasonably warm Friday before Christmas, Reggie walked up the cobblestone drive of a four-chimney brick mansion that made dollar signs dance in his head. The huge front door opened before he could knock. A twentyish blonde beauty dressed in riding gear gave a small gasp of surprise when she saw him.
Reggie’s own eyes opened as wide as hers. The girl had the look of a very expensive trophy wife, with a red blazer over one arm and a riding crop in her hand. Most of her hair was pushed up under a black velvet cap, showing off her slender neck. Her full lips were bright red and glossy. Her white silk blouse was nearly transparent, with ruffles at the center. Her tits were so full and heavy in the smooth cups of her bra that they hung nearly halfway to her trim waist. Reggie did not detect any evidence of panty lines in her skintight riding pants. What he did see was the impression of her pussy mound and the split between her cunt lips.
“Sorry if I surprised you, mum,” Reggie said. “Just wanted to inquire as to whether you wanted my pole up your flue this fine morning.” He’d had a lot of luck with that not-so-subtle pitch, delivered with a sly wink and a friendly grin.
“Is that supposed to be funny?” the woman said, narrowing her eyes. She was about to say more when she was cut off by a voice behind her.
“Who is it, Eva?” An older woman came into view. Reggie guessed that she was well into her sixties, although admirably well-preserved. She wore a casually elegant blue linen dress and matching shoes. Although the skin on her face was a little tight, she had a surprisingly good figure and a great pair of legs.
The blonde’s manner changed subtly, losing a bit of its starch. “It’s just a chimney sweep,” she said casually. “I was about to send him on his way.”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” the older woman said. “Please, do come inside, young man. You, too, Eva. We’ll have a little Christmas party.”
“But I have my riding lesson today, and–”
“Fuck your goddamned riding lesson, Eva,” the woman said surprisingly. “I know what you want, and so do you. And I’ll bet this strapping young man can give you as good a riding lesson as you might want. Don’t you think so?”
Something changed in the young woman’s eyes. Her breathing seemed to quicken. “Yes,” she said softly. “Yes, I’m sure he could.”
“Then why don’t you get your little ass back in the house, hmm?”
Reggie was not sure what the hell was going on, but the exchange definitely had piqued his interest. The older woman waited for Eva and Reggie to walk past her into the foyer, which was decorated with holly wreaths and silver bells. Reggie stared at the firm cheeks of Eva’s beautiful ass as she walked. He mused that the material of her flesh-toned riding pants was wedged so deep in her crack that a fart would split the center seam.
The older woman’s voice took on more of a hostessy tone when they reached a festively decorated sitting room. “I should explain that darling Eva can be a bit temperamental at times. That is when she almost forgets what a nympho slut she is at heart.” She turned toward Eva, and without changing expression said, “You may remove your clothes now, dear.”
Eva stood up and a kind of languorous passion came over her face, and her eyes seemed to glaze over. She didn’t look away from the older woman’s eyes as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
Reggie ran a finger around the inside of his collar. His cock stiffened as he watched more and more of Eva’s pink flesh, and the white lace of her bra, come into view. She had to pull the bottom of the blouse out of her pants to undo the last of its buttons. She quickly undid her cuffs, pushed the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall from her slender arms onto the Oriental rug.
Eva’s bra seemed a size too small. The tops of her voluptuous breasts bulged over its cups. When she reached behind her back to unhook it, her tits swelled out to their full proportions. Eva flipped down her shoulder straps and tossed the bra toward a twelve-foot Douglas fir Christmas tree in the corner. It caught on a branch and hung there among the glittering ornaments and tinsel.
Reggie was pleased to discover that Eva’s oversize breasts seemed to be all natural, even though their large size was quite out of proportion to her petite body. Her nipples were the puffy type, whose surrounding halos stood out from the surface of her skin. They were a very deep pink.
Eva stood in the center of the room, her shoulders back and one leg slightly in front of the other. Her expression had changed to arrogant pride, as if she were a show horse on display. She knew how good she looked.
“Do you like Eva’s breasts?” the older woman asked.
Reggie’s mouth was watering. “She’s a beauty, mum, and that’s no lie.”
“Eva, why don’t you show the gentleman what you can do with those wonderful tits of yours?”
Eva stepped toward Reggie. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down into a Louis XIV rosewood chair. She got on her knees between his legs. After unzipping his pants, she pulled his hard cock from the fly of his boxer shorts. She placed one of Reggie’s hands at the base of his erection, indicating that he should hold his prick out. When he did so, Eva leaned forward and pressed her warm breasts around his tool, surrounding it. She began moving her chest up and down, letting Reggie’s dick slide between those firm mounds.
