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   "Finding Work"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008



   "Being unemployed sucks," Kathryn grumbled.

   "Amen, sister," Selena agreed.

   Kathryn laughed and shook her head.  Three months ago, she and her
husband Sam had moved into his parent's house.  The folks had moved south
for a new job, but their house was paid off.  At thirty, Sam was in grad
school at a nearby school, so it had made sense for the couple to take over
his family house.  Kathryn was twenty-five, with a college degree and a few
years of good work experience, and they hadn't expected a great deal of
trouble for her to find work.  The job market, however, was not
cooperative.

   The young married woman clarified the reason for her laughter.  "Which
of you is unemployed?"

   Selena bobbed a shoulder in an amused shrug.  "Technically, all of us."

   Kathryn was confused.  Selena was their neighbor.  She and her husband
and children lived in a house next door which they were renovating to sell.
Selena was about Kathryn's age, her husband Ellison at least forty.  None
of the kids were even teenagers, so they clearly couldn't work, but --
"Neither of you have work?"

   "Not really."

   "How do you afford the renovations?"

   Like a cliché, they were talking across the wire fence which was strung
between their properties.  Selena backed up a little and shrugged.  "Just
some side projects."

   "Like what?  Can I get in on them?"

   The other woman laughed.  "Oh, honey, you sure could, but I'm not sure
you'd be interested."

   "Seriously," Kathryn pressed.

   "Seriously," Selena repeated.

   Kathryn growled.  "Look, we're broke now going on three months without a
job.  My husband is talking about dropping out of school so he can look for
work, too, and I really don't want him to do that.  So I'm pretty much past
having opinions about what jobs or side projects I'm interested in."

   Selena bit her lip, glanced sideway and then shrugged again.  "I do
videos."

   Kathryn looked a question at her.

   Selena mouthed voicelessly, "Porn."

   Kathryn's eyes widened.  "Oh."

   "See, I told you."

   Kathryn blushed.  "Well, I guess that's not really something I'm
qualified for."

   "Oh, you're qualified, hon."

   Kathryn blushed even more deeply, her cheeks burning.  She looked at
Selena.  The other woman was pretty much an American stereotype of
attractive.  She was tan, had honey-blonde hair below her shoulders, dark
blue eyes, about five-five, 105 pounds, with a near-perfect figure that
Kathryn judged to be about 34C-24-34.  She had naturally full lips, shapely
legs, and had a slow but warm smile.

   Kathryn then considered herself.  She had paler skin, rosy cheeks, and
very light blonde hair to her waist and big bright blue eyes hidden behind
glasses she knew were stylish -- but were glasses, nonetheless.  She was
too tall for a girl at 5'9", and a little too curvy with an exaggerated
38C-27-39 figure.  Her lips were pouty, but not full, and she thought she
smiled too easily.

   "Yeah, right," Kathryn said.  "Guys love looking at girls with little
roundness to their tummy."

   Selena smiled.  "You're gorgeous, hon, don't sell yourself short." She
then raised a hand.  "Not that I'm trying to sell you on the work."

   Kathryn bit her lip.  "What would I have to do?"

   Surprised, her neighbor said, "Well, probably you'd do some stripping,
maybe play with yourself, that kind of thing."

   "And I'd make money."

   Selena told her how much.

   As if she'd been thinking about it for some time, Kathryn made a
decision.  "When?  Where?"

   "I'm shooting at nine tonight if you want to just come over."

   "I'll be there," Kathryn said, then turned around and left rapidly, as
if afraid she'd change her mind.  The afternoon went by slowly, and when
Sam got home, she was nervous and on-edge.  She told him something about a
book club, and tried to stay clear of him the rest of the time.  They ate
quietly, and she went back to her own tasks, trying to avoid her husband.

   As it got closer to nine, she realized she hadn't asked Selena about a
wardrobe.  She stuffed some things into a bag, and left for what she
reiterated was a book club.  She drove around the block, parked on the
opposite side of Selena's house and went in.

   Selena opened the door and took her down to the basement.  "I need to go
put the kids to bed, I'll be right back," she said.

   While Kathryn waited, Selena's husband Ellison came down, holding a
camera.  "You ready for your big debut?" he asked.

   Kathryn paled.  She hadn't thought about the fact that there would be a
camera man.  "Sure," she said nervously.

   He looked at her.  "Don't worry, everyone's nervous at first, but you'll
do fine.  You'll sell like mad, too."

   "Selena will be down soon." Ellison then entered another room, shut the
door behind him.  Another man came down soon, and entered the room without
saying anything.  Then another.  And then Selena finally returned.  She was
wearing a tight red sweater and a pleated khaki skirt.

   "You ready?" she asked.

   "I guess so."

   "I told Ellison you'd be doing a solo, and he suggested once you're in
your outfit we take the strip pretty slow and shot a bunch of stills and
then do another whole setup for an autoerotic bit.  Sound good?"

   "I guess so," Kathryn said again.

   "Great, let's go."

   Selena led her into the room, where Ellison was giving instructions to
the other two men, one of whom was setting up lights and the other of whom
held a digital still camera.

   "Guys, this is Kathryn," she said, not bothering to introduce the two
men to Kathryn.  That was fine, because Kathryn would rather keep them
faceless.  She turned to her neighbor.  "Go ahead and change."

   "Right here?"

   Selena looked amused.  "Hon, these guys are going to see it all."

   "Oh.  Right." Kathryn blushed.  "Okay."

   She pulled out the outfit she'd brought, a purple satin nightgown,
matching thong, and black spike heels.

   "Hot shit," the guy with the lights said, appreciating her choice.

   "Thanks," she mumbled.  Kathryn closed her eyes and began to undress.

   Her breathing was shallow from nerves and she felt like she was shaking
by the time she was removing her bra.

   "Damn, those fuckers hold up good," the camera guy commented.

   Kathryn looked down at her breasts.  "These?" she asked shyly.

   "Very nice," he confirmed.  "Most chicks with tits up around
thirty-eight, they start to sag a little, just gravity, you know, not
unattractive even.  But yours hold up good.  Star material, Kathryn," he
added with a wink.  "Give us a lot of tit play when you're doing your
thing, okay?"

   "Eyes too," the lighting guy added.  She glanced up at him.  He
explained.  "Your eyes are big, they pick up the light well.  Drives guys
crazy if you make a lot of eye contact with the camera and they're all big
and shiny like that." He added.  "We'll give you fake glasses about like
yours but without glass."

   Kathryn was surprised, and was starting to relax a little, as all the
conversation made this almost business-like -- which she supposed it was.
"You want me to stay in glasses?"

   "Oh yeah, kiddo," the camera agreed.  "But maybe pull your hair back
into a ponytail if you don't mind.  You're perfect for the innocent-looking
naughty girl thing."

   Ellison spoke up, glancing at a clipboard.  "You shave?"

   Taking a deep breath Kathryn started to pull her panties down.  "I
shaved my legs and armpits this afternoon."

   "Not your pussy?"

   Kathryn blushed.  "No."

   "She don't need to, boss," the camera man said, "check that out."

   Kathryn joined the men in looking down at herself.  Her bush was
naturally very neat and trim, dark blonde curls.

   "Nicely done," Ellison said, as if it were her choice.  "You're gonna be
a star, Kathryn, if you want to be."

   Selena came over and put an arm around her neighbor's shoulders.  It was
still startling and strange for Kathryn have someone touching her while she
was naked in the middle of a room with people going about their work.  But
Selena meant well.  "I told you, hon."

   Kathryn smiled, and then started to pull on her new outfit.  It fit
snugly, the shiny smooth fabric highly flattering to her curves.  The gown
had spaghetti straps and hung low enough show ample cleavage.  It came down
to about mid-thigh.

   "Ready?"

   She nodded and walked out under the lights.  They had a bed set up with
white sheets and a big stuffed teddy bear in the corner.  They spent a lot
of time just snapping pics of her posing, seducing the camera, and as she
got more comfortable, they had her take off the gown.  Down to her heels
and satin thong, she gave them the tit play they were looking for, and that
led to her being willing to touch herself through her thong, and get really
playful.  At one point she even grabbed the teddy bear and pulled it up to
her crotch, as if it were giving her oral through her underwear.

   "God damn, Kathryn," Ellison said when she was done with that.  "You've
never done this before?"

   Kathryn blushed and shook her head, sitting on the edge of the bed.  The
camera guy was still taking stills of her blushing face and her breasts and
her thighs.

   "What a crime," Ellison remarked.  "You could have made a fortune
already."

   Kathryn blushed.

   The camera guy took a close up of her crotch.  It was very strange
having a man with a camera between her legs, inches from her crotch.

   "Ready to play with yourself, Kathryn?" the camera guy asked, standing
up and smiling at her.

   Ellison looked at his wife.  "You think school girl?"

   "Nice call," Selena nodded.

   Kathryn looked at them, a little surprised when she realized that she
was already losing the feeling of awkwardness at being topless in front of
these people.  She wasn't sure how comfortable she was going to be
masturbating in front of them, but she figured she could manage.

   Ellison explained.  "We're going to set you up with a school desk and a
school girl outfit.  We'll explain the details when we get rolling, but
you'll start out playing with yourself under the desk and go from there."

   Kathryn nodded, understanding.  "Where's the outfit?" she asked.

   "We'll need to track it down." He looked up at the lighting guy.  "Help
her find the right stuff.  We'll go ahead and shoot Selena and Drake on the
bed."

   Kathryn watched Selena walk over towards the bed.  Ellison knocked on
the door, and a man came in, burly and older than Selena, and completely
naked.  He nodded at Kathryn and then sat on the edge of the bed.  Kathryn
watched for a moment before leaving with the light man.

   The man, Drake, stroked himself until was starting to get hard, and then
they started shooting and taking stills.

   "What if your wife comes home?" Selena asked.

   "Come on, angel, we have plenty of time," Drake asked.  "You want me to
buy those magazines don't you?"

   "Well, yes, but --"

   Drake grabbed her hand and pulled her to her knees.  "Earn some sales,
angel, earn some sales."

