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by deirdre
It was a warm summer day: lots of people were wearing shorts and
some women were looking really good. I was in line at a local
discount department store, and couldn't help noticing one
particular woman: she must have been about twenty, was thin, a
little taller than average, and extremely tan, with brown hair, and
was wearing shorts and a short little top that showed off her
middle. She didn't have large breasts, but it was awful nice to
look at her trim, lithe little body. She was over in another line
and I snuck a few glances.
"She's really something, isn't she?" Someone behind me said it
and somehow I stood there for a second ignoring the question of
whether she was talking to me or not. Then I came to my senses,
and slowly turned around in a non-committal way. There was this
short lady, perhaps about 40 or 45 years old with black hair. She
wasn't what you would call great looking, though she was OK, and
she was thin. She was looking up at me and she definitely must
have been talking to me. I still didn't answer, not knowing quite
what to make of her.
"She's really sexy, isn't she?" said the woman.
"Yes," was my brilliant reply, not knowing quite what to make of
a woman who would start up a conversation like that.
"You could ask her out." Curioser and curioser.
"I don't know her."
"I could get you in with her. She lives in the same apartment
complex as I do." I just stared at her. "Well, you like the way
she looks; do you want to take a chance and possibly date her and
. . . ? It's *your* life!"
I thought about it. Why was this woman doing this? That would
be really something--actually getting to know a woman like that.
Was there any danger in going along with this? I could take care
of myself.
"Why?" I finally asked, wondering why she would do something
like that.
"You like her looks, don't you?"
"I mean, why do you want to do this?"
"I have a deal for you." I was even more intrigued. "Come talk
to me outside."
Outside, I waited for her. She didn't beat around the bush.
"OK, here's the deal: I'll help you get in with her; then after you
have sex with her, I want you to help me have sex with her."
Needless to say I was surprised. "Never mind your comments,"
she went on, "is it a deal? I think it can work." It was strange
to look at this woman and know that she was turned on by the exact
same girl that turned me on so much. This was all too wild--I
didn't do things like this.
"Deal." What could it hurt? This was so wild.
"OK, it'll take a lot of time and effort on our part but I think
it can work." She paused, seeming to wait for any objection from
me. "Come with me to my apartment and we can start planning." I
felt a nervous twinge at that. What was I getting myself into?
Dealing with this crazy old lady in order to get to someone my own
age? But I went along with it.
After following her to her apartment, she gave me a beer and
took one herself, told me to call her Esther, and she told me the
situation. She had seen the girl around the complex, but didn't
know her name or where she lived. We would have to watch for her
and find out which apartment she lived in and her name. Then we
could track her movements, including where she did her laundry, and
the she could run into me doing my laundry in the same room. Then
it would be up to me to strike up a conversation.
It sounded feasible, so I went along with it. She told me she
sometimes saw the girl walking from one of the parking lots at
night as she returned to her apartment and said we'd stake out the
parking lot that night. I just went along with her.
That evening when I returned, Esther said we'd go sit in her car
out in the parking lot. She brought a six-pack and we headed out.
Soon I found myself sitting in her car, watching for that girl. I
wondered at myself getting into this situation. It was insane.
But it sure wasn't the same ol' boring evening! Not yet: we hadn't
been waiting in the car long yet. We drank some beer and talked a
bit. Esther started talking about the girl. She asked me if I
liked slender girls in general, and soon somehow our conversation
was on how I would like to have sex with the girl. I told her a
line about how I would kiss the girl and whisper in her ear.
"Don't give me that--I know guys. I'll bet you'd like her naked
on her hands and knees in the middle of the living room, waiting
for you to give it to her from behind." I was definitely taken
aback--I can't say it was exactly what I was thinking, but it
certainly fit in well with what could turn me on.