The older woman looked on approvingly. Eva dipped her head and sucked Reggie’s cock a little, then let him tit-fuck her some more. She was pushing both her breasts around his meat with her hands, making a tight surrogate pussy.
Reggie could not take his eyes off of her. He only looked up when he heard the older woman say, “Oh, it’s you, Anthony. Come in, come in.”
A nearly seven-foot-tall black man in a chauffeur’s uniform stepped into the room, holding his cap in his massive hands. His head was shaved. His face looked as if it had been carved from old anthracite.
The older woman told him, “Please be so good as to fuck Eva in the ass now, won’t you? I think that is exactly what she needs this morning.”
The black man gave a curt nod. Eva kept her tits pressed around Reggie’s cock, but raised her butt so that it stuck up in the air, pointing toward the black man. Anthony ran a finger up and down the crack of her tight riding pants. He must have found a weak place in the stretchy material, because Reggie heard the seam start to rip. Anthony used both hands to tear that split open wider, baring Eva’s entire backside.
Reggie watched Anthony bury his face between Eva’s spread cheeks. He hungrily licked and probed Eva’s asshole, showing no self-consciousness whatsoever. Eva moaned as she continued hunching her magnificent chest up and down Reggie’s cock. She looked over her shoulder at Anthony and breathed, “Do it to me. Stick your big dick up my ass.”
Anthony quickly pushed down his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. Its head was dark purple, but the stalk was as black as the sootiest chimney Reggie had ever cleaned. Anthony spit in one hand and rubbed his saliva all over his cockhead, then pressed it against Eva’s anus. Eva grunted low in her throat as the chauffeur tried to work that thick black snake into her small opening, with little success.
“I think she might need the device,” the older woman said. She handed something bulky and metallic to Anthony. Reggie was not sure what it was, or exactly what Anthony did with it. But when Anthony handed it back to the older woman and pressed against Eva’s anus again, his cock slipped inside with almost no resistance.
“That’s the way,” the older woman said, nodding her head approvingly. She was sitting at the edge of her tastefully embroidered chair for a good view. “Fuck her good and hard, the way she likes it. Slam that big dick up her ass.”
Eva reached down to finger her pussy. She grabbed Reggie’s cock with her other hand and began sucking him ferociously. She had dropped the last vestige of her aloof, haughty attitude. She was all animal instinct now, like a cat in heat.
The older woman picked up one of Reggie’s long-handled copper brooms. She ran its coarse bristles lightly over Eva’s sweaty back, leaving black designs on her bare skin. Eva wriggled with pleasure.
All Reggie could think about was how good Eva’s mouth felt on his dick, and how sexy she was, and how much he wanted to come. The black man pounding in and out of her rump and the old bitch caressing her with a sooty broom only added to the general atmosphere of erotic weirdness.
Eva took her mouth from Reggie’s prick. She looked at the older woman. “I need a cock in my cunt,” she said, pleading. “I want this one to fuck my pussy while Anthony is in my ass. Please, I’m so horny.”
Eva and Anthony stared at the older woman, awaiting her answer. A clock on the mantlepiece chimed noon by playing the first few notes of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,” which seemed singularly inappropriate. The older woman gave a thin smile. “Well, it is the Christmas season,” she said.
The black chauffeur, seeming to know the choreography of this dirty dance from prior experience, kept a good grip on Eva’s hips. He pulled her backwards with him, never dislodging his cock from her asshole, as he sat on the rug and stretched out his legs. Then he lay back flat, with Eva’s sooty body atop his.
The split in the back of Eva’s riding pants continued halfway around the crotch. Eva gripped the sides of that rip with both hands and tore the split wider, all the way up to her belly, baring her entire abdomen. Her pussy was completely shaved.
Reggie thought she looked absolutely irresistible. The rip in her pants made her smooth cunt look even more exposed than if she had been nude. He could see Anthony’s black cock sliding in and out of her widely stretched asshole. He could see the fingertip-size nub of her pink clit. And he could see the shining slit between her pussy lips, waiting to be filled.
Reggie got between Eva’s legs. He rubbed his dickhead in her creamy slit and found her hole. It seemed to suck him inside as he thrust into it. He felt Anthony’s monster cock rubbing against his through the membrane that separated Eva’s two openings. Eva’s eyes rolled up in her head, and she grunted like an animal.
Reggie sucked Eva’s right tit and tried not to look at Anthony’s almost frightening face, which was set in a grimace of determination. This was one strange, twisted, fucked-up scene, but Reggie didn’t care. He could not remember the last time he had felt so totally turned on.