   At that point, the lighting guy took Kathryn to another room in the
basement to sort through outfits.

   "Selena does full porn, huh?" she asked.

   "Oh, yeah, lots of it."

   "Make good money?"

   "Lots of that, too," he laughed.  He looked at her.  "You could, too, if
you wanted."

   "I think that's a little too much for me," she said.  "I'm making plenty
of money."

   "I must say," the lighting guy said softly, "that you're unusual."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You're so god damned pretty and so god damned sweet," he said.

   She smiled.  "Thanks."

   He shrugged.  "It's true."

   "Selena's prettier than me," she said.  "And I'm sure most of the girls
you see are, too."

   The guy shook his head.  "They're nice looking, but even Selena's hot,
but not really pretty." He winked at her.  "You, on the other hand, are hot
*and* pretty."

   Kathryn blushed.  "We should find that outfit before I decide you're
flirting with me."

   "A little flirting is harmless," he assured her, pulling out a school
sweater her size.

   "When I'm wearing only a thong and high heels, it's not harmless."

   He smiled.  "Fair enough."

   When they returned to the studio room, Drake was on his back, Selena
straddling him, facing away from him in an upright position, bouncing up
and down on his condom-covered erection and pulling on her own breasts. 
She made a whole variety of obscene-sounding noises as her eyes rolled back
in her head.  Drake grunted, encouraged her to fuck him like a good girl,
and held onto her hips.

   Despite the presence of video and still camera men all around them and
bright lights flooding the room, and the absolute knowledge that they were
only acting, Kathryn couldn't deny a certain beauty in the joining of their
bodies.  She found it hard to take her eyes off Drake's cock sliding in and
out of her neighbor's shaved pussy.

   After a few more minutes they stopped, Drake pulled his condom off, and
Selena started to jerk him, begging for him to cum as her tongue stretched
out and touched the tip every often.  After what seemed a ridiculously long
time to Kathryn, Drake came, most of his semen hitting Selena in the face.
As they did, the tan blonde worked up a mouthful of saliva and spit on his
sock as she kept jerking it.  Eventually Drake came again, this time most
of his white globs falling back on his shaft.

   After that orgasm, Selena rose and thanked him.  Drake nodded and, naked
as he was while fucking, took a check from Ellison and left.  Presumably he
had clothes in another room.

   Selena rolled her eyes, and started to wipe her face with some Kleenex
as the lighting and camera guy worked on setting up the scene for Kathryn's
school girl act.  "Ellison, Drake is a nice guy, and he can fuck forever,
but when we're going for pay-off shot, we need a guy who actually has some
cum left in his sack."

   Her husband sighed.  "Yeah, I know, sorry about that, babe.  I think you
sold it, though."

   Selena grimaced, as she pulled on her panties and sat down on a chair in
the back of the room.  "I've about had it with these straight gigs," she
told him.  "Too many of these guys just can't deliver in the end.  They
think it's all about size and durability, but when it comes down to it,
it's the money shot that sells, sweetie.  That's why it's called the money
shot." She rolled her eyes.

   "I'll see what we can do."

   Then Kathryn realize that, like magic, the other two men had rearranged
the set, and there was now a chalkboard, a teacher's desk, and a student
desk.  Ellison explained the basic idea to her, and then told her to follow
her instincts just so long as she ended up naked and screaming.  Kathryn
was wearing a cheerleader's sweater and skirt, bobby socks and white
sneakers.  No bra, no panties.  She sat at her desk, and the shooting
began.

   Kathryn tapped her pencil thoughtfully against her homework, then looked
around her, as if checking that the path was clear.  Seeing that it was,
she spread her legs a little under the desk, and moved her hand to her lap.
Looking intently at her homework and playing with stray hairs with her
right hand, she slid the pencil up inside herself.

   She gasped, her eyes widening.  She looked around again, then started to
stroke the pencil in and out of herself.  She aimed the pencil a bit upward
and stroked for a while, finally hitting her g-spot.  When she did, she
gave a startled cry and slid down in her seat.

   Looking around one final time, she tossed the pencil aside, and started
to rub herself.  Ellison was up-close with the video camera.

   "That's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he murmured quietly.

   Startled by his praise and hitting her g-spot again, Kathryn cried out
and slipped down out of the desk to the floor.  For a few minutes she lay
there, skirt up on her waist, head back against her chair.  She raised her
sweater and started to massage her right breast.  She began making soft
sounds somewhere between crying and grunting.  With each one she banged her
head on the chair.

   "Fuckin A Hot," the camera guy said.

   As if guided by some instinct, Kathryn figured it was time to change
things up, and she got up, pulled the sweater off and set on the edge of
the teacher's desk, playing with her breasts.  She even lifted one up to
her mouth, kissing it as best she could.

   "Damn!" the lighting guy said.  "First timer my nuts."

   Remembering what Selena had done, Kathryn alternated rubbing her breasts
with tugging on them.  She found the latter surprisingly arousing, and
realized she was getting honestly turned on.  And she wanted to cum.  She
stepped out of her skirt, and started to take her shoes and socks off but
decided she'd rather not take the time.

   Leaning against the desk, Kathryn reached down with her left hand to
spread her pussy.  With her right hand she began to bring herself off. 
First she thumbed her clit.  Then she three-fingered her slit.  Finally
slid her right finger in as deep as she could, pressing against her g-spot,
and started to swirl her finger around as rapidly as possibly.  The sound
of her own juices was exciting to her.  She started to stroke her bush her
left hand and then as she got closer to reaching climax, she squeezed her
clit with her left hand.  She screwed her face up as she screamed, arched
her back, and came so hard that her jaw quivered as much as her pussy and
thighs did.  She had no control over herself, and was embarrassed to
realized that she was drooling all over her own face and tits.

   "Sorry about the drool," she apologized, wiping herself with the back of
her hand.  Ellison was still shooting video, raised the camera from her
chest to her face, and only then stopped.

   There was silence in the room.

   "Was that okay?" Kathryn asked nervously.

   Selena was the first one to speak.  "Did you just cum?" she asked.

   Kathryn looked confused.  "Yeah."

   "Like for real?"

   "Yeah?"

   Selena raised her eyebrows.  "I've been doing this for five years now,
and I've never had an orgasm while I was working."

   "Girls never do," the camera guy agreed.  "Or almost never."

   Kathryn still didn't entirely know the situation.  "So was that bad?"

   "That was amazing," Ellison told her.  "You're golden, hon."

   Kathryn blushed.  "Thanks."

   Selena, still clad in only a pair of pink cotton bikini panties walked
up and leaned against the desk beside Kathryn.  "Look, Kathryn, we can get
you pretty regular work, if you want it.  Get you some paychecks, and make
us some money too.  As soon as this stuff hits, you're going to be a star."

   The other woman shrugged.  "I got used to it a lot faster than I thought
I would."

   "I'd say," the lighting guy commented.

   Selena said.  "You want to work again in two days?"

   Kathryn shrugged.  "I guess, sure."

   Selena put her around the other woman.  "See you then, hon.  Pay the
girl, Ellison, I'm gonna go check on our kids."

   Kathryn got cash from Ellison and started to get dressed.  As she
buttoned her top, the lighting guy came up to her, touched her hip.  "You
doing anything tonight?"

   Kathryn pulled her wedding ring out of her pocket.  "Sorry, I'm married.
I just figured the porn would be better if I didn't have a ring on."

   The guy shrugged.  "No biggie." He smiled.  "See you in my dreams,
though, Kathryn, like every man in America, soon enough."

   Kathryn blushed again, and made the absurd return drive home, thinking
all the while about how she hadn't considered the fact that if her videos
or pictures got a wide distribution, someone who knew Sam would doubtless
see and recognize her.  She tried not to think about that.

   As she and Sam changed for bed, she couldn't help looking at herself in
the mirror, and couldn't help thinking about all the praise she'd gotten
today.  She didn't normally think of herself in the kind of terms they were
talking.  Cute maybe.  Pretty at a stretch.  Beautiful, hot, sexy...  And
certainly she could never have compared herself so favorably to someone
like Selena.

   Still naked, Kathryn embraced Sam, who was in boxers and a t-shirt. 
"You think I'm sexy, Sam?"

   "Oh yeah," he said easily, squeezing her ass and kissing her cheek.

   "You think I'm sexier than Selena?"

   "No question," he confirmed without hesitation, kissing her throat as he
stroked her hip with one hand and her breast with the other.  He was
already getting aroused, she could feel through the thin fabric of his
boxers.

   "She's pretty sexy, though."

   "Yeah, she's not bad," he allowed, pulling his wife's legs slightly
apart and kissing her chest.

   "What makes me sexier?"

   He guided her to the bed, lay her on her back and pulled his sleepwear
off.  Looking at her, he stroked himself and answered.  "You're prettier,
you're cuter, you have a better body, and a better personality, and you're
just more attractive and sexier."

   Kathryn smiled at his praise and cooed a little as he rubbed the head of
his cock around on her pussy.  "You ever think about anyone else when we
have sex?" she asked.  "Honestly."

   Sam bent over and kissed her breasts.  "Honestly?  Sometimes my mind
wanders when we're having sex, but it never lasts, because you're just so
overwhelming, and I never cum thinking of anyone else."

   "Try," she said, spreading her pussy lips and thrusting towards him.  "I
want you to try."

   "Huh?"

   "Think of Selena when you make love to me tonight."

   "Why?"

   "I want to know if it's better or worse." He slid inside her and she
groaned.  "In fact, let's just consider it a roleplay.  I'll be Selena. 
You be yourself, sneaking around with her."

   "If you insist," Sam relented.

   "Fuck me, Sam!" she begged.

   "Oh, Selena," he grunted, thrusting himself between her legs.  "Oh yeah,
oh yeah."

   "You call this fucking?" Kathryn demanded.

   "I'll show you fucking, cunt," Sam growled.  He pulled out of her and
rolled her onto her belly.  He smacked her ass once hard.  And kissed her
ass cheek as if it were a breast, massaging it with his lips and tongue and
sucking gently.  "Love that ass, Selena, my god."

