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CAUTION:
Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts,
itching, chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure,
tenderness in one or more localized regions of the body, condemnation
to the Bad Place To Go After You Die (as defined by local religious
authorities), or any one of a number of Bad Things (depending on local
conditions). Author sincerely hopes Intelligence agency computers get
a hard-on reading this story. Any resemblance to any persons past,
present, future, living, dead, or reanimated (regardless of means or
method) is too fucking bad. Greetings to the National Security Agency.
Use of this story does not mean you will actually have sex. Actual
persons may vary in personality, intelligence, sexual preference(s),
or appearance from those portrayed in this story. Author not
responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages resulting
from reading the story. Attempts to repeat, engage in, or duplicate
the actions in this story may produce different results. Readers are
cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards. Do not confuse this
story with Real Life.

GUARANTEE
I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else happens to
like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a look at
this one. If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
plotline, names, personalities, title, spelling, premise(s), grammar,
punctuation, language, theme, sexual topic(s), reactions, formatting,
responses, dialog, description(s), or anything else about it, you're
entitled to a FULL refund of your original purchase price. (That last
part was sarcasm, for those [hopefully few] that didn't get it.)

FEEDBACK
Positive feedback, and even _constructive_ criticism, are welcome.
Constructive criticism (to me, anyway) isn't just telling me what you
didn't like ("It sucked because _____ didn't/isn't ______"), but
taking that additional step of offering a correction or helpful
suggestion ("I'm into B&D, and what I see mostly is whips, not riding
crops") that applies to more than just one story. If offered a story
idea, I may have a try at it, but I'm not going to suddenly be able to
write a plausible accounting of a testosterone-fueled gay S&M guy's
foray into watersports just because someone makes the suggestion; that
kind of stuff just doesn't spin my propeller. If you've read my stuff
before, that's (roughly) what you're going to get. 'Kay?

"Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me

-=-=-=-=-=

Being able to get back to writing, I've got a couple more chapters in
the "Taxi" line in with the person proofreading my work. Here's how
the whole thing started; I'll be reposting the other 9 chapters
sequentially after this one.

-=-=-=-=-=

Taxi : the Beginning

Judd Hirsch had it right.

In the first episode of the TV series "Taxi", he said that he was a
cab driver. Everybody else in the shop was something else - boxer,
actor, artist, something. Me, I'm a cab driver.

I was in my Junior year of college and studying for Finals. I was
trying to bone up for an advanced Philosophy class, which was my
Major, and suddenly realized that the book I was reading was utter,
total, complete bullshit.

Once I understood that, I thought about the other Philosophy books I'd
read - and knew that once I'd gotten past the true classics such as
Socrates, Plato, des Carte, Kant, Kirkegaard, and even Ayn Rand, the
rest of it was so much people blowing smoke; either to try and justify
their salaries, or believing their own publicity.

When I understood that "modern" philosophy deserved the low opinion
most people have of the subject, I packed up the little bit of stuff I
had at school and dropped out. I simply couldn't see any point to
busting my butt to get a degree in something that had come to have
virtually nothing to do with the reality that most people live.

The thing was, I still had an interest - a passion, even - in
philosophy; just not the modern crap they were trying to teach me in
college. So I thought about all the different jobs that I could get
that would let me meet a wide variety of different people from a wide
variety of different lifestyles, occupations, races, religions, and so
on. I considered a lot of different jobs: cop, barber, bartender, and
so on, but I finally settled on being a cab driver.

Starting out, I was "the New Guy", of course. I got the crappy cabs,
the crappy hours, the crappy fares: I've made my share of runs to get
a bleeding gunshot or knifing victim from some dive of a bar to the
hospital. Sometimes I got them there in time; other times, not. Either
way, I caught shit from the other drivers when I was cleaning out the
back of the cab back in the shop. I admit, it was one hell of a change
from the upper-middle-class life I'd grown up in. But I was actually
learning something about Real Life along the way, so I stuck it out.
It took only a few years before I was one of the 'old-timers' in the
company, and with the increase in status came better cabs, hours, and
fares. It even got to the point where I was able to lease my rig, and
pretty much set my own hours; and I'd developed something of a
'regular clientele' that would ask for me by name. Other times, I just
happened to be in the right place at the right time to basically just
fall into some pretty unique situations.