She went on: "I, myself, would dearly love to get my hands on
her little ass. Her body is so sleek and brown. I'd love to pull
those little shorts down and get my hands on those cheeks." I'd
never known a lesbian before and never imagined a woman like
Esther. "Then I'd love to run my hands up and down her body,
rubbing my hand on her cunt and fingering one of her nipples. I
want to see her breath hard." It was getting to be too much--I was
definitely turned on. "I want her on her knees too: ready to lick
me on command. I'd love to see you pushing your cock into her rear
hole while I pushed her head into my cunt. I'd love to gag her and
handcuff her..."
"You are really something!" I finally blurted.
"Sorry, am I getting you too hot?" she asked. "We can talk
about other things."
But we didn't. We just sat there, drinking.
"You know," she started up, probably a half hour later, "we
could have a little fun while we sit here. I'll bet you could use
it." I just sat there. Did I know this was coming? What should
I do?
"It's no big deal," she went on, "It's just that it's ashamed to
waste away the time like this. You could stand a little, couldn't
you?" I'd certainly never done anything with a middle-aged lady
and never thought I'd hear a lady like Esther suggesting we do it
just to pass the time!
"What do you have in mind?" Some part of me must have thought
it was a good idea!
"Look, I just think it makes sense to have a little fun since
we're stuck here like this." Her hand went on my cock. "We'd
probably both be getting ourselves off later tonight--why not share
a little?" Her hand was rubbing and my cock which hadn't been
completely soft was hardening. She was right about one thing: I
could use some sex.
"I think you are liking this idea," she said. Then she had my
zipper open and was pulling my cock out and had her hand around it.
Then she said "Keep a good lookout," and she bent over and put her
mouth over my cock. She started sucking and bobbed her head. She
was certainly more enthusiastic than any of the girls who had done
this for me: I had gotten a few light kisses and little sucks but
that is it. She went after my cock like a demon, never stopping.
She grabbed my thigh with one hand and worked her head faster and
faster. I couldn't believe the sensation. If that girl had walked
by, I would have missed her. But Esther didn't stop or draw it
out--she had me coming in no time. But even though we didn't spend
a lot of time drawing it out, I felt like I came more than ever
before. It was so fantastic!
She swallowed every drop, not drawing away until I was
completely done. Then she kept her hand on my cock as she stood up
and I went softer. "You've got a nice cock," she said. We sat
there a little while. "Didn't see anything, did you?" I wondered
a little if I missed the girl as she walked by. Esther seemed to
read my mind: "Don't worry, chances are she didn't sneak by at
exactly when you were out of it, and if she did, we'll still get
her in the end." Esther was simply beyond belief.
We sat there for a little while, watching anyone who walked by.
Esther opened another beer and drank a bit. "I could use some
relief too," she finally said, "could you finger me?" She took my
hand and put it on one of her breasts. I fingered it through the
material. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breast wasn't large, but
I felt the nipple through the material. She unbuttoned her blouse
and pushed my hand inside. I fingered her some more.
"That's great," she finally said. "Please don't stop!" I could
tell from her voice that she was really excited. I couldn't
believe I was doing this. She unbuttoned her blouse some more and
it was completely open. She fingered her other breast herself. I
could barely see her chest in the shadows. It was awful nice to
see a woman's chest even if her breasts were not large. "I'll keep
watch," she said.
I bent down and licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue.
"Yes!" she said and her hands went to my head. "Oh yes! Oh yes!"
she repeated over and over. Her voice was breathy I heard her
unzipping her jeans. She pushed her hand inside the front of her
panties. With her other hand, she was still pulling my head
against her nipple. I ran my tongue back and forth over it and
nipped it lightly with my teeth. I could hear her breathing pick
up even more. I put my hand on the hand she had in her panties and
pushed it in in front. My fingers found hers and helped. Her body
started jerking as she tightened and loosened the muscles in her
pelvis. She was still saying "Yes!" over and over. Her fingers at
her cunt allowed mine to do the work and then slipped behind my
hand and pushed my fingers against her cunt. Her cunt was so wet.
I felt her clit, which her fingers obviously wanted me to work on.
