Young Again 
                              By Ted E. Bear                         

               Chapter 3 - The Beginning of Her New Life

*****************************************************************************
WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.
If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work.    Copyright 2001 by Ted E. Bear
Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the
express, written permission of the copyright holder, except that it
may be posted as part of a  review or posted to a free-access,
noncommercial archive sites.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either
alive or dead is purely coincidental.

Please!        Give me your comments!

Email to "Ted E. Bear" tedebear690@yahoo.com
*****************************************************************************

                       Chapter 2 ended with:

Dawn came all too early, for the now hooked on sex woman. Her having gone from
one orgasm to the next, all night long, kept her from realizing just how long
she had been fucking him, with all three of her orifices. When he finally got
off of her, her muscles did let her know just how well fucked she actually was.
She was sore all over, inside and out, but she felt a real good sort of tired
as well. As he left, she fell asleep, and when she would awaken, she'd feel
as if she hadn't even done it, although she would remember it well, in vivid
detail, especially her orgasms.
*****************************************************************************

               Chapter 3 - The Beginning of Her New Life


Jennifer awoke with a start. Someone was continuously ringing her doorbell. 
She was groggy, having just awoken from the sleep of the dead. She pulled
herself out of bed and automatically slipped her high heels on and a sheer
robe. Although it wouldn't hide a thing, at least she had something on.

She looked through the peep hole and groaned, it was that cranky old man
from next door. What did he want from her now, in the middle of the day,
after she had been up all night fucking?

Putting a sweet smile on her face, she opened the door and asked, "How can
I help you today, Mr. Watson?"

The man stood there, his mouth hanging open as if he were trying to catch
flies. His eyes burning into her flesh as they very noticeably moved between
her breasts and her hairless crotch.

"Uh Mr. Watson, what were you ringing my door bell for?" she asked again,
as she unconsciously spread her legs even wider apart to give him a better
view.

She mentally blushed, as she was no longer allowed to show such an emotion
outwardly. She was completely embarrassed, standing in the wide open door, in
nothing but a sheer robe, which her neighbor could obviously see right through,
a pair of 5" heels and to help him get a more obscene view of her crotch, she
had just spread her legs wider apart for him. No wonder the man couldn't talk.
She just hoped that he didn't have a heart attack while standing there ogling
her body.

"Mr. Watson!" she exclaimed louder, hoping to break his reverie.

"Oh yes. Remember I warned you about screwing around. I said that if I caught
you whoring around here in the neighborhood, that I'd give you a choice of
screwing me, or having me call the police on you. So which is it going to be?"
he asked, with a very nasty tone in his voice.

"Uh Mr. Watson, you woke me up from a sound sleep to make your false
accusations?" she asked, still with a sweet voice and still with a sweet smile
on her face, although she was dying inside from embarrassment.

"I saw that man who came here about 7:00 last night, and caught him sneaking
out this morning at 6:00. I would have come over earlier, but I figured you
needed the rest, so I waited until now. So which is going to be girly, the
cops or a toss in the sack with me?" he demanded.

She tried to say that it was just her boy friend, but the words wouldn't come
out, instead she ended up saying, "Why don't you come in so that we can
discuss this civilly?"

Mr. Watson brushed past her, his arm pressing against her huge tits as he did.

Putting her sweetest of smiles on her face she said, "Mr. Watson, you don't
need to threaten me with the police to get me into bed, but please, the next
time, let me get my sleep in."

Her words shocked both of them. Mr. Watson because he didn't expect his
voluptuous neighbor to give in so easily, and Jennifer because she quickly
realized how easy it would be for anyone to get her to bed from now on.

She took his hand and led him back to her bedroom, apologizing for the
mess, and her bed was a mess. The bedding was soaked from both her and
the devil's fuck juices from the night before and the room wreaked of sex,
something Jennifer hadn't noticed when she went to get the door out of her
sound sleep.

She began helping Mr. Watson undress while his hands went right to her tits,
pawing and kneading them like so much dough. When he was naked, she
got him to lay on the bed as she crawled up between his legs to start giving
him a blow job. Not only could she smell his oldness, but he must of have
been working out in his yard all morning and stank of sweat as well. But
none of that mattered to the twenty year old woman, as she worked on getting
his cock to come to life. Although she and the devil had done many things the
night before, getting him hard was not one of them, and she surprised herself
at how many little tricks she knew to get a man's flaccid cock to complete
erection. It was the little things that she was doing with her tongue, the
way she moved her head around in little semi-circles around his cock as she
pumped her head up and down on his cock, the way she was playing with his
ball sacks and squeezing his balls, firmly but gently, and the way she was
running her other hand over his belly. All these things combined to get the
old man hard faster than he had in years.