I've been at this job for a long time, now, and I'd like to pass along
some of the experiences I've had along the way. Not so much to 'brag',
but to let people know what can happen if you're willing to be 'open'
to new experiences - and maybe teach folks some of what I've learned
about Life, the Universe, and Everything as Douglas Adams put it.

It was a Tuesday night and getting toward the end of my shift, and I
got a call from central that one of my regular fares, a lady by the
name of Edith, had called for me. I'd gotten to know her a little bit,
and knew that it was the right time of the year for her to be working
late on some quarterly report she had to do; when I'd dropped off my
previous fare, I'd found a spot not far from the office building she
worked, so that I'd be handy if she needed a ride home; if she didn't
the spot I was in was pretty good for picking up another fare, so I
had my bases covered.

I ten-foured the dispatch, and made my way to where I knew she'd be
waiting for me - only to be surprised to see her waiting with a guy.
Not that it was any of my business, of course, but I'd never heard her
talk about boyfriends or going out with guys or anything like that.
So, like I said, I was surprised. I get parked, and the guy has to
help her out to my cab; I see them coming, and I get out and open the
door for them. He gets her in the back seat, I close the door, and get
back behind the wheel. The guy asks "You know where she lives, right?"

I tell him I do, and he says "Let's get going then. I've got a big
night ahead of me."

Hearing that, my ears perk up, you know? I mean, I know her to some
extent, and she doesn't seem like the kind of woman to just jump in
the sack with any old guy.

I start checking them out in the back seat, and I can see that Edith
is kind of 'out of it'. She isn't passed out or anything, but she's
definitely not as chipper as she usually is, either. While I'm
driving, I keep looking back, and I finally see him reach over and
start playing with her tits through her blouse. I see that, and I know
things aren't right. She's a real classy lady - always dressed nice,
polite, sociable, the whole thing; so I'm thinking that she isn't some
bimbo that lets guys just start grabbing her tits in the back of a
cab.

So to try and find out what's going on, I ask the guy "She doesn't
look too good. Is she going to be okay?"

The guy tells me to just shut up and drive, and I told him "Look,
mister, she's a regular fare, and she always tips me good. I just
don't want her to think that I did anything but drive tonight, okay?"

He gives me some kind of look and answers "Don't worry about it. We
had a few drinks at a little party we had after we finished a report
we were working on, and she invited me back to her place. Maybe she
just had one too many, okay? I think she'll be okay in an hour or so."

I tell him "Sure, okay, I can understand that." - except that I'm
thinking that she doesn't look drunk to me, not even a little bit. I
mean, I've taken her home after some of the after work
dinner-and-drinks things she's been on, and she told me one time that
she never has more than two drinks - ever. And God knows, I've seen
enough people that have had too much liquor in them, and she just
doesn't look right.

I take another look in the mirror, and I see that he's got a hand up
her skirt while he's trying to lick her tonsils. And she's hardly
moving, and not SAYING anything. I'm starting to think that maybe he
doctored her drink; nothing like Rohypnol or anything like that: she
isn't completely out of it like that crap does to a person. We stop at
a light, and I can finally see her eyes: it's like she's begging me to
help her; I mean, I can SEE that she knows what's going on, but just
can't do or say anything for herself.

That's it. That's all I need before I pull over and tell the guy
"Look, mister - I told you, she's a regular fare, and I don't think
she looks right. I think maybe you need to get out so I can get her
home safe."