   "Fuck me!" she pleased.

   He smacked her ass again and grunted, lifting her up and thrusting
himself in from behind.  Sam was in control of the whole fuck now.  He was
thrusting at his rhythm, and he controlled her rhythm by the forceful grip
on her hips.  "Oh yeah, oh yeah."

   "Don't hold back, baby," she urged him.  "Don't hold back.  Just cum for
me.  Cum for Selena, lover."

   He bent over to give her ass another kiss.  "Oh, Selena, love that ass,"
he said again, then resumed his controlled fuck.

   It wasn't long before he came, and the two collapsed to the bed. 
Kathryn smiled at him and kissed him, reaching down to scoop his cum from
her pussy and thigh.  She tasted it and smiled again.  "So how was that?"

   "Damn good," he laughed.  "Why?"

   "I mean compared to when you're not thinking of Selena."

   "Much rather make love to my beautiful wife," Sam said.

   "You were obsessed with her ass," Kathryn teased him.

   "Well, Selena has a pretty nice ass," he admitted.  "But basically she
doesn't do it for me."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah," he insisted.  "Why the sudden interest in Selena's sexiness?"

   "I don't know, I just sometimes feel inadequate next to her," Kathryn
said, summing up without referencing anything that would tip off her book
club secret.

   "Well, don't," he said.  "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met," he
said, "and Selena's not even top ten."

   "Who is?" Kathryn teased.

   "You," Sam laughed.

   "Who else?" she asked lightly, kissing his chest and stroking his cock,
knowing he probably wouldn't get hard again already, but hoping to arouse
him enough to answer her pestering questions.

   "What?"

   "Who's number two?"

   "God, Kathryn, you're in an evil mood tonight!"

   "So tell me," she pressed with a giggle, moving down to kiss his cock.
He tasted of semen and pussy as she licked and kissed his shaft and his
balls.  "Who's second in the top ten?"

   "Distant second," Sam corrected.

   "Sure," Kathryn allowed, but noticed that he was getting hard again as
he thought about it.

   "Probably Carrie," he said.

   "Carrie who lives right across the street?" Kathryn asked in surprise.

   "Hey, you asked."

   "She's forty-five, Sam," Kathryn said.

   "But she's gorgeous, and she has a nice way about her."

   Kathryn was astonished by his answer but even more by how hard he was
again.  She knew it wasn't just from her mouth work.  "Carrie was like
twenty one when you were six and moved here.  Her oldest son was three
years old, and your friend later." Harder still.  "She's second on your
list?"

   "Yeah, Carrie's second," he affirmed, now thrusting his cock toward her
mouth and pressing her head towards him.

   "Carrie," she repeated, licking him and realizing that he was going to
insist on a blow job, and that it would not be his wife but his adolescent
MILF across the street whose mouth he was feeling.

   "Carrie," he agreed one last time, arching his back and pumping deeper
into her mouth.

   Kathryn knew that the way he said her name was different from how he had
said Selena's name.  More like how he said her own name, but even different
from that.  When he came this time it was with a great sigh of
satisfaction, and he lay there with his eyes closed, smiling, while Kathryn
licked him clean.

   She knew that, in Sam's mind, he had just cum in the mouth of his
childhood friend's mother.  She didn't resent it too terribly.  After all,
she had pushed him along that path, and, after all, she had been doing porn
earlier this evening.  The way he had been tonight with two different
imaginary women, though, showed Kathryn the power of fantasy in men's
sexual life.  And she knew that once her porn got out, if she did it well,
hundreds or even thousands of wives' and lover's mouths, tits, and pussies
would be replaced by hers.  At first, that realization brought with it a
great feeling of fear, but the fear quickly gave way to excitement.  And,
too, she supposed that even tonight, the lighting guy had probably picked
up some chick, maybe even a hooker, and was thinking of her.  He had been
pretty obsessed already.

   That thought was a source of even more direct arousal, and Kathryn,
still curled up at her husband's lower body, threw her head back, and
brought her self off with two fingers.

   The next two days flew by for Kathryn.  She was brimming with new sexual
energy and confidence.  Sam detected the change, but didn't really question
her about it, and he didn't seem suspicious.  Possibly he even somehow
credited himself for it.  Regardless, her confidence was even great enough
that she allowed herself to give her near-rival a good looking-over.  She
was delighted to find that Carrie, while not quite as tall and with dark,
loose curly hair, had a very similar figure and complexion to her own. 
Whatever Sam liked about Carrie, he probably liked just as much about her.
That made the older women suddenly even less threatening to upcoming star.

   When the night rolled around to return to work, Kathryn threw a couple
of outfits in her bag and made the long, roundabout drive to her neighbor's
house.  She was again escorted by Selena to the basement, though this time
she was ushered directly to the studio.

   "Hey, there, gorgeous," the lighting guy greeted her.  His eyes were on
her chest.

   "Hello," Kathryn returned sweetly, smiling at him in a way she hoped was
friendly but not flirty.

   "You have anything special in mind, Kathryn?" Ellison asked.  He was
sitting in a chair with his clipboard, taking notes.

   "Brought a few different outfits along," she told him, "but I thought
I'd see if you had anything you thought I should do."

   "Well, I do think it's shame you're only making solo money," he answered
casually.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You make a hell of a lot more working with a partner?"

   "You mean have sex?"

   "Could just be oral or hand job, maybe even just taking shots."

   "I don't know, I'm not sure how I feel about that."

   "It's a lot of money, but I won't pressure you.  Just think about it."

   The camera guy agreed, "Titty fuck would be great."

   While Kathryn was initially very opposed to the idea, the money would
definitely be good, and she supposed it wouldn't be morally or emotionally
that different from Sam thinking about Carrie or Selena or anybody else
while they were in bed.  After all, what made it cheating wasn't the
physical contact but the state of mind.  In that case, Sam had already
busted their marriage wide open.  Still, there was a lot more to it than
just that, so Kathryn just smiled and kept silent for now.

   They started with another set of poses, mostly for stills, but with some
video taken, too.  This time she was wearing a deep purple dress with a
scarlet red teddy under it.  The dress was a wrap-around style, low enough
to show a bit of the teddy at the top.  As Kathryn went through a series of
poses on a living room couch, slowly opening and then removing the dress,
then peeling down the teddy, Selena joined them, and then a couple of
others.

   She heard one young man ask, "Who's the new talent?"

   "Kathryn," Selena answered him.  "Think she's good?"

   "She's fuckin' turning me on," he said, "and I didn't think that was
possible anymore."

   "She's not acting," Selena said.  "That's the difference.  She doesn't
know she's supposed to be faking it.  She's really honestly seducing the
camera and getting herself aroused.  It's god damned incredible."

   Once she was totally naked, Kathryn knelt on the couch, leaning over the
back and thereby exposing her ass and pussy directly for the camera.  She
arched her back to improve the pose even further.  Then she reached
underneath herself and spread her lips, allowing a series of close-ups of
her raw, red gash.

   Ellison brought he video camera along the length of her body, then lay
on the couch to catch the full hanging of her breasts.  She swayed a little
to swing them for his video, and he smiled and when he came up, he said
softly to her again, "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen, I swear, girl."

   That concluded the first set, and Kathryn sat on the couch, crossing her
legs and looking at Ellison and Selena.  "You want me to do another
autoerotic?"

   "Have anything in mind?" Ellison asked.

   "Yeah, I can use this couch, just give me a second to change."

   "Go for it," Selena encouraged her.

   Kathryn went over to her bag.  The young man who'd been complimenting
her, a dark-haired man about her own age with a cut physique, wearing only
a pair of boxers, reached out and shook her hand.  His eyes were on her
breasts, then on her pussy, then finally on her face.

   "You're amazingly good at this," he said.

   "Thanks," she said with a smile, looking his body over with the same
attention.  She was pleased to see that the lump in his boxers seemed to be
a little fuller than it should have been absent any arousal.

   He smiled at her.  His smile was disarmingly charming.  As she pulled
her new clothes out of the bag, she smiled at him, winked, and then started
to get dressed.  She was pulling on white cotton panties with Mickey-mouse
heads in different colors, and a pair of powder blue fleece jammy pants
with yellow Tweetie birds.  Then she pulled on a dark blue shirt with an
angry Tweetie bird and the label, "I been vewy vewy bad."

   "Ready?" she asked the crew.

   They were, and she began.

   Kathryn lay on the couch, as if she were asleep.  In her sleep, she
smiled and rolled so that her shirt rode up, exposing the bottom of one
breast.  Her hand crept in and started to gently massage that breast in her
sleep.  She groaned loudly, waking herself.

   Her childlike smile was instantly replaced by a mask of distorting
concentration and pleasure as she exposed both breasts, and rubbed them,
pressed them squeezed them.  As she did, her whole body squirmed, and she
made occasional soft noises.  Hardly even aware of the cameras or the
viewers, she spit onto her own tits, and then worked the saliva around to
moisten them before tugging them ruthlessly.  As she did this, her pink
nipples became swollen and hard.  One hand remained on her breasts, but she
arched her back and slid the other under her waistband, rubbing herself
quickly.  Once again, the sloshing sound of her own arousal excited her,
and she hurriedly removed the pants.

   She then got up on her knees, wearing on the Mickey mouse panties, and
began finger herself inside the panties, while both cameras got a lot of
close-ups of the action.  When she began to get dizzy and lose her balance,
Kathryn allowed herself to collapse back onto the couch.  She slipped out
of the panties, flung them towards the video camera, and pulled a large red
dildo out from between the couch cushions.

   Kathryn plunged the dildo into her sopping wet cunt with two hands, and
proceeded to fuck her own brains out with the large instruments.  Juices
splashed with each stroke.  She grunted and squealed with every thrust.  As
she climbed up towards the top, she arched her back high, and gave out a
loud, growling scream as she came.  She kept fucking herself with the
dildo, though, now with only her right hand, faster, and angling it up at
the underside of her pubic bone.  When she came again, a loud, guttural
noise exploded from her lips and her body bucked hard.  She banged her back
into the armrest of the couch.