Although she was doing all of these tactile things to him, what really got him
hard was a secret ingredient, that neither truly noticed. It was the
pheromones she was giving off as her humiliation forced her to get sexually
excited. So strong were her pheromones, that she would be able to get a
man, who hadn't been able to achieve an erection in a decade, get as hard as
he did as a teenager. It would allow men, like Mr. Watson, who hadn't been
able to quickly recover for a second round in over twenty years, to keep
getting his cock hard enough to have sex with Jennifer at least half a dozen
times in one night, if he so desired.

When Mr. Watson was hard enough, Jennifer squatted over his hips and
mounted him, impaling herself fully on his now steel rod hard prick. She
slowly raised and lowered herself onto his impaling weapon, feeling every
vein, bump and other nuance of his circumcised cock as she did.
Mr. Watson too, was feeling things that he hadn't felt in years, maybe even
decades. He could feel Jennifer's cunt running up and down his shaft,
opening up widely as she impaled herself on him and clamping down tightly,
as if not to let his cock escape her cavity as she pulled herself back up off
of him.

At first he lay there, almost passively watching in awe as this girl, young
enough to be his grand daughter, almost young enough to be his great grand
daughter, fucking herself on his prick as if they were lovers. The subject of
his lust filled stare was obvious, her two huge breasts with their large,
puffy, coral colored areola, tipped with her long, thick erect nipples. They
were like a hypnotist's pendulum to him, as his eyes followed her outrageously
long nipples wherever they went. 

This didn't go unnoticed by Jennifer, who looked down to see what his eyes
were following. Again she mentally blushed in embarrassment, as the man
stared at her sexually freak of nature nipples. For reasons she couldn't
understand, she reached down, picked up his hands and placed his forefingers
and thumbs on her nipples and, almost in a whisper, asked him "Squeeze them
hard, so hard that hurts real good."

Mr. Watson couldn't believe that she was asking him to do this, but eagerly
complied with her wishes, pinching them as hard as he could between his
fingers. Like an electric jolt, the pain shot through her chest and quickly
turned into pleasure as it shot down to her clit, making it get even harder
and longer than it already was in it's high excited state, and then it began
vibrating maddingly. It both pained her and aroused her in equal doses, and
made her begin to fuck him even faster.

She leaned slightly more forward, both to give Mr. Watson easier access to
her nipples to abuse them, and to cause her clit to rub over his cock as she
pumped herself up and down on his rock hard shaft. She could feel the now
familiar knot building in her guts, signaling her oncoming orgasm.

"Oh grandpa!" she exclaimed in a little girl's voice, "You're going to make
me cum! I'm so close, so very close!"

Her calling him 'grandpa' in that high pitched little girl's voice really got to
him. For a moment, he even envisioned that Jennifer was indeed his
granddaughter and what they were doing was so morally wrong, but it also
excited the dickens out of him.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Jennifer squealed in delight as her orgasm washed over her.

For a moment she froze, her cunt clamping down so tightly on the old man,
that he thought for just the briefest of moments that her cunt was going to
physically damage his rock hard prick, and then she was pumping herself up
and down his shaft like there was no tomorrow, her pussy milking his cock
for all it was worth. That proved too much for the man and his seed shot up
from his balls and rocketed out through the end of his prick like it hadn't
done since he was twenty-something, fifty years ago. Jennifer, feeling his
cum exploding into her, immediately went into another orgasm, even more
powerful than the first one.

"Oh yes grandpa! Pump it into me! Make your little girl pregnant!" she
exhorted over and over again, still using the little girl's voice, until he
quit shooting his sperm into her.

Although he wouldn't have minded taking another go at her, it would have to
wait until another time. Not that his prick went soft, because it hadn't, but
rather because he was physically and emotionally spent. Jennifer never
stopped fucking him, until he asked her to please stop, he had to rest.

After getting off of him, and letting him rest for a minute on her bed, she
asked, "Would you like to go take a shower with me?"

It sounded good to him so he agreed and then went into her shower. Jennifer
washed his body, spending inordinate amounts of time on his cock, balls and
anus, and he washed her body, including shampooing her long hair, and he
returned the favor, spending a long time washing her tits, cunt and ass. The
talked and laughed, well actually Jennifer giggled a lot, the whole time that
they were in the shower. Eventually they got out and dried each other off,
then Mr. Watson got dressed to go home.