He starts bitching and fussing, and I finally tell him "Look, either
you get out now, or I hit the panic switch I've got up here, and you
can explain to the cops what's wrong with her, and why you're going
home with her. If you ain't outta my cab in five seconds, I'm hitting
the switch."

He gets real pale, which tells me that I'm probably right: he's
drugged her, and still has the stuff on him - and it's probably
something the cops would recognize if they found it on him. He opens
the door and gets out before the five seconds are up. I've got no
panic switch, but HE doesn't know that. He's REAL pissed off when he
wants to know how he's supposed to get another cab. I tell him "Turn
right at the next light, and down a couple blocks as you'll be at the
Kings Arms Hotel; they've always got a couple cabs waiting there."

He slams the door, and starts walking; I don't mind the noise or the
names he's calling me - I just pull out and take Edith the rest of the
way home.

When I pull up in front of her apartment building, I call in the end
of the fare, and tell them I'm going off shift. When I get the OK, I
shut the engine off and get out. I open the back door, and I can see
that Edith is in worse shape than I thought - but her eyes are still
alert, and she's watching me. I ask if it's okay if I look in her
purse for her keys, and figure her eyes are telling me to go ahead. I
find them easy enough, but there's nothing on them to tell me what
apartment she's in. Nice and safe and sensible - and no help at all in
the current situation. After telling her what I'm doing, it's back
into her purse for her billfold so I can check it; her driver's
license tells me what apartment. I make sure she can see me putting
everything back, then I wrap the strap to her purse around the back of
my belt a couple of times to keep my hands free. I tell her I'm going
to have to get her out of the cab, and ask her to understand that I'm
not trying to get fresh. Again, her eyes tell me it's okay, so I reach
in and finally manage to get her out and more-or-less vertical.

I put one of her arms around my shoulders so I can hold one hand while
my arm is around her waist. She's only a couple of inches shorter than
me, and packaged pretty nice, so it's a little bit of a struggle
getting her inside and into the elevator. I can prop both of us
against the wall on the way up, and it isn't a very long haul from the
elevator to her apartment.

I'm trying to hold Edith up AND get her apartment unlocked - and not
doing a very good job at either - when the door across from Edith's
opens up and a woman comes out. She asks me what's going on, and I
tell her who I am, and what happened. She immediately gets worried,
and tells me "I'm Edith's best friend. Here, let me help."

She takes the keys away from me, and it isn't three seconds before the
door is open. She leads the way back to the bedroom, and we manage to
get Edith laid down on the bed. The woman looks at me and says "I
remember who you are. Edith told me how you're the cabbie she calls
whenever she has to work late. Do you have to be anyplace?"

I tell her I'm done for the night, and she says "Good. Go on and wait
in the living room, would you? I'm going to get her undressed and make
sure she's okay. Go ahead and make yourself something to drink, if you
want. I'll be right there."

I tell her sure, and clear out - Edith is a looker, but I don't think
she wants me looking at her TOO much, you know?

Back out in the living room, I get the chance to notice that it's a
REAL nice place before I find the liquor cabinet. She's got my brand
of rum, and mixers in a mini-fridge, so I make myself a rum and Coke.
I'm quarter of the way through my drink and looking out the glass
patio doors at the city when the friend comes in a while later.

She gives me a look and says "Thanks for bringing her home the way you
did. I'll be right back." before she goes back to her place. She's
back in a minute with a stethoscope and a couple of other things; she
tells me "I'm a nurse, and I'm going to check her out. Please, stay,
and make yourself another drink if you want."

Since the only one I've got at home is my cat Demosthenes, I'm not in
any pressing hurry to leave. I've got time to finish my drink, and
make another one before the woman comes out again. The stethoscope is
hanging around her neck, and she's wrapping up some doctor-looking
stuff when she tells me "She was definitely drugged. She's starting to
come out of it, and she asked me to ask you to stay, if you will.
Judging from what she was able to tell me when it started, and how she
felt then and now, I'd say she's probably going to be pretty close to
back to normal in an hour, or so. I'm Denise, by the way."