   And then she looked into the camera, made eye contact, and smiled, aware
but not caring that she was again drooling like a moron.

   The camera guy cleared his throat.  "Um, Ellison, I, uh, I might need to
take break."

   "Shut up, dumb ass," the man with the video camera said, though he too
was visibly hardening in his pants.

   Kathryn smiled and wiped her mouth.  "Time for one more?" she asked. 
"After a drink of water?"

   "What are you thinking?" Selena asked.

   Kathryn ran her hand up her pussy and winked at the man who had shaken
her hand earlier.  "I'm thinking I want him to jerk off all over me."

   Selena smiled.  "Sorry, Kathryn, he's already --"

   "I can change my plans," the man said.

   "I think it would be a hot ticket item," Ellison agreed.

   "Especially if he came on those tits," the camera guy agreed.

   "Or fucking anywhere," the lighting the guy said.

   Selena's smile was tight.  "Reese is scheduled to work with me tonight."

   "I'll do you first," the guy said.  "How's that?"

   "Fine," she agreed with a sigh.  "He probably will be running on empty
after we're through, Kathryn."

   Kathryn smiled and shrugged, and then set down on a chair, still naked,
and accepted a drink of water from another man, who was wearing a suit. 
"If he lets you down, I can always step up to the plate, babe."

   Kathryn looked up at him.  In his late forties but quite handsome with
salt-and-pepper hair and a smooth, wealthy-looking face.  "Why don't you
just both give me everything you got when the time comes, okay?" she
suggested with a smile.

   She probably should have been surprised at how quickly she had come to
accept this work as okay and normal, but she didn't really think about it
that much.  Instead, she simply relaxed with her glass of water, naked in a
room full of people who barely knew her, and watched Selena.  Sam was
right, she noticed.  Selena did have a particularly nice button ass, and
the young man appreciated it, too.  He ended up with Selena bend over the
arm of the couch, taking her from behind in a controlled way much like Sam
had fantasized.

   As he did so, Selena making loud, obscene noises which sounded hollow to
Kathryn's ears, the other man in the suit entered the room.  "What the
hell?" he shouted.

   "Oh, daddy!" Selena cried out.  "It's not my fault!"

   The young man pulled out of her, erect as ever, and the suited man
proceeded to spank Selena.  "You naughty little bitch!" he swore.  "You're
always flouncing around, looking for any old cock."

   "But, daddy, you never give me yours!  What choice do I have?"

   "That's about to change, you slut!" he yelled, dropping his suit pants
and boxers to his ankles and then entering his erstwhile daughter in the
same manner as she had already been ravaged, but smacking her ass
constantly as he did so.  Kathryn had to admit there was a certain
aesthetic attractiveness about the way her ass trembled tightly when
smacked, and the light redness it took on only further emphasized how
nicely it was shaped.

   As the man in the suit got closer, he pulled out and jerked himself to
completion over Selena's ass.  He had a pretty good load built up, and he
managed to paint her spanked ass pretty well, the white goo sliding down
her ass to her lower back.

   That was the end of the shoot, but Selena was pissed.  "No cum, no cash,
Reese, that's fucking ridiculous."

   He shrugged and glanced at Kathryn.  "Oh, there's gonna be plenty of
cum," he grinned.

   Selena pulled a robe on and left the studio for the house.  "Sorry,"
Ellison apologized to Kathryn.  "I think she's a little jealous."

   "Why?" Kathryn asked.  "Of me, you mean?"

   "You've got something special," he said.  "Not only are you incredible
to look at, but you are the best natural talent I've ever seen."

   Kathryn blushed.  "Thanks."

   "Don't worry, ultimately, Selena will appreciate the money you make for
all of us and her ego will recover."

   "I'm not trying to --"

   "No, you're not," Ellison reassured her.  "I think for Selena that makes
it a little worse.  She's a sweet neighbor, but she's all business in here,
and she's used to working with cut-throat bitches.  You're not a cut-throat
bitch, so she can't even hate you, and I think that burns."

   "So what do I do?"

   Ellison grinned.  "You get that pretty pussy of yours out there and get
ready to take some cum shots, babe."

   Kathryn grinned, still flattered by all the praise, and did as he
suggested.  Smiling at the two men, she sashayed her way to coffee table in
front of the couch.  "Well, guys, you ready?"

   Both men smiled at her.  Reese removed the condom from his erection, and
the other man got out of his suit.  When they were both naked, Kathryn got
on all four and arched her back.  She then looked straight into the camera
and licked her lips slowly before reaching up under herself and slowly
working two fingers in and out of her pussy.  Reese got in front of her,
watching the pleasure on her face.  He stroked himself slowly, hoping to
make it last.  The other man got behind her, looking at her ass as she
humped down on her own fingers.

   "How want it, sweetie?" Reese asked.  "Face okay?"

   Kathryn, turned on more than she expected by being the center of these
two men's sexual hunger, widened her eyes.  "So long as there's at least
one good shot straight in my eyes, I don't care what you do with the rest."

   "Fuck!" Reese shouted, surprising himself with a heavy slick of precum.
"You really are a hot one aren't you?"

   "Hot for you, baby," she purred, "hot for you."

   Behind her, the older man said, "Kathryn, honey, I've gotta confess
something."

   "What's that, hon?"

   "Selena has a fantastic ass."

   Kathryn laughed, but then grunted loudly as she hit her g-spot.  "She
sure does," she agreed.

   "But you have the best ass I've ever seen, and I've worked Los Angeles
and Austin and a lot of other high tier pro areas."

   Kathryn moaned, loving the praise, especially knowing that he was damn
right about how nice Selena's ass looked.

   "Cover my ass with cum," she begged.  "Please, baby, I want to feel how
much you like it."

   Just then Reese, who had held back while fucking Selena earlier, hit his
limit, and let it fly with a great grunt of relief.  The first shot hit
Kathryn directly in the left eye, and he sprayed the rest of his load just
a little higher, so that some got in her bangs, but most dripped down from
above into her eyebrows and eye lashes.

   Kathryn giggle with girlish delight.  "I love being your slut," she
said. "Do it again, honey, give me more, please?"

   Reese was already stroking himself back to life.  "You beautiful cunt
you."

   Kathryn, her eye oozing with cum, looked straight into the camera, and
then gasped with surprised as she felt a shower of warm, sticky semen fall
on her ass.  The man behind her shouted with each shot, and then, to
Kathryn's further astonishment, she felt his hands on her ass.  And then
his mouth was on her, kissing her ass cheeks, licking his cum off her
flesh. He was moaning.  Telling her how goddamned fantastic her ass was. 
Kissing her cheeks so hard he was leaving purple marks.  She wanted to tell
him to stop, but instead she screamed out, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," and
collapsed forward onto the coffee table, her thighs and ass quivering.

   Reese grabbed her arms, rolled her over and jerked harder, faster, until
he released all over her tits, his cum thin and almost clear, but so liquid
it ran down like syrup on a mound of ice cream.  Kathryn reached down and
rubbed it around herself, moaning and wriggling, as her body heated up from
the inside.  She was gong to cum again, she knew it.  And this time it was
going to be big.

   Reese's mouth was on her know, kissing her breasts, cleaning up the
semen she had just worked into her flesh.  He was licking, sucking.  Hard
and soft.  He tugged on her nipples with his mouth, and she gasped, and
looked down to see the other man jerking himself again.  As she watched his
animal desire for her and felt Reese's mouth savaging the breasts he had
cum on, her vision still blurred by the young man's cum, she felt the
warmth inside her turn to liquid heat, and she exploded, coming again, but
this time squirting hard, all over the man who was jerking.  With every
spray, she screamed and humped up in the air.  On one upward thrust, the
man came again, his cum plopping right down on her bush.

   Kathryn reached down, smeared the semen through her tight brown curls,
then brought it up to her mouth, and tasted it.  Reese came up to kiss her
on the mouth, and she opened her mouth wide, extending her tongue so that
they could play in full view of the cameras.  He had one hand on her
breast, the other was stroking her pussy.

   "Oh god," she cried, pulling his mouth in for a hard, violent kiss. 
Their teeth gnashed, they lightly bit tongues and lips.  "Oh god," she
cried out again, "please fuck me.  Please, just fuck me until I pass out."

   Reese slung himself on top of her, penetrating her pussy with one,
expert move.  "God you're tight," he exclaimed, holding himself up to look
at her love-bitten breasts and cummy face.  "I've never felt a pussy this
tight before."

   Kathryn humped up against him.  She had never been with a man other than
Sam, not since they started dating.  She had never even thought about it.
But, god damn if it didn't feel good.  She used all the strength she could
muster to squeeze him with her inner walls.  At the same time, she beckoned
the other man to come up toward her head.  She opened her mouth, and took
his cock into it.  He was red, and flagging after several orgasms, but he
was a pro and he had the stamina for this, she knew.

   Ellison and the camera guy did their best to keep up with everything. 
This was totally unplanned, and Ellison hadn't expected anything like it,
but he wasn't going to miss it.  Kathryn seemed to really, honestly want
these two men, and it was going to be golden on video.  The camera guy took
all the close-ups he could of her cum-covered body, her pretty pussy being
stretched by Reese, her soft, pink lips wrapped around the other man's
cock.

   Ellison whispered in Kathryn's ear at one point, "Reese isn't wearing a
condom, where do you want him to cum?"

   Kathryn released the other man's cock long enough to cry out, "Just
fuckin cum in my pussy, I don't care if you have a condom, I don't want you
to fucking stop, oh god!"

   It was against professional ethics, but Ellison let it go anyway. 
Golden.

   Her mouth work did its job, and she took yhe older man as deeply as
possible for the explosion, coughing his cum back out all over both his
cock and her own face.  Reese came next, pumping her pussy full of his
white aftermath.  He didn't stop stroking, though.  Instead, he lifted
Kathryn's ass from the table and started ramming her cunt harder and
deeper. Every thrust seemed to hit her g-spot, and Kathryn did, at least,
pass out.