He, Eva and Anthony bucked and grunted on the floor. Reggie’s load was building. He knew it would not be long now before he would explode.
He saw the older woman get out of her antique chair and hurry toward the three of them. She dropped to her knees beside Eva’s head. Then she lifted her tailored linen skirt and pulled down the front of her panties. Reggie nearly choked when he saw a rock-hard cock standing out from the older woman’s crotch. Eva put her lips over its head and started sucking.
“That’s it, suck your husband’s cock while these two dirty bastards fuck you,” groaned the older woman, who, Reggie now realized, was really a man. “Make me come, you sweet little nympho. Suck my dick. Suck my hard dick!”
Reggie could tell from the way Eva began swallowing that her geriatric, crossdressing husband was shooting his load down her throat. Anthony must have regarded that as his cue to finish up. Through the skin separating Eva’s pussy from her asshole, Reggie felt Anthony’s cock swelling and releasing, even though the black man’s expression never changed.
Eva’s husband stuck a finger up Reggie’s ass. “Go on and come, dear,” he cackled. “It’s not polite to take too long.” Underneath Eva’s body, Anthony looked up at Reggie and grinned widely.
A strange combination of calm and lust somehow inspired Reggie to cross the finish line. With no small measure of relief, he felt his cock begin spurting into Eva’s pussy. He heard her scream of fulfillment as her body bucked against him. He made it a point to give a loud moan of satisfaction, making it clear to all concerned that he had fulfilled the requirements of his role.
Reggie left in such a hurry that he forgot all about offering to clean the mansion’s chimneys. Then again, the owners probably were not the type who would care very much if their flues were blocked.
It was damned certain that Santa Claus would not be stopping by that house for a visit.
Before me was a classic Thanksgiving landscape: a frozen lake, snowy pines, white-blanketed fields. A plume of smoke curled from the stone chimney of a two-hundred-year-old farmhouse in the distance. Down the hill, a horse-drawn sleigh had stopped beside a narrow lane.
Only one thing tainted the wholesome holiday ambience. In the sleigh, my wife Lindsay was on her knees in front of Robert, my sister’s husband, whose hard dick was sticking out of his zipper. One of Lindsay’s white-gloved hands was wrapped around the thick base of that throbbing cock. Lindsay was alternately sucking it and licking up and down its length. The dirty little slut was practically worshiping the goddamned thing.
I was a good twenty feet away, squatting out of sight behind a snow-covered bush. But the November air was so crisp and clear that I could see every stitch of Lindsay’s tiny cotton glove as she grabbed hold of Robert’s erection. I could see the blue veins that stood out from the sides of Robert’s stiff dick. The head of his cock was so big around that Lindsay had trouble fitting her small mouth around it. But somehow she managed.
The sleigh’s leather upholstery was the same dark shade of brown as Robert’s bomber jacket. His matching gloves gripped the shoulders of Lindsay’s red ski parka. He was panting with pleasure, his breath making little puffs of steam in the frigid air. He obviously loved the way my pretty wife was sucking his dick.
Lindsay had Robert’s scrotum wedged over his zipper’s opening, propping his balls. She covered the swollen sac with her mouth, drawing it in deeply. I knew from personal experience that she’d be running the point of her long tongue up and down between his balls soon, pressing hard, giving Robert her special brand of excruciating pleasure.
Lindsay’s red wool stocking cap was pulled down to cover her forehead, her ears and most of her blonde pageboy cut. Most importantly it kept her hair from swinging in front of her face and obscuring my view. When she finally put her lips around Robert’s dick again, I could hear soft, moist sucking sounds. I watched as her saliva ran down his dick in trickles of white bubbles.
It was too much for me to take. I had to do something. I couldn’t just stand there and watch.
This wasn’t the first time that Lindsay had fucked around on me. I had already caught her on two other occasions, although I never confronted her about them.
The first time was in the exercise room of our apartment building. We live in one of those places that has a few Nautilus machines and Stairmasters for the tenants to use. We had been over to another couple’s place for a catered party featuring just about the richest food I’ve ever tasted, and both of us were stuffed by the time we got home. Lindsay, always conscious of keeping her sexy figure, said, “I want to work off some of those calories downstairs. You can go on to bed, if you want.”
She changed into a workout leotard, grabbed herself a towel and headed downstairs. I was so beat that I was glad she didn’t want company. I caught the sports scores on cable, then stripped to get into bed. But when I caught a glimpse of my gut in the mirror, showing the effects of too many trips back to the buffet table, I changed my mind. I pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts and headed for the elevator to join Lindsay.