"Nice to meet you - except for the circumstances. I'm Jim.", I tell her.

She gives me a half smile and says "I think the circumstances are
perfect. Edith has told me that you're the one cab driver she trusts
when she has to work late, and you've shown she was right to. Let me
put this stuff away, and I'll be right back."

She's gone just a couple of minutes, and when she gets back, she heads
straight in to check on Edith. When she comes back out a bit later,
she says "She's definitely coming out of it. She'll be out in a couple
of minutes, so if you'd like to have a seat?"

I find myself a chair, and Denise takes a spot at one end of the
couch. We make a little chit-chat, and a bit later Edith comes in. She
isn't real steady, but she's moving under her own power, which is
definitely a step up from when I saw her last. She's wearing this huge
terry cloth bathrobe that looks like it sells for more than I make in
tips in a week. Definitely not something you'd find in a suburban mall
department store. Edith waves me and Denise both off when we start to
get up to help her; her voice is pretty soft when she tells us she's
okay. She really doesn't look all that okay, but she's definitely way
ahead of where she was when we got her into the apartment; so I figure
she'll BE okay, and that's what matters.

Edith gets herself parked at the other end of the couch from Denise
and takes a deep breath before she tells me "Thanks for watching out
for me, and getting me home safe, Jim. I don't know what that asshole
put in my drink, but whatever it was, it was NOT fun. I could see and
hear and feel and everything else; but no matter how hard I tried, I
just couldn't seem to say or do anything. It was like the wires from
my brain to the rest of me were cut, or something. I was hoping and
praying that you would realize something was wrong, and you did."

"Uh, not to embarrass you or anything, but when I saw some of the
stuff he was doing to you... well, you've always seemed like a pretty
classy lady, and I just couldn't figure you putting up with anything
like that. Some people, they talk to me like I'm something they're
going to have to clean off their shoe; but you treat me like what I
am: somebody doing an honest job the best I can. Once I realized you
weren't... right, I wasn't going to let anything else happen to you."

She didn't even blush about me seeing him doing all that stuff to her;
she just tells me "No, I'm not embarrassed that you saw what he was up
to. I expect you've seen worse, driving cabs as long as you have. What
I am is so pissed at him that I don't have the words for it - but you
can be damn sure I will by the time I get to work Thursday! Jim, if
somebody from my company calls you, would you be willing to tell them
what happened? What you saw, what he said, and all that?"

"Of course I would."

She gives me a satisfied smile and says "I thought you would, but
figured I'd better ask first. I don't want you to get into trouble
with the company."

"Nah, I wouldn't be in any trouble with them. I lease the hack from
them, so whatever happens in it is MY business, not theirs - it's in
our contract. It wouldn't matter to me, anyway. Guys like that, they
give the rest of us a bad rap."

Denise tells me "Jim, I don't think anybody that gets to know you is
EVER going to make the mistake of thinking you could be anything like
that asshole. Edith has told me that the reason she asks for you is
because you ARE somebody doing an honest job the best you can - and
doing it damn well. The few times you haven't brought her here the
most direct way, you've told her why - and offered to drop the flag
when it got to the usual charges. I don't doubt for a minute that
you're quite the gentleman."

Edith speaks up then to tell me "Jim, you did a LOT to help me
tonight. Not just getting rid of that... person, but getting me up
here. I remember how you were careful to let me know what you were
doing, and why, when you got my keys and looked at my ID to see what
apartment I live in. And I know that when you put your hand on my ass
to get me out of the cab and next to you, it was the only reasonable
way you had of moving me. I know I'm not some wispy little fashion
model, either, and I know it wasn't easy for you to hold me upright
and get me up here - but you did it. So the FIRST thing I want to do
is make sure you don't get stiffed on the fare."