   The next several moments to Kathryn were like a merry-go-round of light,
dark, snippets of sounds and images, and then suddenly, her eyes were open,
and she was fully aware again.  She was on a couch on the first floor of
Selena and Ellison's home.  She was in a robe, stretched out, her head on
Selena's lap.  The other woman looked down at her and smiled, stroked her
cheek.  The malice and resentment from earlier was gone.

   "Now is what call, 'Gotta-take-care-of-this time,'" Selena said.

   Kathryn sat up, still getting her bearings and realized that she was
clean, damp, as if freshly showered.  She looked at the other woman,
confused.

   "I helped you shower.  You were pretty out of it, girlfriend." She
laughed softly.  "You need to drink more water and learn the limits of
human endurance."

   Kathryn thanked her neighbor.  "What do you mean,
'Gotta-take-care-of-this time'?"

   "Well, one thing is, you need to go to the emergency clinic tomorrow
morning," Selena said.  "I mean, god, honey, you let a man have unprotected
vaginal sex with you."

   "Oh yeah," Kathryn said sheepishly.

   "You need to get shots, you need to get checked out, and you need to
take the emergency pill."

   Kathryn nodded, understanding.

   "Now, the harder thing is Sam."

   "Sam?"

   "Honey, it's late.  You've had a shower.  There are hickies on your
boobs and your butt.  Your pussy is red as a beat."

   "Oh yeah."

   Selena smiled.  "It's okay, we'll deal with it.  But that's what I meant
about, 'Gotta-take-care-of-this time.'"

   Just then Ellison came in the room.  He tossed a small glass bottle at
Kathryn, said to Selena, "I made the call," and then left.

   Kathryn looked at the bottle.  Coverup.  "The call?" she asked.

   "He told Sam that you and I ran into each other at the book club and
decided to have a girl's night out and got a little too drunk at a hotel
bar and are just spending the night on my credit card."

   "Wow."

   "Sounds like fun, huh?"

   Kathryn smiled.  Fun.  "It was fun."

   "You're magic, hon."

   "Thanks, I think."

   "You know," Selena said, "here's something to think about."

   "Hmm?"

   The tan blonde bit her lip and said.  "See, we're a pretty small
production outfit here, and you and I are really gonna be competing for the
men, so to speak."

   "Sorry..."

   "Don't be," Selena said.  "But we could share instead."

   "You mean like tonight?"

   "I mean, like, at the same time."

   Kathryn blushed and unconsciously pulled the borrowed robe more tightly
about her.  "I don't know, I've never done anything like that."

   Selena laughed softly.  "We don't have to do anything with each other,
hon, just, you know, share the same guy -- or guys -- in a single shoot. 
That way we both get the work, and the guys have enough to go around.  And,
frankly, even if they're not doing anything lesbian, guys pay out the ass
for anything involving more than one naked girl on screen at once."

   It was Kathryn's turn to laugh.  "Yeah, I suppose they probably do." She
shrugged.  "I'll think about it."

   After that, Selena left Kathryn to sleep on the couch.  As Kathryn
drifted to sleep, she thought about the evening and smiled.  Her own
adventure, the men's mouths and hands on her, being covered in sticky cum,
Selena's ass.  She almost wished she had been awake for the shower, because
she bet Selena's ass looked great with water rolling off it.  And then she
slept.

   When book club night next rolled around, Kathryn still had not made up
her mind.  She was intrigued by the idea of working together with Selena,
but also scared.  She deiced she would wait to make up her mind until it
became absolutely necessary.  Before anything else, they wanted her to do
another run through for poses, anyway.

   "These shots help build your rep on the net," Selena explained as
Kathryn undressed.  "You make more money from the videos, but you get your
name known and your identity established through photo spreads."

   "Identity?"

   "Yeah," Ellison answered.  "You know, some girls are the girl-next-door,
some are goth whores, some are wives gone wild, some are hot cheerleaders,
and so on."

   "What's my identity?" Kathryn asked.

   "Um, we decided to package you as a spin-off."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, Selena is Natasha the Neighborhood Nymph, the wife gone wild
because she just can't enough."

   "Okay?"

   "You're her sweet kid sister Cute Emily.  Your identity is innocent and
naive but explosive when exposed the sheer pleasures of sex."

   Kathryn blushed and smiled.  "So basically myself," she murmured.

   "Fuckin' A you're my goddess," the lighting guy cooed.

   "Easy boy," Ellison warned him.

   They did a fairly simple run of poses with Kathryn in a skirt and
sweater.  A lot of upskirts showing a lacy thong, a lot of thigh shots and
midriff shots.  She took her top off for the end and alternately mashed her
breasts flat and tugged her nipples hard, but she didn't take it much
farther than that.

   "We'd like to do a two-fer next, if that's okay."

   Kathryn tightened up.  Was she going to have to decide already? 
"Two-fer?"

   Selena explained, "We'd like to shoot two things at once.  We have a
fake a wall we'd like to bring in.  Then I'll do Reese on one side of the
wall, and you do your normal solo bit on the other side of the wall.  We
can post it as you getting off and what you were watching while you were
getting off.  Two separate videos, but one story.  Two-fer."

   Kathryn shrugged.  "Okay, I see.  Sounds fine to me."

   The set was laid out, and they brought in Reese as well as a few extra
crew.  While props were brought in and lighting set up, Kathryn sat naked
on a chair.  Reese stood next to her, his hand on her thigh.  "It's going
to tough," he said softly.

   "What?" she asked, very conscious of the handsome man's touch, but
deciding it would be silly to get uptight about it after she had already
had sex with him last time.

   "Being with Selena and knowing you're right by and naked."

   Kathryn blushed.

   Reese went on, "I mean, you know I'll be thinking of you the whole
time."

   Kathryn blushed even deeper.  "Don't be silly," she chided him, trying
to laugh it off.

   "Don't be modest," he scolded her in return, smiling and then winking at
her.  "Selena's not all that.  But, baby, you sure are." He winked again
and then removed his shirt and walked over to the bed on one side of the
wall.  Selena was already sitting on the bed, wearing a t-shirt and cotton
panties, nothing else.  Kathryn appreciate Reese's flattering words, and
she supposed that maybe for some reason he preferred her to the thinner,
tanner blonde, but looking at the other woman, she also knew it was
ludicrous for any man to pretend Selena wasn't attractive.  She was goddamn
hot was what she was.

   As the dual scene unfolded, Kathryn was crouched naked outside the door,
peering in, just gently massaging her breasts.  Two new camera men were
with her, one shooting stills and the other video while Ellison and the
regular camera guy worked the other side of the wall.

   Selena and Reese kissed on the bed, and Selena giggled girlishly as
Reese slid his hand up her shirt to feel the womanly swell of her breasts.
She tucked her hand inside the waistband of his jeans and lewdly worked his
cock over.  "My husband's gone," Selena said, "but my sister's still in the
house, what if she catches us?"

   "Then she can join us," Reese laughed, pulling her shirt off over the
head and then laying her flat on her back.  "She's cute, too."

   Selena giggled again and drew her legs up as Reese kissed her breasts
and began to stroke between her legs.  "You're bad," she teased her lover.
"But she is kinda cute, isn't she?"

   Reese grunted something Kathryn couldn't quite make out and slid between
Selena's legs.  He lifted her ass off the bed and began to suck her pussy
through her panties.  The tanned blonde arched her back with pleasure and
made little noises like a gasping kitten.

   "Yeah," she said, almost whining.  "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh god, yeah, suck
that pussy, oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh oh oh, suck that pussy, come on suck
that pussy."

   Kathryn thought the words sounded forced and more than a little silly,
but the overall impact of the scene of effective, and she found herself
having no trouble playing with herself as she watched.  She was on her
knees, legs spread, peering through the door.  She would lick her left hand
until it was wet and then play with her breasts.  With her right hand, she
had her pussy spread open with index and ring finger and was humping gently
up and down on the middle finger.

   "Fucking amazing," the new still camera commented to her.

   "I've scene a lot of girls do hot shit for the camera," the new video
guy added, "but I've never scene one who enjoyed it as much as you."

   "And I've never scene a pussy that goddamn pretty to look at," the still
camera guy piled on.

   Kathryn licked her lips and bit her lower lip in concentration.

   On the other side of the wall, Selena was naked.  She was on her belly,
beautiful ass raised high in the air while Reese kissed her cunt lips. 
Kathryn watched the other woman close her eyes, turn her head to the side
and jerk her body in what was, to her, an obviously manufactured orgasm. 
Nevertheless, even the evocation of the pretty woman's pleasure was
exciting, and Kathryn had her own, small orgasm.  She made a gurgling sound
in her throat and fell forward, banging her head into the door.

   It swung open.

   The wall was penetrated.  She froze, uncertain what to do.  Ellison
wasn't calling for a stop in the action, so she assumed they were supposed
to continue.  Reese wasn't really aware yet of what had happened.  He
lowered his lover to the bed and then stood beside it, stripping off his
pants and boxers.

   "Suck my cock, baby," he instructed.

   Selena glanced at Kathryn but continued.  She sank to her knees and
placed a few wet, sloppy kisses all over Reese's beautiful manhood.  He
stroked it towards her face, and groaned.  "You want my cock, don't you,
baby?" he asked.

   "I'm not the only one," she giggled, licking between his balls.

   Reese turned and saw Kathryn in the open doorway, still rubbing herself.
"Come on, little sister," he grinned.  "There's enough of me to share."

   Kathryn hesitated for only a moment, then crawled towards him.  She took
his cock into her mouth, while Selena kissed his balls.  It was strange,
but not unpleasant, sharing a man's cock with another woman.  They quickly
developed a rhythm.  One would suck his head and bob on his shaft while the
other licked and sucked on his balls or the very base of his rod.  Reese
had one hand in each woman's hair.  He didn't last long with the two
beautiful mouths on him.  When he shot, Selena had her mouth wrapped around
him, and she managed to take it all.