I caught my first glimpse of her through the narrow vertical window in the gym-room door, just as I was about to push it open. My hand froze in mid-air. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Some guy I had never seen before was in there fucking her.
Lindsay had one knee on the padded red seat of a weight bench. She was bent over and gripping the silver metal of a barbell that rested on a stand.
The crotch of her leotard was unsnapped, exposing her crack. Her leotard’s scoop neck was tugged down so her round little tits were hanging out. The stranger behind her wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of running shoes was slamming his dick in and out of her pink pussy. Lindsay grunted with each thrust, her titties swinging back and forth.
I didn’t know if the guy was someone she’d been screwing around with all along or if he was someone she’d just met. I didn’t know if she’d arranged to meet him that night or if they’d ended up there by chance. All I knew was that my wife had another man’s cock up her cunt, and she was loving the hell out of it.
I took a quick look around. The elevator had left. Nothing else was on that floor but storage facilities, so it was unlikely anyone else would be coming down at that time of night. The hallway I stood in was darker than the brightly lit exercise room. That meant Lindsay and her lover probably couldn’t see me watching them through the door’s narrow window.
I stepped back a little farther and kept watching.
The stranger held Lindsay’s butt cheeks open wide as he fucked her. He put one of his thumbs in his mouth, then placed it against her asshole. I saw it go in deep, all the way to the second knuckle. He fucked her ass with his thumb while he pounded her pussy with his cock.
Lindsay looked back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were half-closed with pleasure. She smiled like a slut. I saw her mouth move, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying.
Her lover slid his cock out of her cunt. His shiny prick was so bright red from the friction of fucking my wife that it looked sunburned. He leaned over and put his mouth in Lindsay’s spread crack. From his angle of approach, I knew he was eating her asshole.
Lindsay threw her head back. She clearly loved what he was doing to her. The next time she said something, it was easy to lip-read her words. She mouthed, “Fuck my ass.”
The stranger took hold of his prick. He put its helmet-shaped tip against the rim of Lindsay’s well-worked shithole. I watched him slowly ease his cock into my wife’s rectum. Then the pumping started again. He was fucking my wife’s asshole.
I felt a weird mix of emotions. I felt betrayed by Lindsay, angry at the guy she was with and confused as to why she would cheat, since I thought I had been a pretty good husband while we’d been married. At the same time, my cock had grown incredibly hard watching Lindsay through that window. I don’t know what that said about me, but watching another man fuck my wife was a definite turn-on.
I pulled my dick out of the leghole of my gym shorts and started tugging on it. Lindsay’s nipples were so stiff, they looked an inch long. Her face was flushed. The guy behind her was sweating right through his gray T-shirt. When he pulled his prick out of her shitter and shot his load on her back, I spurted against the beige metal surface of the exercise-room door.
I cleaned up and hurried back upstairs. Lindsay joined me in bed about twenty minutes later. I could smell her cunt juice, the stranger’s come and their sweat. She hadn’t bothered to shower after her “workout.”
At first, I pretended to be asleep. Then I realized that I couldn’t help myself. I had to go down on her.
Without a word, I ducked under the covers and pushed Lindsay’s legs apart. She smelled irresistibly ripe. I started eating her sloppy pussy for all I was worth, knowing that another man’s cock had been sliding in and out of it not a half hour before. I moved my tongue down farther so I could probe her freshly fucked asshole.
Lindsay moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, basking in the attention she was getting. If she knew that I could tell what she’d been doing downstairs, she didn’t let on. Neither did I. When I finally put my cock in her, it ended up being one of the best fucks of my entire life.
I couldn’t figure out how to confess that it excited me to watch another man fuck her. Looking back on it the next morning, I wondered if the whole thing had been a fluke. How could I have gotten so turned on by something so wrong, so disgusting?
Still, I kept mentally replaying what I’d seen. I kept reliving the experience of watching another man’s cock going in and out of Lindsay’s pussy and asshole. I knew that I couldn’t trust her anymore, but I couldn’t decide if that was a bad thing.
The next time I caught her screwing around was on tape, not in person. I work late on Wednesdays. Now that I knew Lindsay’s marriage vows meant nothing to her, I wondered if she might be using that night to cheat. I hid a video camera on a shelf in our bedroom to confirm my suspicions.
It was torture waiting for her to leave for work the next morning. She has a longer commute than I do, so she always leaves our apartment first. When she split, I popped my “surveillance tape” into the VCR.