Before he left, Jennifer asked, putting on her innocent little girl's voice
again, "Since we're going to become real close friends anyway, would you
mind if I called you grandpa? Mine are both dead, and like you could sort of
adopt me as your granddaughter."

It was as if she had just sucked him hard again, he got an instant erection
hearing her ask him the question. The thought of pretending to adopt this
gorgeous, sexy woman as his granddaughter, and then fucking her regularly
was a real big turn on to him, and he readily agreed. Jennifer gave him a big
hug, squeezing her huge mammaries against his chest and planting a
passionate French kiss on his lips as she thanked him for accepting her offer.

When he had left, she was totally confused. She felt used, degraded and
completely embarrassed over how she had acted with the nasty, grumpy, OLD man
next door, especially that scene just before he left where she had asked him
to be her grandfather, with that little girl voice she had used. She felt
like she had acted like a slut, a big slut, and she couldn't stop herself
from doing so. Yet at the same time, she couldn't deny, that she had enjoyed
every minute of their sexual coupling, and even their shower together
afterwards.

"Well," she thought to herself with a sigh, "she better clean up her bedroom. 
She certainly didn't want to sleep in a wet bed tonight." and went in stripped
the sheets off, throwing them into the washing machine and then putting
fresh sheets on her bed.

Just as she finished making her bed, the door bell rang. "Who could that be
now?" she wondered to herself as she went to see who was at the door, still
dressed in just her sheer robe and high heeled shoes.

Peering through the peep hole, she saw five teenaged boys standing in front
of her door. She groaned, knowing what was likely to come of this if she
opened the door, which she was already in the process of doing. She opened
the door wide, just as she had with Mr. Watson, and stood there where all the
boys could get a good look at her luscious body.

"Yes, may I help you?" she asked innocently.

Just like with Mr. Watson, the five teenagers stood there staring with their
mouths open as if they were trying to catch flies, unable to take their eyes, or
their minds, off of her body. 

"BOYS!" Jennifer exclaimed, and quickly added, "May I help you."

"You're fuckin' beautiful!" one boy exclaimed.

Another, less mesmerized and at the back of the group, began pushing the other
forward, into her house. Once inside he said, with a shit eating grin on his
face, "We understand that you're giving free sex lessons."

Outwardly the boys saw a sexy smile come across her face, but inwardly she
was groaning, "Oh no! Not that!" and then heard herself saying, "Why I was
planning to do that, but I didn't think anyone knew yet."

"Well we're here to learn!" said the other boy 

Jennifer was surprised to hear herself respond, "And learn you will! So let's
start out with, have any of you boys seen a naked woman before?"

The boys looked from one to the other and shook their heads.

"Alright then we'll start there, because if you don't know what the territory
is, you can't properly explore it, now can you? While I take off my robe,
why don't you boys all get yourselves naked." she instructed them.

All she had to do was to shrug off her skimpy robe, but they had socks,
shoes, jeans, underwear and t-shirts to get off, and they did so remarkably
fast. When every one was naked, Jennifer, still in her high heeled shoes,
slowly turned to let the boys feast their young eyes on her remarkable body.

"Now, while I'm older than the girls you will be going out with, I'm also
curvier, and I'm sure, that I have much larger breasts than most women
period, much less the girls that you will go out with." The boys all mumbled
in agreement, their eyes fastened on her huge tits and nipples.

"And as you can see, I shave my pussy hairs off, so that you have no trouble
seeing or feeling your way around between my legs. Most girls that you go
out with, will have hair, as not too many women enjoy showing off what
they have between their legs and in fact consider their ability to have hair
between their legs the same as you feel about wanting to have to shave your
faces everyday. Since we're all standing, form a line and each of you will
get to feel my breasts. Just remember, treat them as you would your pricks.
No super rough playing with them!"

The boys quickly lined up, pushing each other to get closer to the front of
the line. When they were lined up, the first boy stepped forward, gently
touching and prodding her G-cup sized tits.

"I didn't say treat them like they were going to break, just don't get too
rough with them." she instructed the fourteen year old boy running his hands
over them, but as eager as he was to touch them, he was still being too
tentative with them, for her tastes.

With a look of exasperation on her face she said, "O.K., I'll walk you
through it. First cup them in your hands from underneath them." and waited
for the boy to comply, "Now lift them. Feel their weight, and these are no
light weights, trust me on this issue, because I have to carry them around
24/7/365 on my chest. I feel their weight all of the time."

The boy did as she had instructed and had cupped them in his hands and was
lifting them up to feel how heavy they were, and she was right, they were
really heavy, for tits.