She grabs her purse from the table I set it on, and I tried to tell
her not to worry about it. She just gives me this Look, and says "Jim,
regardless of the other things that happened, you DID drive me home in
your cab. I owe you the fare for that. Now shut up and accept it."

It wasn't a huge fare, or anything, and actually getting paid for it
would help keep my budget happy, so I took the money she offered -
only to find out that she'd given me ten times the usual. Not just
tip, but the entire fare AND tip; it was a nice chunk of change. I
tried to give the extra back, but she wasn't having any; neither was
Denise, who told me "Take it, Jim. What you did tonight, not just
getting her back here, but keeping that animal away from her, you
deserve that, and more. She's my best friend - we've known each other
since both of us were in second grade, and I'm going to give you a
reward, too. Not just money, but something as personal as what you did
for me by protecting my friend."

I look at her, wondering what she's talking about, when she shows me.

She stands up and tells me "Edith and I talked about it while I was
checking her just now, and we decided that BOTH of us want to show you
just how much we appreciate what you did. She still needs some time to
get herself together, so I'm going first; but she'll be showing you
her gratitude, too."

With that, she grabs the bottom of the baggy sweatshirt she's wearing
and pulls it up and over her head before she drops it at the end of
the couch - showing me that she isn't wearing anything under it. Like
I said, Edith is a looker - but Denise isn't too far behind her in the
looks department. Short blond hair, kind of curly. Beautiful green
eyes, pretty face with a wide mouth. She kinda looks like an older and
slightly bigger Meg Ryan in "Top Gun". The tits she's showing me
aren't real big - like the size of a softball, maybe - but real nice:
they sag just enough to tell me that they're all hers, they're kind of
pear-shaped, and she's got these dark pink, puffy nipples I'd LOVE to
get my mouth on. She reaches for the waist of the sweatpants she's
wearing, and the next thing I know, they're laying on top of the
sweatshirt. She just stands there, letting me look at her. Hell, she's
inviting me to look, and I do. I can see that she does a lot of
walking around as a nurse: her legs are trim and strong. They're a
little thick, but they look right for her.

It's pretty obvious she's healthy, too: there doesn't look to be an
extra five pounds ANYWHERE on her - her belly is smooth, with that
little paunch women have from having all their works on the inside.
She's got a nice waist that just kind of flows into her hips. Between
her legs, her bush is just a couple shades darker than what's on her
head, and it's pretty obvious that she keeps it trimmed into a strip
that's only as wide as the mound of her pussy, and goes up only about
a third of the way to her belly button.

When I look up at her face again, she must be able to see that I like
what she's showing me: she gets this Mona Lisa kind of smile on her
face and comes over to where I'm sitting in the chair. She leans over
and puts her hands on the arm of the chair to support herself as she
leans in for a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft, and I gotta admit it
was REAL nice kissing her. I was trying to be polite and everything by
not just grabbing her tits like I wanted to; she lets me know it's
okay by taking one of my hands in hers and putting it on her boob.
That's all it takes for me, and I get the other hand filled up on my
own. She isn't some teenybopper, so her tits are softer - but they're
still DAMN nice: warm and smooth, and still firm enough that squeezing
them doesn't feel like I'm grabbing a plastic bag full of water; they
feel like they're full of Jello, instead. As I start playing with her
tits, I can feel the ends of her breasts puckering up as her nipples
start getting longer.

The way we're kissing, I'm definitely getting the idea that she wants
to be more than just friends, so I finally turn loose of her boobs and
start trying to find out what else she'll let me play with.

The way it turns out, there isn't anything on her that's off limits.
She's got a really nice ass; it's hard as a rock from all the standing
and walking she does, but it's covered with a thin layer of sponge
rubber that's warm and soft to my touch. Her bush is thick and soft,
and when I ease my hands between her legs, she takes a little step to
one side to make it easier for me to find out that she's got these
small, thick pussy lips, and that she's already wet inside. I trace my
way back up and find her clit. It's bigger than most, and when I touch
it, she moans into my mouth - where her tongue is.