I slipped down and slid two fingers into her cunt and then slipped
back up to her clit. She jerked and moaned and said "Don't stop!"
She sounded like she was pleading.
Her body stiffened and straightened as she let out a final long
moan, lifting her rear right off of the seat. It seemed like a
minute that her body twitched and jerked and she finally collapsed.
I lightly kissed her nipple, not stopping for another couple of
minutes, then I sat up. She was leaning against the door of the
car, her legs open, looking lewd, but looking like she was totally
beat. Her breath was still too fast. I scanned the parking lot
and the sidewalk to see if the girl was around, but I didn't see
her.
"Oh thanks! You don't know how much I needed that!" she said,
finally, through her breathing.
After that, we sat there a while, just looking at the parking
lot. We didn't see the girl at all. We sat there for quite a
while, perhaps an hour. It was getting later and finally reached
about 11:30PM.
"She might stay out all hours on weekends," Esther finally said,
"It might be smarter to watch for her on weekdays."
"You might be right," I added, but we agreed to keep watching
and watched quite a bit longer, until about 1AM. Then we agreed to
call it quits and went back to her apartment.
"I guess it'll take more persistence to catch her," said Esther,
"we can try another night." We agreed on the following night and
I got ready to leave.
I looked at her as she walked me to the door. She really wasn't
bad looking--just not particularly youthful. She seemed in good
physical shape and her body was attractive, if slender. She smiled
at me.
"You know," she said, "you could just stick around." I knew
exactly what she was thinking and she seemed to know my mind too.
I remembered coming and how she came.
It was a warm night and we were both nude, with no sheet. Light
from street lights shown in the bedroom window, so it was easy to
see each other. I fucked her on her hands and knees and she
obviously loved every second of it, thrusting her rear back at me
and making a sort of whining noise the whole time. I was tired
after that. We lay there nude. She put her hand on my rear as we
fell asleep.
Was I surprised to find myself there in the morning! I wondered
what I had gotten myself in for. She insisted on having me sit on
the edge of the bed while she sucked me off. It was incredible.
But later I wondered. Was this her real goal? She had fixed us
breakfast and I had eaten and then gone. I thought about it a lot,
needless to say. Looking back on it, it seemed like I didn't want
to be involved with her. Just too weird--I didn't know what would
happen next. We hadn't agreed on any particular evening to meet
again--when she called, I'd be busy.
But she called that afternoon with different news: "I lucked out
and got here here in my apartment. You've got to come quick!" She
was obviously talking low.
"How . . . ?"
"I happened to see her at the laundry and struck up a
conversation and lured her back. Come now. I'll say you're the
son of one of my friends and have a little job for you to do or
something. You can call me "Aunt Esther". This is our big
chance!" I thought about it. I remembered what that girl looked
like. Well, if Esther was leading me on this time, I'd know for
sure.
"OK."
"Hurry!" I left. On the way I wondered if the girl wouldn't
be there and Esther would say she'd left. I groaned inwardly--that
had to be it. I'd *know* she was leading me on, but I'd still
probably wonder.
Esther was at the door. She grinned at me. The girl was there!
Esther introduced her as Kathleen. She was wearing shorts and a
sleeveless top. I felt tongue-tied but I hid it well. She smiled
at me. I was all business and told Esther I had to get started.
Esther took me in the kitchen and said she needed to clean behind
the stove and refrigerator and that I could pull them out. I
almost smirked and she gave me a little shrug. Then she was gone
back to her living room and I heard her talking to Kathleen. I had
to take everything off the top of the refrigerator first, then I
rolled it out. Esther could have done the whole job herself, but
probably didn't realize how easy it is. But the job served its
purpose.
I was done with the stove too and out in the living room joining
Esther and Kathleen. I asked Kathleen if she lived in the
apartments. She smiled at me as we made small talk and I realized
this all might work! Finally she excused herself and left.
Suddenly Esther was saying "Go after her!" and pushed me out the
door. Kathleen actually looked back when I was out and I caught up
to her and asked her if she were interested in going out to a movie
that night! We made a date right there.