"Now squeeze them to feel how firm they are. Not too hard, but not too
softly either." she instructed. And the boy did as she told him to.

"Now run your hands over the skin of my breasts, then my areolas (pointing
at them) and finally my nipples, to see the differences." she said, and he did,
making her shiver at his light touch, her erect nipples getting even harder.

Although she was outwardly acting as if she were teaching sex-ed in some
high school, inwardly, she was highly embarrassed, standing there naked, in
front of five equally naked teenaged boys telling them how to play with her
body.

"Now cup your hands again, facing them towards my breasts, so that my nice
long, thick nipples are in the palms of your hands." and waited for him to get
positioned right before continuing, "Now squeeze!"

"No harder! They won't break or fall off, I promise you."

"O.K., Now squeeze like you are doing .... release .... squeeze again. Keep
on doing that until I tell you to stop." she said, enjoying the way the young
boy was playing with her huge tits.

After letting him do this for quite a while, she realized that she'd have to
move on, after all this was just the first of five boys. 

"O.K. now grasp my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers, pinch
them gently..... O.K. now twirl them in your grasp .... OOOOHHH GOD
THAT FEELS SO GOOD! O.K. next!"

She repeated it with each of the boys, some needing more instructions than
the others.

"O.K. seeing as time is running short, let's get on to the fucking. I'm going
to get down on my hands and knees. One of you will kneel behind me and
stick your dick into me." she said, as the boys all cheered the decision.

Jennifer knelt down on the carpeting. The shy boy who had been the first to
play with her tits knelt down behind her. As her legs were spread wide apart
and her back arched, sending her ass high into the air, her fuck hole was easy
to see. Holding his prick, he lined himself up and shoved it into her wet, but
otherwise unprepared pussy in one quick shove. Since he only had a thin
five inch cock, Jennifer barely felt his entrance. As the boy began ramming
his cock in and out of her pussy, she began rocking back and forth in time
with his strokes, her cunt opening wide for him to send it into her and
clamping down as he tried to pull out.

He was so hot that it only took a few strokes to get him off, as he flooded
her pussy with his semen. The other four didn't last any longer either and
Jennifer was left frustrated from not getting off, but it was getting late and
the boys had to go. She'd have to teach them next time how to please her, as
well as themselves, if she was going to have to have regular sex with them.

Right after the boys left, the phone rang, her first call from her Internet
and print ads, that the devil had placed on her behalf. 

"Hello." she said.

"Is this the service?" a strange man asked.

"Service? What service?" she replied, not realizing that it was one of her
ads.

"Do you have an ad on the Internet?" the man asked.

"Yes." she replied hesitantly.

"Oh, you're answering your own calls." the man replied with relief in his
voice.

"Yes." she replied confidently, now knowing where this call was going.

"I wanted to know first, if the picture and the measurement's listed on the
Internet is really you?" he queried.

Not knowing for sure, but reasonably certain that the devil would have
placed accurate information, she replied, "Yes and it's all me too. No fake
boobs here."

There was a pause and then the man asked, "So what do you charge?"

"A simple slam-bam-thank-you-mam is $150 here at my house. If you want
me by the hour, I charge $300 per hour." she said, not even having to think
twice about the rates she'd never had to quote before.

"Well where do you live?" he asked.

"In the Kendall section of town." she replied.

"That's not too far. I guess I'll come visit you. What's you're address?" he
asked.

"Are you coming over right now?" she asked, instead of answering his
question.

"No, maybe an hour from now." he replied.

"Well, when you are ready, give me a call and I'll give you the address. A
girl can't be too careful you know." she replied.

"Alright, I'll call you back in an hour." He said and hung up the phone.

"Oh good!" she thought to herself, "After fucking the devil all night long,
I've had to fuck Mr. Watson and five boys so far, and now this stranger is
calling about coming over and fucking me tonight. Well I better get the
place presentable and get some dinner going or I'll never get to eat anything
tonight."

An hour later, on the dot, the man called back and she gave him her address. 
He said that it would take him half an hour from where he was, as there were
so many traffic lights between where he was and where she lived. Her
bedroom was back in order and she sat down to eat, so that she could at least
have that out of the way before he arrived.