   "Fucking whore," Kathryn grumbled.  "I wanted some of that."

   Selena cocked an eyebrow, then reached behind Kathryn, pulled her head
back by the hair, and then pried her mouth open with her other hand. 
Holding her own mouth only a little more than an inch above Kathryn's, she
opened wide, and let the cum flow.

   Kathryn was incredibly turned on by this, and she started to thumb-fuck
herself hard, striking her g-spot with as much force as she should muster.
She was just as aroused when Selena mixed in her own saliva with some of
the last strings of semen.  When Selena smiled at her, it was evident that
there were still trace amounts of cum on her tongue and teeth.  Kathryn's
instinct was to crave cum.  And her instinct held sway.  She grabbed
Selena's ears, pulled the other woman down into an open mouth kiss, and
licked and sucked every bit of cum she could.

   When she had all the cum she lifted Selena's face, and the two stared
into each other's eyes, panting.  Hesitantly, Selena extended her tongue
towards the other woman's lips, taking back a few traces of cum.  For a
moment, it was if Kathryn was going to pounce on her for another kiss, but
with the convenient middle man of cum out of the picture, she couldn't
quite bring herself to do it.

   "That's good enough," Ellison called out, realizing that anything else
at this point would be forced, and the whole magic of Kathryn was that her
porn wasn't porn.  It was real god damned fucking.

   Kathryn was troubled by two things as she cleaned up and got dressed. 
First, she was starting realize that she appreciated Selena's
attractiveness a little more than was just objective.  She didn't just
recognize her as attractive.  She was a bit attracted.  That was confusing
enough.  But, second, she had really enjoyed kissing the other woman, even
under the pretense of cum swapping.  Kathryn loved cum, no doubt about it.
But she had honestly loved the feeling of another woman's mouth.  And that
was a source of great consternation for her.

   But most confusing and frustrating of all was that pondering these
confusing items only got her excited.

   And so when she got to her car, and the normal lighting guy came up to
her and said she had done as good a job as always, she was particularly
vulnerable to her sexuality.  "I don't even know your name."

   "Vaughn," he said, reaching out to shake her hand.

   "Vaughn," she said, taking his hand putting on her hip and then pulling
him into a close embrace, "do you really mean all those nice things you say
about me?"

   "Yeah, Kathryn, you're amazing," he said, suddenly nervous.

   The blonde smiled seductively and leaned back against her car.  She took
his hand and guided it up under dress, so it was still on her hip, but with
much less between.  "You're kind of cute, Vaughn." She kissed his lips,
then his ear.  He tasted salty, like sweat and work.  It was very
masculine.

   "I thought you were married," he said, even as he slid his hand under
the back of her panties, onto her bare ass cheeks.

   "Vaughn," she whispered tensely, "I've never been screwed in the
backseat of a car."

   Moving with the clumsiness of nerves and the tremors of anticipation,
the Vaughn the lighting guy reached behind her and opened the rear door of
her car.  Groaning with exictement, Kathryn slid onto her back, holding her
letg high and throwing the right onto the floor so that he could climb up
between them.  "I don't have a condom," he warned her, even as he undid his
pants.

   She watched him lower his pants, not caring that the door was still
open. Her only answer to his warning was to reach down and tug her panties
to the side.  "Just show me you mean all those nice things, Vaughn."

   And just like that, he was inside her, and her legs were drawn up high.
She was hugging him tightly to her, not caring that the open car door gave
the world a perfect view of her obscenity.  She kissing him hard, bit his
ear, sucked on his throat.  Pulling arms and legs around him in a perverted
embrace, she kissed his mouth and rocked back and forth as he fucked her.
For a brief moment she realized that this wasn't porn anymore, this wasn't
business.  This was definitely cheating on her husband.

   Then, as Vaughn's tongue rubbed hard circles into the roof of her mouth,
she remembered Selena's mouth on hers and didn't care anymore.

   Kathryn clutched at her lover.  Her fingernails bit into the back of
head, and she pulled his mouth down toward her chest.  Not losing any pace
as he humped the girl of his dreams, Vaughn reached up and struggled to
expose one of her breasts.  He devoured it, and Kathryn growled deep in her
throat, scratching at the man's head and neck.  No longer did she rock
underneath him, she now thrust hard up against him.

   As his lover became more passionate, Vaughn knew he wouldn't last much
longer.  He didn't want to cum inside the porn star, for fear of getting
her pregnant and putting them both out of a job, so he pulled out and shot
his load against the back of the driver's car seat.  Panting, her face red,
Kathryn squirmed around and opened her mouth.  Slowly, she let her tongue
hang out, soft and flat..  Then, humming with pleasure, she licked Vaughn's
cum off the carseat.

   "Kathryn, you are a goddess," Vaughn gushed.

   She smiled and kissed him, offering back some of his cum.  He swallowed
it happily.  Kathryn hadn't cum, but she was satisfied anyway, and they
parted with another kiss, and a hug.

   Sam was awake when she got home, and he was very horny.  She needed to
keep herself pretty concealed, so she pretended to be kinky, and turned out
the lights in the bedroom, pulled the bedspread up to his waist and tucked
her naked body under the covers.  She then began to give him a very slow,
delicate blow job.  She kept her lips as wet as possible, and slid them up
and down the side of his shaft, periodically taking the very tip of his
cock into her mouth and blowing or sucking while pressing her tongue into
his sensitive hole.

   Kathryn found her mind wandering, wondering if she would have liked cum
swap kissing with Selena in real life, if it weren't part of doing a porno.
She quickly found that the idea turned her on like mad, and that she was
pressing the flat of her tongue into her husband's balls, thinking about
Reese's instrument and wishing Selena were joining her.  She was realizing
it hadn't even been just the cum transfer.  Even just the sound, sight, and
smell of the other woman going down with her on the same man had been
intensely erotic and filled with the promise of even greater arousal.

   "Sam," she said.

   He groaned.

   "Sam, do you ever think about, like a particular porn you've seen when
we have sex, and try to act it out with me without talking about it?"

   Probably thinking he was in trouble, Sam said, "I never think about porn
when we're together." And his cock twitched and he added, "Though sometimes
when I was younger I used to think about porn when I was masturbating and I
would take out one of the actresses and think instead of Carrie." Another
twitch.

   There it was again, his infatuation with the MILF across the street. 
The woman who was certainly good looking, but fifteen years older than him.

   "Like what?" Kathryn asked, curling her tongue around him and sliding up
and down.

   Sam groaned, and said, "Oh, like this one cheesy flick about a married
woman giving head to the pizza boy while her husband was waiting in the
kitchen."

   Kathryn grinned under the covers and starting to really mouth-fuck him
good.  "You were the pizza boy and she was the married woman?"

   "Oh yeah," he grunted.

   "Her mouth was all over you, soft and wet?"

   "Yeah," he ground out.

   "Her saliva getting you all slippery?"

   "Oh god, yeah, baby," he said, now thrusting against her, his hands
gently pressing her head towards his lap.

   "And how did it end?"

   "I came all over her face while her husband was still waiting."

   Kathryn threw off the covers, and even though it was dark, she lifted
her face and gave his cock a couple swift jerks until he exploded forth. 
"Like this, baby?" she asked.

   "God yes," he groaned, turning on the beside light, and looking down at
her.

   She grinned at him, cum on her cheeks and nose, and dripping down her
forehead.  "That was a lot of cum," she told him, discreetly wrapping
herself up the covers.

   "I told you I was horny," he laughed.

   She didn't want to be the one who pointed out that he had gotten even
hornier talking about Carrie.  Instead she asked, "What got you so worked
up?"

   He laughed.  "Well, you know you were at book club with Selena, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, it was dark so I couldn't see real well, but I saw Ellison, it
must have been him, doing this blonde in the backseat of her car.  Kinda
got me revved up."

   Kathryn blushed and said nothing.

   Then he went on, "Oh, and then, as if that wasn't enough, I got a flash
from across the street."

   "Hmm?"

   "I was in the office waiting for you to come home, horny already from
seeing Ellison bang that woman, and I looked out and I saw Carrie in her
upstairs window totally naked.  So that sure didn't help."

   "Naked in her window"

   "Guess she doesn't realize our window can see theirs."

   Kathryn wondered about that, but didn't say anything.  Part of her was
miffed.  The more she learned about her husband, the more she learned about
his infatuation with Carrie.  But she knew that, especially after tonight,
she had no room to complain about her husband's mental infidelity, so she
said nothing.

   When she showed up for the next session, Kathryn asked Selena, "So we
doing another two-fer?"

   Selena smiled.  "No, we're working separate tonight."

   "OK."

   "There's an outfit for you already."

   Kathryn went into the room, found the outfit, and changed into it.  A
porn-style French maid number.  It actually suited her quite nicely. 
Vaughn told her so, and winked at her.  A little embarrassed, though not
regretful, Kathryn smiled at him and winked back.

   They skipped the poses today, and sent her straight out onto the video
set.  It was a living room, a bit fancier than normal.  They told her she
was eighteen, a maid, and very innocent, and that was all.  Kathryn was
dusting, when another woman walked onto the set.  She was one of the most
beautiful women Kathryn had ever seen.  Tall with a classic hourglass
figure, the woman had auburn hair, pouting lips, and green eyes that seemed
to shimmer.  Her skin was like alabaster, her curves as firm as they were
full and lush.  Her cheekbones and tear-drop eyes gave her face an exotic
look, particularly when she smiled.  And she smiled when she saw Kathryn.

   "You've worked plenty, darling, come sit on the couch."

   Kathryn joined the woman on the couch.  She assumed that, after last
week, she would probably be doubling up on some man with this woman,
perhaps someone playing her husband or, kinkier yet, her son.  Kathryn
thought that wouldn't be bad at all.

   But there was something in the way the woman looked at Kathryn, rested
her hand on the blonde's thigh.  Kathryn suddenly realized what the setup
was, and she was scared.  She wasn't ready for this.  She might never be.
This was more than she had bargained for.