Esther met me at the door, grinning from ear to ear. I guess I
was grinning too--she seemed to know I'd gotten a date even though
I hadn't said a thing.
"Did she get you hard?" *That* was the Esther I knew. Her hand
was on my cock checking it out. She rubbed it a little, then was
on her knees unzipping my jeans! My cock was in her mouth and I
was on the verge. I still can't get over the way she could suck me
off!
It only took a minute for her to get me off. Then she was
ripping off her own clothes! "Do my ass! Pretend I'm Kathleen!"
she said. Soon she was nude on the living room carpet on her hands
and knees, wriggling her rear! Frankly, it was *much* too soon for
me and I had to tell her so. She smiled and said she understood
and asked if I'd kiss her nipple like the night before. We ended
up sitting on the couch, me kissing her breast and her fingering
herself. I found myself getting hard again, and she immediately
said we should do it and got on her hands and knees again. I
didn't do her ass, but we had a wild time and afterwards she asked
me if I pretended she was Kathleen!
"You are the most unusual lady I've ever heard of," I finally
offered when we were done. She just laughed and said I wasn't used
to women who did what they felt like doing. Then she told me to go
home and get ready for Kathleen.
In fact, she was full of advice, talking to me all the time I
got myself back together and headed for the door. I told her she'd
just make me nervous, and finally she insisted on coming with me,
saying I was hopeless and would probably dress all wrong.
I gave up and ended up driving her to my apartment. She
immediately went through my closet and clothes on the floor,
looking at different items critically. Then she wanted me to try
things on, and I protested.
"You've *got* to see what it looks like!" she insisted.
"I'm *not* going to spend my afternoon trying on my own
clothes!"
"But you don't realize what a good impression you could make .
. ." There was no stopping her and yes, I spent a half hour trying
on clothing! Finally she was satisfied that I had something to
wear and she attacked my kitchen, both cleaning it up and making us
something to eat. After we ate, she stuck around, cleaning my
apartment until it was time for me to get ready to go--then she
checked me out after I got dressed and I took her back home.
Kathleen smiled at me when I went to pick her up and I couldn't
believe that she seemed so interested in me. She was so beautiful.
We talked surprisingly easily the whole way there and after the
movie as we stopped for desert. She invited me in, too, and yes,
we did it, that very night! And ended up spending the night
together too!
I couldn't believe that everything went so perfectly. It seemed
like when I had first seen Kathleen and that Esther had talked to
me that I didn't really believe that Kathleen and I would ever
date--and if we did, it would be unlikely to work out. But now it
had . . . and I was walking on air.
I left in the morning after we went out for breakfast, and when
I got home, there was a message on my machine from Esther. She
*ordered* me to call her to tell her all the details! Well I
called her, and as soon as she answered, she said she was coming
over immediately to hear it all!
She wanted to know everything, and was patient about every
detail and demanding if she thought I'd missed something. I ended
up telling her the whole story, beginning to end. As soon as it
reached Kathleen's bed, she was doubly interested and got me to sit
on the couch with her sitting between my legs, leaning back against
me. She took my hand and put it under her top on her breasts as
soon as I started talking about kissing Kathleen. She wanted me
playing with her nipple and she wouldn't let me refuse. She wanted
complete descriptions of Kathleen's taking her clothes off and what
she looked like. And when I got to our sex, she wanted absolutely
every detail. By then, she had a hand tucked in her panties and
was fingering herself too. She wanted to know exactly what it felt
like to push my cock in Kathleen's cunt, and she came as I did my
best to describe it. She wanted to know what it was like to see
Kathleen later--did I see her body in the morning in daylight? I
had to describe every kiss and every detail until the moment I
left.
Then Esther turned around and kissed me. I didn't recall her
kissing me so sweetly before. Then she whispered in my ear "Thank
you," and got up and got herself dressed again. Then she told me
she knew it was going to go well, and left.