Her door bell rang, and she went to answer it. She had put some clothes on
to meet him, though they didn't leave much to the imagination, since she
wasn't wearing either a bra or panties. She had unconsciously dressed as a
school girl, in a sheer white, see-through blouse, that was at least a size
too small, forcing her to leave all of the buttons from the bottoms of her
breasts up undone, and really short, tight in the hips, plaid skirt. On her
feet she wore white socks with a lace edge around the tops, folded down, and
what looked like little girls shiny black patent leather shoes, except that
these ones had a four inch stiletto heel to them. Her clothes gave her an
erotic school girl look, albeit one that would have never been allowed in a
real school.

She opened the door, with her now almost constant, seductive smile on her
face and asked, "Are you Mr. Miller?"

The man's face showed his pleasantly surprised shock as his eyes bugged out
of his head as he starred at her huge tits and super long nipples. "Yes." came
the reply and she let him in.

The man was nothing special. He was neither short nor tall, a little over
weight, but not overly so. He was neither handsome nor ugly, kind of
average. After a few cordial comments back and forth, Jennifer said, "I
assume you still want just a quick toss in the hay?"

The married man, embarrassed about having to see a whore to relieve his
sexual tensions, since his wife no longer would allow him sex save for four
times a year, his birthday, Father's Day, Christmas, and some time in the fall,
simply nodded his head. 

She then said, "We need to take care of the financial part and then we can go
back to my bedroom."

The man took out his wallet and counted off seven $20 bills and added a $10.
She then took his hand and led him back into her bedroom. As she was
unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, the phone rang. She held a finger up to
her lips and picked up the phone.

"Is this the service?" the strange male voice on the other end of the phone
asked.

"No, it's me Jennifer." she replied.

"I've just got to have a date with you! You're the hottest thing I've ever
seen!" the now excited voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Well I am busy right now, can you call back in an hour?" she advised him.

"Sure, it's 6:30 now, so 7:30?" he said.

"That will be fine." she replied.

"I'm sorry honey." she told the man in the room with her.

"No problem." he said, starring intently at her now naked tits.

A moment later he was in the bed completely naked, and a few moments later,
Jennifer joined him in bed, equally naked. The man let his hands begin roaming
her body, as she moved a hand down to his crotch to grasp his average sized
cock and stroke it slowly. He explored her body for a while, as she stroked
him into erection.

"Do you want to get on top or do you want me on top?" she asked.

"Damn!" he thought to himself, "I haven't had a woman on top of me in
years!" and said, "Why don't you get on top."

Jennifer straddled his hips, grasped his cock and put the head inside of her. 
Straightening up and bending back a little, she looked him right in the eye
and slowly lowered herself onto his prick. It felt so good, that the man
couldn't ever remember it feeling this good before. Even though she'd fucked
the equivalent of probably a hundred men in the past twenty-four hours, her
cunt had shrunk down so that to the man she felt as tight as if she'd only
recently been deflowered and wetter than he ever could remember a woman being
as his prick entered her for the first time. It was as if a tight wet fist
was grasping the entire length of his cock, all at once and, he could feel the
muscles inside of her cunt massaging him.

He reached up and grasped her long thick nipples and squeezed them hard
between his fingers and thumbs, giving her both exquisite pain and pleasure
at the same time. Jennifer gasped but allowed him to do as he pleased as she
began fucking him in earnest. Up and down she went, faster and faster,
moaning and groaning as she did. Since she hadn't complained so far, the
man squeezed her long, thick nipples even harder and began pulling them
away from her chest.

Jennifer couldn't understand what was going on. The boys had cum real
quickly inside of her, and this man, whom she could see was on the edge of
blowing his load, was somehow holding back. The devil hadn't told her, that
every man who paid for the privilege of fucking her would be able to hold
off cuming at least three times as long as it normally took or ten minutes,
which ever was longer, but in time she would realize that the men paying for
her attentions were able to hold off for an inordinately long time, at least
the first time that they fucked her.

Although the man may have been able to hold off, Jennifer couldn't, and the
first of four orgasms, while fucking this man washed over her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she
squealed in obvious delight and immediately began fucking him even faster
in the throes of her orgasm.

"Shit!" the man thought to himself, "I've never lasted this long, nor made a
whore cum before!" as he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of Jennifer rapidly
lifting and lowering her spasming cunt on his cock, while he viciously
pinched and pulled on her nipples.

The orgasm was a long, powerful one, forcing her to really hump the John
that she was fucking as if she were possessed as the intensity of the pleasure
drove her on. As the orgasm died down, so did the extreme speed in which
she was fucking the man. She still was fucking him pretty fast, but not as
fast as during her orgasm, and her cunt was still milking the man's cock, in
it's attempt to make him cum inside of her. She knew that she was opening
herself wide every time that she slammed herself down on him and that she
was grasping him tightly as she pulled off of him.