It didn’t take much fast-forwarding to get to the action. Lindsay and a guy I didn’t know a different guy than the one who I’d seen fucking her in the exercise room stumbled into the bedroom, both of them half-drunk and half-undressed.
I sat on the couch and watched them strip for each other on my TV screen. The stranger sat on the bed and Lindsay sucked his dick. She climbed on top of him so they could lick and suck each other at the same time. Eventually, she rolled onto her back and pulled up her knees. Her lover began fucking her, grunting with each thrust, really going at it.
My cock was hard. I pulled on it as Lindsay’s lover slipped his cock out of her snatch and knee-walked to her face. She put her lips over his stiff, slimy dick. When she began gulping, I knew she was swallowing his come. She looked up at him the whole time, staring right in his eyes, adoring him. Watching her with that guy’s dick in her mouth, I came all over the front of my shirt. I had to change clothes before going to work.
I wondered what kind of man I was. No guy with any self-respect could enjoy seeing what I had just witnessed. But there was no denying that I had liked it. I liked it a lot.
I wanted to tell Lindsay that I knew what she was doing. At the same time, I wondered if that would ruin everything. Part of what thrilled me about seeing her get fucked by other men was the secrecy of what I was doing. If she knew that I was watching, it just wouldn’t be the same.
I kept my mouth shut. But whenever we were apart, I pictured Lindsay getting fucked by strangers. When we were having sex, I fantasized about her spreading her legs for other men. I wondered how many she had been with. I hoped it was hundreds.
I wondered if she would find a way to cheat with my brother-in-law Robert when we joined him, my sister and my mom for Thanksgiving. All of us had made plans to stay at my grandmother’s farmhouse in Vermont over the four-day weekend. It was a family tradition. For all I knew, Lindsay already might have fucked him last year, and the year before.
As soon as we arrived, I tried to detect any signs that Lindsay might be sending to Robert. I realized that I actually wanted her to seduce him if I could watch. As it turned out, I had to help things along a little.
Lindsay asked if I’d take her for a sleigh ride to the lake. I lied by saying, “I think I’m getting a sore throat. Maybe Robert wants to go.” From the way he tried to hide his enthusiasm, I could tell that he was all for the idea.
I snuck out of the house after they left and hurried through the snow. I knew a shortcut to where they were going. That was how I ended up being at just the right hiding place to see my precious wife kneel in the sleigh and suck Robert’s dick.
Like I said, I knew I had to do something when I saw that. What I did was take out my cock and start stroking it. My slut of a wife was living up to all of my expectations.
Soon Robert was whispering, “Stop, stop, don’t make me come. I want to fuck you first.” The woods were so still that I could hear him as if he were standing a foot away.
Lindsay reached under her long woolen skirt to pull down her white cotton panties. She passed them under Robert’s nose. He took a deep whiff and made a clumsy grab for them. Lindsay giggled and shoved them into a pocket of her parka.
Facing Robert, she placed a knee on either side of his body on the sleigh’s upholstered seat. She hiked her heavy skirt around her waist and reached for his cock. When she sat down on it, taking it inside her pussy, the cloud of a huge sigh escaped from her open mouth into the chilly air.
The sleigh’s metal springs creaked as she bounced up and down on Robert’s lap. His hands were up under her skirt, gripping her bare ass cheeks. Lindsay unzipped her parka and pulled up the front of her embroidered sweater, showing Robert her tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples jutted out stiff and proud from the goose-pimpled flesh of her breasts.
Robert sucked her left tit while he pumped up into her cunt. Above them on the hill, I jerked my own cock in time with his thrusts. Lindsay scrunched up her face, grabbed Robert around the neck and whimpered when she climaxed. When Robert groaned out with his own orgasm, I came right along with him, splattering the snowy bush in front of me with hot spurts of come.
Robert and my wife cuddled and kissed. Then she pulled her panties back on and he zipped up. He took the reins in hand and shook them. The horse pulled the sleigh back into the lane. Soon they had traveled out of sight around a bend.
Overcome with the true meaning of the season, I fell to my knees in the powdery snow. I clasped my hands before my face and bowed my head. And then I gave heartfelt, sincere thanks that I had been fortunate enough to marry such a beautiful, shameless, unfaithful slut.
The gangly nine-year-old at the plate swung so hard he nearly fell over. The ump called, “Stee-rike three!” The players in the field eagerly rushed in for their team’s turn at bat.
Danny Barstow, the red-faced thirty-two-year-old slob who had kept up a steady stream of chatter since the game started, slapped an equally overweight buddy on the back. “Works every goddamn time,” he bellowed. “The little fuckers are easy to rattle at that age.” He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of a hairy arm.