   The woman caressed her face.  It felt nice, but Kathryn still flinched.
"No..." she said softly, and the woman mouthed a name.  "No, Francesca,
no."

   "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked, still caressing the blonde's
face.

   "Of course!  You're very beautiful."

   "And I think you're pretty, too," Francesca said softly, moving a little
closer.  "What's so wrong with that?" She leaned in, bringing their faces
close together.  "Have you ever kissed another woman?"

   "Once," Kathryn admitted, deciding she had to play this one straight
from her own life.

   "Did you like it?"

   Against her will, Kathryn's eyes flicked over to where Selena stood,
watching, and she said, "Oh yes."

   "Then what's the harm?"

   Kathryn looked at her.  In truth, everything Selena did to define
hotness, this woman did to define gorgeousness.  If she was gong to have a
first real kiss with another woman, why not have it with the most gorgeous
of all women?  So she said, softly, almost inaudibly, "No harm."

   Then they kissed.  And kissed.  And kissed.

   It was like a series of lighting strikes inside Kathryn.  She didn't
know where these bursts of bright energy inside her were coming from, but
she knew right where they were hitting, and she wanted more, so much more.
She found herself crawling onto Francesca's lap to kiss her better, closer,
deeper.  She couldn't get enough of the way the other woman's tongue felt
in her mouth, the way the four female lips felt playing with one another,
even the delicate taste and feel of her breath.

   "Oh god," she found herself crying out as she kissed Francesca and felt
the other woman's elegant fingers and long nails stroking the back of her
thighs.

   "Kiss my breasts, darling," Francesca asked, shirking her jacket,
unbuttoning her silk blouse, and unfastening her front-clasp bra.

   What the hell?  Kathryn thought.  Why not?

   More lightning strikes.  No wonder men were obsessed with breasts.  They
were god damned amazing things.  They were so soft, and yet had such and
such resistance in them.  And the skin was so smooth.  And Francesca's
reddish-brown nipples got very hard as Kathryn kissed them, and the blonde
found herself going up and down on them.

   "Oh, darling, please," Francesca begged, sliding Kathryn to the floor
between her knees.  Kathryn looked up.  The other woman's legs were spread.
Inside her skirt she wore no panties.  The blonde knew what was being asked
of her, but didn't think she could do it.  She hoped they would call the
scene when that became obvious, so she settled for wasting time by kissing
the other woman's legs.  But the legs were like the breasts, smooth, and
soft, and shapely.  And the inner thighs were so satiny smooth.

   "Please, darling," Francesca repeated, pressing Kathryn's head inward
towards her heat.

   The scent of another woman so close to her face was strong and
overwhelming.  Kathryn tried to back out.  That was too much.  That wasn't
her.  That wasn't her thing.

   But Francesca wasn't going to allow backing out.  She grabbed Kathryn's
head and pulled her in, thrusting her hips forward at the same time,
grinding her pussy against the blonde's face.  Kathryn coughed and gagged
on the smell and taste, but the texture was amazing.  The feeling of soft,
tender pussy lips, the gentle brush of wiry pussy hairs, the wet squishing
of her deep insides.  Kathryn was rubbing her face against the pussy,
enjoying the feeling of it, and then the realized that, as strange as the
taste was to her, it was also addictive, and she kept tasting it again and
again.  Soon she couldn't get enough and her tongue was flickering like a
snake's all over the other woman's cunt.

   "Oh god," Francesca pleaded.  "Lick my clit, darling, lick my clit."

   Beyond resistance, Kathryn reached up, pealed the other woman's hood
back to get at her ripest frit, and then continued the snake-tongue
treatment, just there.  In a matter of moments, Francesca had an orgasm,
and the sensation was incredible to Kathryn.  She liked making men cum, but
she knew what a woman's orgasm felt like, who it took over her whole body
and her whole focus, and the idea that she had just done that to another
woman was an amazing high.

   She didn't want to stop.

   But Francesca pulled her away.  "That's enough for now, kiddo." She
pulled her clothes back to herself.  "I appreciate the effort, but making
another woman go over the top is like the fucking amateur hour.  No place
for that in this business.  Keep your day job."

   And she walked out.

   Confused, dejected, Kathryn sank back onto the couch, still wearing her
maid's outfit.  Selena came and sat next to her, put a comforting arm
around her.  "I'm sorry, hon."

   "Did I do something wrong?"

   Selena shook her head.  "No, not really.  Francesca's just too old
school."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I told you that most women don't ever get off on the job, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "Some of them like it that way.  Keeps things all business.  Especially
doing lesbian scenes, because if another woman can get them off, it makes
them question their orientation and all that."

   "So what was I supposed to do?"

   "Be less good, I guess."

   Kathryn shook her head.  "I'm so confused, Selena."

   The tanned blonde shrugged.  "Me too, but that's the way it plays, I
guess."

   "Would you get pissed if you had an orgasm while working?"

   Selena laughed and leaned in, whispered, "Honey, I'll let you in on a
secret.  I've never hit the high mark, working or not."

   "Really?"

   "Really."

   "But you're so..."

   "Pretty?"

   "I was going to say hot."

   "Thanks," Selena laughed, "but that doesn't help me get off."

   "It should."

   "How's that?"

   "Well, anyone with the chance to make love to you should be so into it
that their passion just blows your roof off."

   Selena hugged Kathryn.  "You're sweet, hon."

   Kathryn was suddenly aware of Selena's chest.  Remembered the kiss when
they were cum swapping.  Her heart pounded.  And she went for it.  She
placed her mouth next to Selena's and said, "Let me make love to you." Her
tongue slid out of the side of her mouth, contacting the edge of Selena's.
Her hand slid inside the other woman's blouse to massage her breasts
through her bra.

   Selena moaned a little.  "You don't give a girl much of a chance to say
no, do you?"

   Kathryn laughed and threw herself back, pulling the other blond on top
of her.  "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked, mocking the earlier
dialogue.

   Selena kissed her, softly, then more deeply, then started to help her
neighbor wriggle out of the French maid outfit.  "Pretty?" she asked when
Kathryn was naked.  "Ever since I first saw you naked, I've been obsessed
you in all my fantasies.  And I'm straight."

   Even as Selena covered her naked body with kisses, Kathryn struggled to
get the other woman's blouse and slacks off her.  "Me too."

   "Obsessed with me or straight?"

   "Both," Kathryn said, leaving Selena in her bra and panties and twisting
around into a slightly clumsy 69.  "Or maybe just one of the two."

   "I know the feeling."

   Their 69 didn't last very long.  They tumbled to the floor, and when
they did, Kathryn decided she needed to worship her friend's ass for a
while, so she did.  She covered the tanned blonde's ass in slow, wet,
mark-leaving kisses.  Sometimes it felt like she was trying to suck the
beautifully formed cheeks inside her mouth.

   Then the 69 returned.  Kathryn rolled Selena onto her back, dipped her
mouth into the other woman's honey pot, and slowly lowered her own pussy
onto the pretty face between her thighs.  Selena bucked and writhed below
her.  Kathryn rocked gently back and forth, twitching her hips with every
other forward rock.  The scent and taste of the other woman were still
strange to her, but they were also still addictive, and it was becoming a
pleasant sort of strangeness.

   She really enjoyed sucking on the other woman's inner pussy lips,
playing with their delicate folds in her mouth, but when Selena began an
earnest tongue fuck, the playing had to stop, and Kathryn went to business.
She reached in and held Selena open, then craned her head around
impossibly, then extended her tongue towards the other woman's g-spot, as
best she could.

   She was so focused, that her own orgasm caught her off guard, and she
gave a startled shout her body suddenly flinched and she felt herself
spraying all over Selena's face.

   "Oh , yes!" the woman on the bottom screamed.  "Yes, give it to me!"

   For just a moment, Kathryn was selfish and sank back down, riding
harder, just letting her pussy be licked and sucked by another woman's
gentle violence before plunging back into Selena's gash.  She suddenly felt
Selena's thighs press in on her face, felt her pelvis rocking under her. 
She could tell the other woman was not in control.  This would be no fake
orgasm.  She hummed softly into Selena's pussy, and the gentle vibrations
were enough to put her over the top.

   Selena came hard, arching the entire length of her body, arms and legs
trembling.  She screamed something meaningless, and then flung Kathryn off
her.  An animal look of passion in her eyes, she grabbed one of the set
dildos and started to ravage the pale blonde's pussy.

   "Cum for me," she begged.  "Cum hard, show me how good these feels."

   Kathryn tried to watch, loving the site of a pretty woman between her
legs, savagely pummeling her pussy with a dildo, but soon her eyes were
closed and her head back, and when she had a short, violent orgasm, Selena
did not relent.  The more experienced of the two porn stars drove the other
over the edge, until she was drooling and quivering and totally unable to
control her own body.

   And then, her lover a trembling mass of beautiful flesh, Selena stood.
Kathryn was sitting on the floor, her back against the couch.  Selena
straddled her body, standing so her pussy was in Kathryn's face, and she
started to rub her own clit.  Finding the strength, Kathryn lapped at the
pussy with a broad, flat tongue, and only moments later Selena had the
second real orgasm of her life.

   And then the two collapsed.  Hot, sweaty, and panting, they lay there,
hardly aware as Reese and Drake came up, naked, and jerked off a couple
times each all over their intertwined bodies.

   It seemed like it was much later when Selena finally asked, her voice
dry and tired, "Were you shooting all that you bastards?" She was
half-laughing.

   "Can we use it if were?" Ellison asked.

   "Sure," Kathryn allowed.  "But we're leaving now."

   And she rose, and, both still naked, walked hand in hand with her friend
up the stairs and into the bathroom.  "I'd like to shower again," Kathryn
said, "but this time I'd like to be awake."

   Selena smiled at her and started the water.  Their shower was intensely
erotic, but gently so.  There were a lot of soapy caresses, gentle kisses,
soft finger-tip explorations.  It went no further than that, but it was
beautiful, and sexy, and both women were soaring high as they dried off
after.