Well, I got together with Kathleen again that night, and just
about every night that week. Esther convinced me to stop at her
apartment whenever I left Kathleen and she always made me explain
every detail. All while I fingered her. She didn't bring me off
any more but sex with Kathleen was great and I didn't really need
it. Kathleen and I hadn't done anything as wild as I had done with
Esther, but I wasn't complaining.
But Esther brought up the subject of doing other things with
Kathleen. Had she taken my cock in her mouth? Taken it in the
rear? Did I eat her? She always wanted to know, and then was
telling me I had to take action and let Kathleen know what I
needed. But I didn't quite feel like I needed all that--things
were going great with Kathleen without any of all that.
Esther also talked to Kathleen about me. She still visited with
Kathleen once in a while and Kathleen and I often made it a habit
to stop in to see her before we went out. We all went out to lunch
one saturday. Esther told me that Kathleen was definitely hooked
on me and she was sure she'd be willing to experiment with sex. I
was a bit nervous and asked Esther if she had discussed any
specifics with Kathleen or if she had told Kathleen about her
conversations with me. She told me not to worry--that she knew
what she was doing and would never do that unless she was sure
Kathleen was ready for it. I wasn't completely at ease with her
answer.
Finally, one time when I visited her after going out, she told
me her birthday was coming up and it was our opportunity to
introduce Kathleen into the more interesting aspects of sex. I got
nervous, both because I knew Esther could be very outrageous and
because it reminded me of our original agreement: that I'd help
Esther have sex with Kathleen.
It was very clear that Esther was still interested: she made me
tell her every little thing about Kathleen and got excited about
any tidbit about sex with Kathleen. I feared what would happen.
Esther had an elaborate plan. I didn't feel like I could turn her
down. But even so, she only got me to agree to go along with
things if everything seemed natural-- she said I should just show
innocent affection for Esther and act innocent above all things.
Kathleen went along with my suggestion that we just have a
casual date that night and as was not unusual, we stopped at
Esther's apartment before leaving. Esther let it slip that she was
sort of celebrating and it all turned into an impromptu invitation
to come out with us. Kathleen was insistent and Esther and I
couldn't have changed her mind had we wanted to. The three of us
went out to dinner at a fancier place than we had planned and then
ended up at Esther's apartment again. She gave us drinks and
somehow we ended up talking about Esther's lack of social life. I
marvelled to see Kathleen insistently pumping Esther, knowing that
Esther had orchestrated the whole thing. Fortunately, I didn't
have to do much- -basically act natural.
We'd been drinking and talking quite a while. There just didn't
seem to be an opportune time to leave. Finally Esther said it was
time for her to go to bed. She escorted us to the door and was
profusely thankful for our visit. Then she whispered something to
Kathleen. Kathleen giggled a little. Kathleen gave me a little,
nonchalant kiss, right there in front of Esther and said we'd
better go.
But we'd taken only a few steps and she stopped. "What do you
think of Esther?"
"She's great," I replied, "You might think she's like a mother
or aunt to me, but she's really a great friend to me."
"She's . . . all alone in there. Let's go back."
"What?"
"Well, I hate to leave her alone on her birthday. She really
doesn't have anybody. Do you ever think of her . . .," her voice
was down almost to a whisper, "does she *attract* you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"She hasn't *had* anyone . . . for years at least, as far as I
can tell."
"Kathleen, I *like* her, but . . ."
"You could kiss her," she was dragging me back to Esther's door,
"and maybe touch her if that didn't bother you."
"Kathleen, this is *too weird*!" She was tapping on Esther's
door. Esther opened it a crack and she insisted on us coming back
in. Esther was wearing a robe. Kathleen whispered to her.
"No!" Esther answered out loud, giggling while she talked.
"Have fun," Kathleen offered and started out the door. I just
stood there, not believing this was happening.
"No, stay," Esther said to Kathleen, looking nervous. She
whispered to Kathleen again and they whispered back and forth.