She came another two times before he came and he ended up cuming just as
her third orgasm was winding down. He came harder, longer and with more
cum than he could ever remember cuming before. His spurting of his seed
into her womb, set off her fourth and last orgasm of their coupling, another
long, intense one. As she came down from her fourth orgasm, she collapsed,
exhausted onto his chest, his still hard cock, fully impaled inside of her. 

They both gasped and rested from their exhausting coupling and it was only
when they began to recoup their strength, enough to get up, that his cock
finally shrunk and slid out of her well satisfied pussy. 

Jennifer said, "Stay there a moment, I'll get a wet cloth to clean you up."

She went to the bathroom, which now had a bidet in it, and sat down, to clean
herself up first. After drying herself off, she took a wash cloth and ran
hot water over it and came back out to her bedroom, to clean the man off. 
The two put their clothes back on and before he left, she gave him several of
her cards, so that not only would he be able to call her again, but also give
her card to his friends to also call on her.

Her card was rather simple. In big letters in the middle of the card was her
name, well at least her first name. In the lower right hand corner was her
phone number, cell phone number, and pager number. Along the left hand side
was a caricature of her naked, with an excellent likeness of her huge tits
with their long, thick nipples. She also advised him that for every $1,000
worth of business that he referred her, she'd give him a free session, just
like the one that they had just had.

Her first ever customer, hadn't been gone twenty minutes when the phone
rang.

"Hello." she said, in her sexiest voice.

"Are you free now?" the man on the other end asked.

"Yes, I am. What's your name?" she replied.

"I'm John, John Smith." the man on the other end of the line said.

"Hi John. What would you like to be up to tonight?" she asked in her
huskiest voice.

"Well I saw your web site, including your rates. I'd like to have a dinner
date, come back to my place to screw around a couple of hours and then let
you go home, instead of sleeping over. I'll even pick you up and drop you
off. The problem is that I don't want to pay by the hour, I want to know
what I'm paying up front." The man said, almost sounding like a little boy
with a new toy.

"Well, how does $1,000 sound, If you pick me up at 9:00 and have me home
by 2:00?" she offered.

"For another $200 I could have you sleep over." he commented.

"Yes, but we wouldn't be getting together until 10:00. The reasoning behind
that price was three hours at $300 plus $300 for the time between 2:00 and
9:00 the next morning. That allows me have another customer, before 9:00."
she replied, surprising herself at her own response. 

"Well do you have another customer lined up?" he asked.

"Not tonight." she replied.

"Then why don't we start early, and end early? You'll be home in the
morning to take your first call of the day." he offered.

Jennifer thought a moment and said, "O.K."

"If I'm going to pick you up, I'll need your address." he said.

"Call me back when you're ready to leave and I'll give it to you then." she
replied.

"Alright. Oh dress sexily, I want you looking really good when we go out."
he said.

She had an hour and a half before he'd be there to pick her up, she had to get
moving. She stripped the bed again, threw the linens in the washer and
started it, then she ran into the bathroom to shower. After a quick shower,
not shampooing her hair this time, she began applying her make-up. She
applied just enough to look stunning, without looking whorish. She put on a
red silk and lace garter belt, sheer black stockings with a snake design
wrapping up each of her legs with the head of the snake just below her pussy
on the insides of her thighs, and red four and a half inch heels that forced
her up onto the ends of her toes, making her balance on her toes and the
pencil thin heels. She ran back to the laundry room and moved the now clean
sheets from the washer to the dryer.

She hurried back to her bedroom and slipped into a form fitting red dress. 
The dress was naughty, yet elegant. While the dress was not low cut, it
nevertheless exposed quite a bit of her tit flesh as the area between her
nipples was cut out in a diamond shape with the widest point being between
her nipples. The diamond closed on the top just above where her breasts
joined her chest and at the bottom just above her navel. The skirt was short,
but not too short, covering the top third of her shapely thighs. The material
of the dress was clingy and stretchy, making it look like it was painted onto
her instead of her having slipped into it.

The dress really showed off her unbelievable figure. Her huge tits jutted way
out and her big puffy areolas jutted out even more, making them look like
miniature breasts on her breasts. Then her nipples, which stuck out over an
inch in length from her areolas, were so tightly covered by the stretchy
material that you could see every crease in them. Her tiny, waspish waist,
her flaring hips and round, heart shaped ass, all showed in complete detail as
her dress clung to them. Even the crack of her ass was completely detailed,
as the material was sucked into the crevice all the way to her anus.