   "Kathryn," Selena said, looking vulnerable for the first time in
Kathryn's experience with her, "you're amazing."

   Kathryn blushed.

   "No," the other woman said, "I mean it.  You make me feel like no one
else can."

   "You should feel that way every day."

   "I want to."

   "What do you mean?"

   Selena dropped her towel and pressed her naked body softly against her
friend's.  "God," she whispered, "I love the way that feels." Their breasts
and thighs met with cool, soft pressure.  She cleared her throat.  "What I
mean is...  I think I might be falling in love with you."

   Kathryn reached behind her neighbor and caressed her perfect ass, the
ass that had been haunting her vision.  "I know what you mean."

   "Can we try?"

   "Try what?"

   "Dating," Selena said, blushing, and sinking her hands into the paler
blonde's backside.  "God," she whispered, on another tangent, "you do have
the world's greatest ass."

   "Dating?" Kathryn asked, kissing the other woman's lips, tasting her
tongue.  "At our age?  And our marital status?"

   "Dating," Selena confirmed, "and if it works out, we can live together."
She was now kissing the other woman more forcefully, rocking against her,
working her legs again.  "I think I want to be with you for the rest of my
life."

   Without warning, she grabbed a brush from the bathroom sink and inserted
the handle inside her lover, slowly fucking her with it.  She then slid
down the other woman's body to her knees and began covering her tummy with
kisses, then her bush, then her clit.

   "Yes!" Kathryn called out.  "I'll date you, Selena, my god, I'll date
you!"

   When Kathryn finally returned home, her heart on fire, her head swimming
with new and confounding thoughts and emotions, she wasn't prepared for a
cold shower.  But a cold shower is what she got.  She went upstairs and
found Sam in the office, staring at his computer screen.  He was running a
sequence of bad digital images of Carrie, taken at a distance, through her
window as she was changing clothes.  His left hand was covered with cum, as
was his sagging dick.  He was staring at the images, and took him a while
to notice his wife.

   "I'm sorry," he said, but his eyes returned to his computer screen.  "I
just couldn't help it.  She started to get undressed, and I saw my camera,
and . . .  God, Kathryn, I'm so sorry, she just has this hold on me."

   Kathryn said nothing, just went to their bedroom and left him alone with
his computer screen.  The same night as she had discovered Sam, she had
also made love to their neighbor woman and agreed to try dating her with
the possibility of a long-term future relationship.  This hardly seemed to
leave her much room to judge.  But she was pissed off.  Pissed off mainly
because she didn't believe that Carrie was oblivious to what was going on.
No woman gets dressed and undressed in front of an open window without
being fully aware of what other windows have vantage points of it.

   So Kathryn resolved to confront her husband's crush the next day.

   At mid-morning, she did just that.  She walked across the street and
knocked on Carrie's door.  Carrie answered, and suddenly Kathryn's stomach
did a little flip.  The woman really was nice looking, and then some.  And
she held herself with an air of confidence that somehow managed to mimic
humility.  It was very intriguing.  She just was a bit shorter than
Kathryn, and had dark hair in curls, but had a similarly well-endowed
figure.  She was wearing a navy blue skirt and a white blouse, an outfit
that showed off her figure without looking trashy.  She invited Kathryn in,
and led her to the living room, and Kathryn, freshly acquainted with how a
woman's naked body looked, felt, and tasted, was suddenly struggling with
keeping her mind on task.

   "Is your husband at home, Carrie?" Kathryn asked.

   "No, why?"

   "Because I'm not here to embarrass you."

   "Well that's nice of you," Carrie remarked, and while it should probably
have come across as snarky, her voice was so gentle and sweet, and it
didn't approach anything of the sort.

   Kathryn blushed.  "I hate to even bring this up, but last night my
husband took pictures of you through your window while you were changing."

   To Kathryn's surprise, Carrie smiled.  "How did they turn out?"

   "Okay, I guess." The blonde was flustered.  "You knew?"

   Carrie arched an eyebrow.  "I'm only forty-five, I'm not old and blind."

   "So you know that Sam has this thing for you?"

   The older woman laughed.  "It's my own fault, I imagine.  Too many
overnight parties at our house for over-stimulated teenage boys.  Feeling
kind of flattered when they would swipe a pair of panties or something like
that."

   "You encouraged this?"

   Carrie shrugged.  "Sam's not so bad to look at, as I'm sure you know."

   "He's married."

   "So am I."

   "And he was a teenager."

   "And I never did anything untoward, Kathryn," the older woman assured
her.  She crossed her legs, and Kathryn couldn't help but notice how
amazing her thighs were.  "Look, truth be told, I am flattered by Sam's
attention, and I'm glad if finds pleasure in looking at my body.  But,
while I have had dalliances outside marriage, I would never have one with
Sam."

   "Why not?"

   Carrie smiled and un-crossed, then re-crossed her legs.  "Not my type."

   "Oh?"

   "He's a little light upstairs."

   "Sam's no dummy!"

   "Not that far upstairs," Carrie said, gently touching her chest.  "More
around here."

   Kathryn blushed.

   Carrie laughed and turned in her seat.  Her profile was astonishing. 
"See, Kathryn, at first I thought I would be tempted by my sons' friends.
Then my daughter started having friends.  And when she went to college,
some of her friends still came over to visit.  If you know what I mean."

   Kathryn, who seemed to do nothing but blush these days, blushed again.

   "So did you see the pictures Sam took?" Carrie asked, running her
playfully along her upper lip.

   "Yes."

   "What did you think?"

   "Well --"

   "Kathryn, can I show you something?"

   "Sure."

   "Upstairs."

   "Okay."

   Kathryn followed, unable to take her eyes from Carrie.  The older
woman's thighs, hips, and ass, moved like an art form as she worked her way
up the stairs.  She led Kathryn to the master bedroom.  There was a laptop
on the bed.  She sat next to it and turned it to face Kathryn.  It was the
younger woman's work.  Her porn work.

   "I couldn't believe it," Carrie said.  She bit her lip.  "See, I've had
a crush on you ever since you guys moved in over there," she said.  "I
probably shouldn't tell you this, but I almost did have an affair with
Sam."

   "Wait, you said --"

   "It was a cover.  See, we got as far as the bedroom.  We were kissing.
His hands were all over me.  But when he started to take his clothes off, I
ran out, saying I couldn't go through with it." She reached under her
pillow.  "I stole these." It was a pair of Kathryn's panties.  She inhaled
them, kissed them.  "I go to sleep at night, smelling you.  For a while, I
would even have them in my mouth so I could taste you.  Then my husband
caught me and thought they were mine, and that therefore I was a total
freak."

   Kathryn's head was spinning and she caught herself on the edge of the
bed.

   "So," Carrie went on, "when I found your porn, I've been frigging myself
dizzy to your pictures almost every day."

   Kathryn looked into her eyes, and nearly passed out, but instead,
grabbed her head and pulled her into a violent, teeth-gnashing kiss.

   ***

   Selena, wearing a tight red leather skirt and a black halter-top, walked
into Sam's office and closed the door behind her.  "I need to be boned,"
she said, and with just that, she pulled off her top and her black bra, and
stepped out of her skirt.  She had no panties on.  "After making love to
your wife last night, I need your cock like nobody's business."

   Sam grinned and unfastened his pants as Selena leaned over his desk.  He
shuffled up behind her, stroking his cock.  "Did she like it?"

   "Oh yeah, she was all for it."

   "She went for the whole thing?"

   "Yeah, Sam, she fucking thinks I'm in lesbian heat for her.  Now slip me
something' so I can forget what I had to do for us last night."

   Sam caressed Selena's beautiful ass cheeks and pressed his cock into her
tight cunt with a satisfied grunt.  "Beautiful, baby, perfect," he said,
smacking her ass just a little to bring a red glow to its shape.

   "Oh yeah," Selena cried out, not caring who might hear outside the
office.  "Fuck me like a man, Sam.  Fuck me hard and fuck me fast!"

   Sam complied, and as he was thrusting, looked adoringly at his lean,
beautiful lover.  "That means that you and I can go away together and
she'll be so racked with guilt that she won't say shit about it."

   Selena smiled contentedly, feeling her lover reform her from the inside.
"I must admit, I love your devious, evil fucking mind, Sam."

   "I love that about you," he chuckled, ramming himself as deep as he
could inside her.

   "And while I was slapping flesh with your wife -- ?"

   "Ellison and I were helping Francesca remember what it feels like to
have a man bring a woman off," Same grunted.  "Only when I came, I shot it
all over Ellison's face and I got the whole thing taped.  Poor bastard ran
out like a little girl."

   Selena laughed and smiled.  "Enough talk, finish the job, you son of a
bitch."

   Sam grabbed her by the hips, and fucked her harder and faster.  They
both knew the climax they shared would be made sweeter by the torment they
were leaving their lovers with.  Particularly Kathryn.  Kathryn whom they
had both made love to.  So sexy, but so god damned nauseatingly sweet.

   ***

   Kathryn and Carrie's naked bodies tumbled around the bed, wet from
saliva, sweat, and juices.  So far they had done little more than caress
and kiss, but they were swept up in a tornado of passion.  Their faces red,
their whole bodies flush.  When Kathryn at last looked down and saw
Carrie's curly hair between her legs, and their eyes met, she came almost
just from the passion she saw there.  And when her orgasm passed, she
hungrily dove between other woman's glorious thighs and had her own feast.

   "Now the edge is off and we can take our time," Carrie said with a
smile, panting as they curled up on the pillows and kissed softly.

   Kathryn looked at the clock.  "It's already been a couple of hours."

   The older woman's finger tips drew gentle, tentative circles on
Kathryn's breasts as they lay together.  "That's not long compared to the
rest of our lives."

   Kathryn met her eyes.  For a moment there was a flash of Selena.  But,
no, she thought Selena's passion of last night was probably simply because
Kathryn had given her her first real climax.  Carrie returned into focus.

   "Not long at all," she agreed.

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