Five rows above him, on the top row of the bleachers, Laurie Williams rolled her eyes in disgust. She leaned toward the stranger beside her, an attractively slender woman who had just arrived.
“Some of the fathers at these games are pretty obnoxious,” she whispered. “But that jerk is the biggest loudmouth of them all.”
“You’re telling me. I’m married to the asshole.”
“Oh, God.” Laurie covered her face in embarrassment. “Sorry. I feel like a complete idiot.”
The pretty stranger gestured at her husband, who was waving his flabby arms in response to a base hit. “Not as big an idiot as he is. That’s why I come in my own car and don’t sit near him. So, where’s your worse half?”
Laurie liked her sense of humor. “Three states away. We split up a few years back. Best thing that ever happened to me–and to my son. That’s him at bat now.”
“Cute kid. I’m Denise Barstow, by the way. Dylan’s mom.”
Laurie knew better than to ask why anyone as nice as Denise would stay married to a moron like Danny. Different women have different thresholds when it comes to how much crap they are willing to tolerate. Sooner or later, she thought, every woman figures out what it takes to make her happy. But each one has to learn for herself how to make a change.
Laurie saw her son swing and connect. She jumped to her feet. “Run, Billy, run! You can make it!” Unfortunately, the throw to first beat him by three yards.
“Too bad,” Denise said. “He was really trying.” She leaned back, resting her pale arms on the bleacher’s wooden cross beam. She was dressed in a thin plaid blouse tied in a knot under her bustline, white cotton shorts, and white tennis shoes over turned-down pink anklets. She extended her long legs so she could rest her feet on the seat plank in front.
Laurie assumed that Denise had to be around her own age, early thirties, based on how old their kids were. But Denise was so youthful, she could have passed for a mature teenager.
Laurie was about to ask how she managed to keep her thighs so incredibly toned when Denise said, “So, what do you do for fun?”
“Billy takes up most of my energy. I can’t even remember the last time I went on a date. Isn’t that pathetic?”
Keeping her eyes on the field, Denise casually asked, “You ever make it with girls?”
For the rest of her life, Laurie never would forget how awkward she felt at that moment. She was too shocked to say anything at first, but she also felt a shiver of excitement. The implication that this attractive stranger was making a pass gave Laurie a strange thrill.
Laurie never had done anything sexual with another woman. Not anything serious, anyway. She had played “kissing practice” games when she was growing up, but didn’t think that was anything special. She also enjoyed looking at other girls’ naked bodies in the showers after gym when she was in school. She rationalized that this was only because the female body is a naturally beautiful thing, like art.
Only once did she have a distinctly sexual urge toward another girl. Laurie had come home early one afternoon to her college dorm, and walked in on her roommate masturbating. Laurie mumbled that she was “really sorry, really!” and quickly retreated. But the sight of her friend Suze lying on her back in a single bed, wearing nothing but a T-shirt while she rubbed a humming vibrator against her neatly trimmed pussy, made Laurie incredibly excited.
She had hurried downstairs and ducked into an empty rest room off the dorm’s lobby, so Suze would not find her if she looked in their own bathroom. Laurie skinned down her jeans and panties, sat on the toilet, closed her eyes and started furiously rubbing her pussy. In her mind, she still could see Suze’s open thighs, and Suze’s delicate fingertips holding open the lips of her wet pussy, and the blunt end of the vibrator pressed against the button of Suze’s clit. Laurie ran her tongue over her lips, fantasizing that she was tasting Suze’s cunt.
That was when she felt herself coming. She kept quiet, whimpering through her climax, imagining the sight and smell and taste of Suze’s cunt. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She had never come so hard in her life.
Afterward, she felt embarrassed and ashamed. She wanted to tell Suze about her feelings, but she also wanted those feelings to go away. When she finally went upstairs, Suze was dressed, and she acted as if nothing had happened. They never discussed the matter in any way.
But sometimes, just before drifting off to sleep, Laurie would recall the sight of Suze’s glistening pink pussy lips and have to touch herself.
She never told any of her boyfriends, or even her husband, about those feelings. She liked keeping those thoughts private. As far as the rest of the world knew, she was a straight, all-American girl–one who grew up to become a thirty-one-year-old single mom who had not gotten laid in three years.
She was sure that Denise had not asked her question about making it with girls out of idle curiosity. It was obviously a pass. This could be Laurie’s chance to make a forbidden fantasy come true. But is that what she really wanted?