With the dress on, she accessorized, putting on her watch, some earrings, a
bracelet and a necklace. She then went back to the bathroom to get her hair
just right and touched up her make-up. Since she had some time left, before
her "date" was to pick her up, she ran back into the laundry room, took her
sheets out of the dryer and headed back to her room to make her bed, so that
she wouldn't have to do it at 2:30 or 3:00 in the morning.

The door bell rang, and she grabbed her purse, making sure that her keys
were inside. She opened the door, and smiled lovingly at the young man (
Note: she still had her original mind, even though she now occupied a twenty
year old's body). She could easily see why the man in his early thirties, was
paying for companionship. He was average height and carried a few extra
pounds, but he had to be the ugliest man she had ever laid eyes on. His face
was completely scarred from acne, that he probably had as a youth. His
smile indicated that he probably rarely, if ever brushed his teeth and never
saw a dentist, as he was missing many teeth and those that he had looked like
they were blackened with cavities. His hair could be best described as a
mop, and to finish off his facial features, he had a beak for a nose, long and
with a bump in the middle where it changed directions. In spite of his
ugliness, Jennifer still looked at him with a lusty smile.

"Well Tom, are you just going to stand out there?" she asked him pleasantly,
to break his obvious stunned state as his eyes undresses her.

The man had seen her picture on the Internet, but still couldn't believe how
beautiful she was in person. In fact, he had been fooled before, getting to the
woman's place only to find out that she looked nothing like her picture. 
Whereas Jennifer, at least that's what she called herself on the Internet,
looked even better than her pictures on the Internet, and there was no
mistaking that this was the same person. Even better yet, she was smiling,
pleasantly and naturally at him, in spite of what he knew was not a very
pleasant face, his. 

"Well, maybe I will have fun tonight after all!" he thought to himself and
then said to her, "Uh, yes. I'm sorry but you are even prettier in person than
the pictures that I saw of you on the Internet, and I was so struck by your
beauty, that I couldn't even talk."

"I hate the part about being the businesswoman, but unfortunately, it is a
necessary part of my business. Besides, it's better to get that part out of
the way up front, that way the rest of the evening is just fun. Do you have
the $1,000 in cash?" she asked him.

"Oh yes." he replied, somewhat embarrassed about not having the money in
his pocket and ready.

He took out his wallet, and Jennifer could see that there was enough bills in
there to choke a horse. He pulled a bunch of bills out and counted nine $100
bills, and reached back in for one more, then handed the ten $100 bills to
Jennifer. Having seen him count the money, she didn't recount them.

"Excuse me for just a second, I don't like carrying this kind of money when
I'm out on a date." she told him and went back into her bedroom and put the
money in the small floor safe the devil had supplied her.

"Well, are you ready for an evening of fun?" she said enthusiastically, with a
joyful smile on her face, as she hooked her arm through his and they walked
out to his Cadilac.

Tom opened her door for her as if he were a gentleman on a date with a real
lady, instead of an ogre who had just paid for some whore's time with him. 
Jennifer, got in and scooted over to sit in the middle, next to her date. She
hiked her skirt up to her hips, completely exposing her pantiless pussy, and
spread her legs enough to give him easy access to her crotch, without
interfering with his driving. He was on cloud nine. He had a beautiful
woman with him and was going to a fancy restaurant where many of his
friends ate regularly. 

During the short drive, they carried on a pleasant conversation, mainly
Jennifer got him to talk about himself, what he did for a living, where he
went to college, etc. While they talked, Tom alternated between playing
with her huge tits, especially her nipples, and fingering her open, available
pussy. Jennifer at one point had asked him if he wanted her to play with his
cock, but he didn't want to be embarrassed with a hard-on when he got to the
restaurant, so he said, "Later, after dinner."

When they arrived at the restaurant, he pulled up to the valet stand. A young
man quickly opened Jennifer's door, and as she got out, she spread her legs
wide apart, paused for a moment, allowing the valet to see her naked,
hairless pussy in all of it's glory, and then stepped out of the car. Tom
didn't wait for the valet, but rather got out and came around the car, but
not fast enough to have seen Jennifer shoot her beaver at the valet. He handed
the valet his keys, took his claim ticket and they went inside.