Finally Kathleen said "Come," and grabbed my arm and started
pulling me towards the bedroom! Esther didn't move, but Kathleen
stopped and looked at her, then went back and grabbed her wrist too
and pulled us both! I couldn't believe this! Obviously Esther was
a master at this game.
Kathleen left the lights off and dragged us to the bed. We all
lay down on it, me in the middle, all fully dressed. "Kiss her,"
Kathleen whispered right in my ear. "Go on," she said out loud
after I hesitated.
"Why don't you two kiss, and let me watch," said Esther quietly.
I still very carefully did nothing. Kathleen lay there looking at
Esther for a second. "Please?" Esther added, a pleading quality in
her voice.
It was time for action. I turned over on my stomach, raised
myself on my elbows, leaned over and kissed Kathleen on the lips.
She responded and I kissed her more deeply. All we did was kiss,
but I guess we were out of the habit of kissing for such a long
time because we made the most of it for minutes. When we came up
for air, I saw her glance over at Esther and back at me. She
smiled. I looked at Esther. She lay on her side, still in her
robe, looking at us with an unreadable expression on her face. I
leaned over and kissed Kathleen again. I could tell that she was
really excited.
"Touch me," Kathleen whispered in my ear. I still kissed. She
started unbuttoning her blouse and then grabbed my hand and made me
put it inside! She pushed her bra up over her breast. I felt her
nipple--it was definitely hard. She was breathing harder. She sat
up and started undressing for real. She got everything off but her
panties and then kissed me and then pulled my head to her breast as
she lay down again. Kathleen was getting hotter and hotter. She
leaned up and whispered in my ear again: "Yes! Do it! Let's do
it!" She glanced back at Esther and I did too. Esther had her
robe off and was wearing a silky little night shirt. Her hand was
on her crotch. Kathleen was unbuttoning my shirt and unsnapped and
unzipped my pants. "Come on, take it off," she whispered in my ear
and she raised her rear and slid down her panties. We were both
naked and I lay on top of her. The room was still dark, but my
eyes had had time to adjust and the light through the curtains was
enough to see everything. "I *want* it! I *want* it!" Kathleen
said. She seemed to have lost her grip on herself--I hadn't seen
her like this before until we were doing it. She grabbed my cock
and helped me slide it in. "Yes," I heard a very soft whisper. I
started stroking back and forth, slowly. "Yes, oh, yes, faster!"
she added out loud. I kept going slowly and she whispered again
"Faster, you bastard!" I gradually picked up the pace. She pushed
back with each stroke and she was shaking and bucking like I'd
never seen her before! She started vocalizing with every breath,
sometimes saying "Oh yes!" We just went harder and harder until I
felt her body stiffen. I grabbed her in a tight embrace, pushed
all the way in, and let myself come. She groaned and then after 30
seconds I felt her body suddenly go slack.
I couldn't roll back between them: Esther had slid over and I
heard her whisper into Kathleen's ear "That was beautiful." I
heard Kathleen sigh. Kathleen was too near the edge of the bed for
me to lay on the other side of her. I ended up standing up and
sank down in a stuffed chair a couple of feet away. Kathleen just
lay there on her back and Esther had put her arm over her body.
Esther pulled Kathleen's head toward her own and then whispered
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," I heard Kathleen whisper back. Then Esther
leaned a little closer and kissed her on the lips! Kathleen lay
there--I couldn't see if she were moving, but she didn't pull away.
Esther didn't stop the kiss and neither did Kathleen. They just
lay like that for well over a minute--minutes really. I finally
saw Kathleen's head moving slightly. Then Esther pulled on her
body and Kathleen rolled onto her side, facing Esther. They kissed
some more and soon their arms were wrapped around each other. I
just sat there and stared. Esther slid down to kiss Kathleen's
breasts. She managed to look at me as she slid and she motioned me
with her head. She wanted me to get back into bed. Then she was
kissing Kathleen's nipple. I could hear Kathleen breathing again.