She took so long to answer that Denise said, “Hey, I didn’t mean to get personal. I just wondered–”
“No, that’s all right,” Laurie said, trying to sound cool. “I don’t . . I mean, I never . . I mean, I haven’t–”
“Don’t sweat it,” Denise said, smiling. “It’s not a trick question.” She put a hand on one of Laurie’s bare knees and gave it a squeeze.
She is so pretty, Laurie thought. Now that the subject had been raised, she couldn’t look at Denise without picturing her naked. Denise had high, firm breasts. Laurie wondered what sort of nipples she had. She wondered if Denise shaved her pubic hair. Was it trimmed into a V shape, or a straight line, or had Denise shaved herself completely smooth down there?
Laurie looked down at her own petite body. She was wearing a white short-sleeve blouse and pleated khaki shorts. She might not be slim-and-sexy supermodel material like Denise, but she had kept herself in darn good shape. She could still fit into the same size jeans she wore in college. Her breasts actually looked better than they did back then. The extra cup size she had added when she was carrying Billy never went away, which she regarded as a nice fringe benefit to motherhood.
Denise had gone back to watching the baseball game with no discernible expression, as if they had been talking about nothing more significant than the price of eggs. Laurie wondered how she could admit that she wanted to be more than friends. This was all new territory for her. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
“The coach usually always takes the boys out for pizza after the games,” she said.
“I know. My lard-ass husband goes with them, and ends up drinking a couple pitchers of beer before he gets home. Great role model, huh?”
Laurie used both hands to grip the wooden plank she was sitting on, steeling herself. Hoping she sounded nonchalant, she said, “Why did you ask me about, you know–other girls?”
Denise gave Laurie a coy smile. “Lean over here and I’ll tell you.”
Laurie put the side of her head next to Denise’s red-lipsticked mouth. She could feel Denise’s warm breath on her ear. Denise whispered, “Because I want to go to bed with you, of course. Are you interested?”
This is it, Laurie thought. She looked Denise in the eye. Their faces were only inches apart. Laurie gave a slow but unmistakable nod.
“Then come on.” Denise got up and walked to the far end of the bleachers, then headed down. Her fat husband was too busy verbally harassing the umpire to notice. Laurie followed, glad that her son’s team was in the dugout that faced away from the bleachers.
Maybe she was being terrible for leaving when it was only the second inning. She might feel just awful later about not sticking around to cheer Billy on, especially if his team lost. But she couldn’t help herself. She felt like she needed what Denise could give her. After all this time, Laurie was going to do something purely for herself.
She watched the way Denise’s shorts hugged the swells of her butt cheeks as she walked down the cedar path to the parking lot. The center seam was wedged deep in Denise’s crack. Laurie could not detect the impressions that a pair of panties would make.
The thought of her new friend completely bare under her shorts made Laurie’s mouth water. She imagined spreading Denise’s bare cheeks to get a good, long look at her pretty pussy from behind, and her little bathroom place. She told herself that what she was doing was so bad, so wrong, so dirty. But it was so irresistible.
“Follow my car,” Denise said, getting into a late-model Lexus. Laurie hurried to her Accord. It was a short drive. When she parked and joined Denise on the front porch of Denise’s two-story house, she hoped none of the neighbors would see her.
When Denise closed the door behind them, Laurie let out a long breath. She was almost trembling. Denise put her hands on Laurie’s shoulders. “I get the feeling you don’t do this kind of thing very often.”
Laurie blushed. “Would you make fun of me if I told you this was my first time?”
Denise’s eyes went wide. “Really?” She seemed genuinely delighted.
Denise eased closer, running a hand down Laurie’s arm. Her lips were so close that Laurie wanted to kiss her, right then, right away. Denise said, “Do you want a drink first?”
Laurie looked at Denise’s sensuous mouth, her smooth neck, her firm breasts. “No,” she said. “I want . . . I want to make love.”
“That’s a good girl,” Denise whispered. She put her mouth on Laurie’s for a kiss. Laurie felt their breasts pressing against each other, and Denise’s tongue entering her mouth, and the gentle breath from Denise’s nostrils. Laurie’s pussy felt very hot, and very wet.
The kiss went on and on. Laurie felt Denise put a hand between her legs.
“You’re nice and warm down here,” Denise said. “We’ll have to get you out of these clothes.”
“Yes,” Laurie replied. She felt weak. “God, yes.”
Denise led her up the stairs to the master bedroom, where she unbuttoned Laurie’s blouse. She kissed the tops of Laurie’s breasts as she unsnapped her bra. She tossed the bra on a chair.