Although it was a week day evening, the place was pretty busy, and even
with the $20, that Tom slipped the maitre' d, they still had to wait half an
hour. As he scanned the room, looking for possible friends, he noticed quite
a few men, and even some women, starring at Jennifer. This woman who was with
him tonight, was a startling beauty. It wasn't that her face alone would have
won out over a lot of other women that he knew, but rather the entire package,
the hair, the eyes, her real hour glass figure capped off at the top by her
enormous tits and at the bottom with her buttocks and long shapely legs in
those really high, high heels, but most importantly, it seemed to be her aura
of beauty and confidence. Of course, he realized that most of the men were
starring at her breasts, as it was obvious that they were unencumbered.

Eventually they were seated. The maitre' d held Jennifer's seat for her, and
as she sat down, she realized that instead of tugging her short skirt down,
she was pulling it up, so that the bottom hem of her skirt, was at the height
of her naked pussy. Once her chair was pushed into the table, she felt herself
spreading her legs so that anyone facing her had a clear view of her naked
pussy. 

As they ate and drank, they carried on an animated conversation, nothing
about sex, sports, politics, etc. Tom was aware that every many in the place
was sneaking peeks between her legs and seeing her perfect, hairless, pussy,
especially the help, which seemed were constantly walking by, right behind
their table. Of course, it also meant that they were getting even better than
first class service. Neither of them could take even just the smallest sip of
water, before a different waiter or bus boy would come by to fill their glass.
Even the chef came out to make sure that their order was satisfactory, and to
get a look at what everyone was telling was this gorgeous woman out there,
braless and pantiless.

When they had finished their dinner, the maitre' d came over and told them
that desert was on the house, as he copped a quick feel of Jennifer's huge tit.
They had a great time at the restaurant, but then it was time to leave. The
walked out together, stuffed from all the food they had eaten, and went to the
valet stand. As luck would have it, the same kid who had parked there car
when they arrived, was the next in line to retrieve their car. Although they
should have paid $2 for the service, the kid said, "It's on the house tonight."
and ran to go get their car.

Tom waited on the driver's side and the kid held his door open until Tom
was in, then closed it and ran around to let Jennifer in. Again, she got in,
hiking her skirt to her hips, placed one foot in and paused for just a moment,
to give the kid a real good look at her naked pussy, then quickly pulled the
other foot in and slid over next to Tom as the kid slammed the door. Tom
did slip the valet three bucks.

On the drive back to Tom's house, Jennifer slid down onto the floor as she
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, before proceeding to give him a
nice, slow blow job. He was glad that she did as he had been hard since she
opened the door to her house and he got his first glimpse of her and the
tension was driving him crazy. When she was finished, she returned to
sitting next to him as he drove, playing with her tits and cunt.

When they arrived at Tom's house, he gave her the grand tour of his
mansion. He had invented a few things and was living off of the royalties
rather nicely. The last room of the tour, of course, was the master bedroom,
which looked more like a living room to Jennifer, at least as big as a good
sized living room. It had a raised circular bed, which was much bigger than
a normal king sized bed. The room had a sitting area with the biggest big
screen TV she had ever seen and a large stereo. Tom put on some nice, soft,
romantic music as they walked over to his bed and got naked.

Tom's short comings weren't just in his looks, his prick was shorter than
average and very thin, although he did have remarkable recuperative ability. 
Over the next two hours, between midnight and two in the morning, the
fucked in just about every position imaginable, and in every one of her
orifices plus between those magnificent tits of hers. While he got off each
and every time he banged her, his little dick did nothing for her and when she
went home that night, she ended up having to masturbate herself to several
orgasms with what she began calling "Big George", in memory of her
deceased husband. "Big George" was a very thick twelve inch dildo that
completely mimicked a real circumcised cock, from the helmeted head to
thick veins running down the shaft.



End Part 3
*****************************************************************************

Well fans, what will happen to Jennifer next, might be up to you!

Of course she's going to have sex indiscriminately with teenaged boys,
married men, old men, married or not, and middle aged women, either just
the two women or with their husbands and boyfriends. She's got ads going
every where and she will draw teenagers, old men and lesbians, when ever
she goes out shopping, which will probably be daily. Now, what situations
are we going to put her in. 

Chapter 4 She is going to go shopping at the mall. Her pheromones are
going to attract old men and middle aged lesbian and bi-women. So
something will happen while she is out shopping for the day. She'll be
teaching kids to fuck her in the afternoon again. And of course she's going
to have some kind of sexual encounter with a paying customer or two. I
won't post for at least three weeks to give you a chance to write to me and
give me your suggestions.

*****************************************************************************
Sad note! This story has been temporarily put on the back burner, in light of
my many other stories. I will eventually get back around to it, but I can't
tell you when that will be.
*****************************************************************************
Send your suggestions to tedebear690@yahoo.com