Then Esther slid down again and motioned me again, twice. I got up
and walked around the bed and got in on the side Esther had been
before. Esther had her head between Kathleen's legs. Kathleen was
saying "Oh, yes!" again and her eyes were shut. I stared. Her
hands were on Esther's head. She just kept breathing louder and
louder and soon she was yelling her oh yeses. Her breathing got
even faster and heavier and she couldn't say it anymore. Then she
screamed. I couldn't believe it. She'd *never* done that with me!
She finally came down and Esther crawled back up next to her and
they were kissing again just like when they started. Esther
reached back behind herself as they kissed and pulled on my arm.
I scooted up close and she pulled my arm over them both. I lay
there while they just kissed and kissed.
I awoke. It was still dark. They weren't in the bed--they were
standing at the foot of the bed, kissing. I was so tired--I turned
over and shut my eyes again.
I awoke again to a scream. After it, I heard Kathleen's "Oh,
Yes!" a few more times. They were somewhere else in the apartment.
It was still dark.
I awoke again to breakfast in bed. They were both in robes and
serving me with a tray. They were both giggling so much. Kathleen
leaned over and kissed me. She ran her hand down to my cock too
and held it a second. Esther just grinned at us.
I ate breakfast and then I told them I had to get home. I left
Kathleen there at Esther's. I got home and boy did I feel funny.
The whole thing was weird. I felt like I was being pulled from the
inside in different directions. I didn't know what I wanted. I
called Kathleen that afternoon. She was out and I didn't feel like
leaving anything on her machine. I tried her four more times, then
I called Esther. She answered right away. I told her Kathleen was
out and she said Kathleen was right there with her. I told her I'd
talk to Kathleen later and hung up. After that I just lay in bed
thinking. What had I gotten myself into?
I just lay around all afternoon and evening, not even eating
supper. At 10PM, the phone rang. It was Esther.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," I replied.
"Listen . . . stay there," she said and hung up. She showed up
at my door 15 minutes later. I had just opened the door and she
pushed her way in. I turned around and looked at her.
"She's in love with you," she said. I didn't say anything.
"Have you ever eaten a woman?" she asked.
I almost said "Go to hell." I don't know what was bothering me
so much. I still stood there, mute. She grabbed my hand and
pulled me to the couch. "We *did* it!" she said, in a
conspiratorial voice, "Just like we planned from the beginning!"
Then "Let's celebrate!" and she went right for my zipper, unzipping
my pants and pulling out my cock. I backed away, scooting along
the couch. "No you don't!" she said and she put her mouth on my
cock. She worked at it and did her magic. I stared at her.
She stopped. She got up and whispered in my ear "Fuck my face.
Call me dirty names." She was down again and bobbing her head
again. She stopped. "Say 'whore'" she said. I sat there and
stared. "Say it!" she insisted. After a slight pause, she went
back to work.
She stopped again. She looked up at me. Her expression was
different- -she almost looked nervous. "I'm your slut," she said.
She went back to work. She grabbed my hands and put them on the
sides of her head.
"Slut," I said quietly. I immediately felt guilty. But she
started working all the harder. I was getting harder. I started
moving, pushing into her mouth. I held her head. I could tell she
wanted more of that. Soon I was bucking--I couldn't believe I
could be so rough with her! Soon I was coming and she just kept at
it the whole time. Then I was sitting there, exhausted.
She sat next to me. "Remember, you have that any time you tell
me to. My ass too." She just sat there and leaned against me.
Finally she stood up and headed for the front door. She turned at
the door. "She'd do that too, in a minute. If you don't call her,
she'll be over here tonight, begging for forgiveness."
I now spend just about all my time at Esther's. So does
Kathleen. I eat them both and Kathleen screams and Esther
sometimes passes out. Esther and Kathleen often show me little
"performances" of Kathleen's. Esther calls it slave training.
Kathleen is definitely always looking for new ways to please me.
She's sucked me, but we haven't done it the way I did it with
Esther that one time. And I haven't done her rear but I know I
will.