“You have beautiful breasts,” Denise said, cupping them from underneath. Laurie’s nipples were very stiff. Denise tugged at them, lifting Laurie’s breasts away from her body. Laurie gasped when Denise bent over and covered one nipple with her mouth.
Laurie unfastened her own shorts and slipped off her sandals while Denise sucked her tits. Denise shoved a hand down inside Laurie’s moist cotton panties. Her middle finger found the hot cleft between Laurie’s lips. She wormed her fingertip inside Laurie’s body. Laurie gave a quiet moan.
Denise removed the finger from Laurie’s pussy and put it in her mouth. “You’re delicious,” she said. “I think we should get into bed now, so I can get a better taste.”
Laurie watched Denise remove her blouse–no bra–and her shorts–no panties. Denise’s dime-size nipples were as hard as Laurie’s own. Denise’s pussy was trimmed almost bare, with only the faintest wisps of blonde curls. The lips of her sex were thick and puffy.
Denise toed off her tennis shoes but left on her pink anklets. She pulled Laurie onto the bed, rolling her onto her back. Denise crouched on top, with her pussy resting against Laurie’s mound. She squirmed around a little, rubbing crotches. Laurie reached up and squeezed her tits. They were firm and girlish, with no sag at all.
“I want to eat you,” Denise said. “You’ve never had a girl do that, have you?”
“No,” Laurie said. “But I want it. I want it so bad.”
“And you want to eat my pussy, too, don’t you? You want to put your little tongue all over my cunt.”
Laurie wanted to come, wanted to cry, wanted to melt, all at the same time. “Yes. Yes, I want to lick your cunt. Please let me lick it. Please!”
Denise got on all fours over Laurie in 69 position. The sight of her pussy that close made Laurie lose whatever inhibitions she had left. She covered as much of Denise’s cunt as she could with her hungry mouth. She probed her tongue deep between its folds, up inside Denise’s fuckhole.
Denise’s pussy had a half-sweet, half-bitter flavor. She smelled faintly of musk and soap. Laurie’s nose was near Denise’s crinkled anus. She tilted her head to rub her nose directly against that sweet little asshole. It gave a slight twitch.
At the same time, Denise was licking and sucking Laurie’s clit. She pushed two fingers inside Laurie, fucking them in and out.
Laurie was lost in what seemed like a beautiful dream. In no time, she felt herself coming–not the way she had come with men, but in a deeper, more intense fashion. Her climax seemed to build at the core of her being and explode from every pore of her body. Denise held on tight, licking and sucking, as Laurie bucked her crotch and cried out with joy.
Laurie was glad that she was able to return the favor a few minutes later. She felt Denise’s pussy actually gushing wetness into her mouth when Denise came. Laurie swallowed every drop of Denise’s sweet girl-come.
They kept licking and sucking each other, losing all track of time. Neither of them realized it had been raining until they heard a clap of thunder. Laurie was so dazed, she thought the rain was wonderfully romantic.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?” a man’s voice bellowed, shocking her from her sensuous reverie. Laurie looked to one side and saw Denise’s bloated husband standing in the bedroom doorway. He was dripping wet. Rain. The baseball game!
Laurie tried to scramble from under Denise’s body. Denise stayed squatting above her on all fours, holding her in place.
“Keep still, baby,” Denise said. “Just stay right where you are.” Then she looked up at Danny. “Where the hell is Dylan?” she snarled from between clenched teeth.
Danny’s anger turned into something that sounded more like fear. “Pizza place,” he mumbled. “With the rest of the team.”
“And why the fuck aren’t you with him?”
“I wanted to come home first and–”
Denise cut him off. “Close the goddamned door and get the hell out of here,” she barked, in an emphatically no-bullshit tone. “And don’t come home for another two hours. You got that?”
Her two-hundred-fifty-pound husband started to say something, then changed his mind. He turned and meekly closed the door. Laurie heard him lumbering down the stairs.
Laurie knew she should be mortified with embarrassment at being discovered in such a compromising position. But Denise’s ballsy display had managed to make her even hornier. “God, that was fantastic,” she said.
Denise started licking Laurie’s pussy again, up and down the slit and all around her sensitive clit. “Shhhh,” she said. “We’ve got another two hours, and I don’t want to spend it talking.”
Laurie obediently put her tongue back in the warm groove of Denise’s pussy. Things were going to be a lot different in her life from that day on. She finally realized that she had been playing in the wrong league all her life. She should have known that girls always have more fun playing with other girls than when they play with boys.
Sooner or later, she thought, every woman figures out what it takes to make her happy. But each one has to learn for herself how to make a change.