I play with her clit a little bit, kind of twirling my finger around
it until I can smell how wet she must be getting. I slide my finger
back down, and discover that it's like a lake or something inside her,
she's so wet. Still, I'm real patient and I go nice and slow when I
start slipping a finger into her - and surprised as hell when I
realize how small she is on the inside. She isn't a virgin, but she
sure as hell isn't getting laid regular, either. I don't think there's
any such thing as 'bad' pussy; but if this goes where I'm thinking
it's going, then she is going to be really nice!

By this time, I feel like I've got a steel bar in my pants, and things
are getting crowded and pretty uncomfortable. She pulls her head back
to get my tongue out of her mouth, and I can see that she's as worked
up as I am. She kneels down and gets my shoes and socks off before she
reaches for my belt. When that's undone, she takes her time getting my
pants unfastened and unzipped - she seems to be having fun running her
fingers along my dick through my pants and shorts. Still, she finally
grabs the waistband of my pants and starts pulling them down while I
lift up a little to make it easier. Next to go are my shorts, which
leaves my dick waving in the air. But not for long, since she wraps
her hand around the bottom of it and her lips around the top. She bobs
her head up and down a few times while she's using her tongue to rub
along the bottom of it; it's like she's just making sure I'm hard all
the way. If she'd asked, I'd have told her - but I'm glad she didn't!

Once she gets me slicked up with her saliva, she pulls her head off me
and stands up - just long enough to climb into the chair straddling
me, take hold of my dick, and sit down on it. She's just as small
inside as I figured, but she's also just as wet; I can feel my dick
stretching her as she gets her two-sizes-too-small pussy wrapped
around me in a single long, slow push that ends only when her ass is
resting against the tops of my thighs. That gives me the chance to
start sucking on those puffy nipples of hers - which she seems to
appreciate, because she releases this deep groan and puts her hands in
my hair to hold me there (like I was going anywhere!).

By the time I get both of her nipples as long and hard as I can get
them, she's started moving on me. Just a little at first, like she's
getting used to having me in her. But once she gets going, it isn't
long before she's bouncing up and down my pole as far and fast as she
can manage.

It feels good, having her moving on me like that - too good, even. I
put my hands on her hips and try to slow her down so I can enjoy it
longer, but she tells me "Don't worry about cumming. We've got all
night, and I just want to take the edge off for you!"

All night? With her and, if I heard right, Edith? Count me in!

In just a couple of minutes, she's so wet that every time she settles
back down on my cock, it makes a squishing noise that just adds to the
sight and smell of her to make me even harder and get me even closer
to blowing my load in her.

When I'm almost ready to cum, I tell her, and she just says "Yes! Do it!"

A couple more bounces, and that's it - I grab her hips and hold her
steady as I push my cock as far inside her as I can before I feel the
first wad of my cum try to coat her tonsils. She must feel it, too,
because all of a sudden, she gets even tighter around me as she
literally screams with the start of an orgasm.

I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock like one of those finger
trap toys - except that HER trap isn't wrapped around my finger, and
it's a whole lot hotter and wetter.

I finish pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her, but she isn't
done with her orgasm yet: under my hands, I can feel her body still
going through occasional spasms as her vagina continues squeezing me.
Normally, something like that would work to help keep me hard; but
she's so tight inside that she's actually forcing the blood OUT of my
dick, making me soften and shrink even faster. If she hadn't told me
we had all night, I'd have felt pretty disappointed. On the other
hand, I got that much more time to suck on her boobs (and make her
climax last longer), so it worked out okay.

When a minute or so went by that she didn't have some kind of orgasmic
aftershock, she opened her eyes and absently said "DAMN, that was
good!" Then she seemed to suddenly realize that I was there, and she
kind of blushed a little before she told me "Thank you. That was
really nice!"

I gave her a grin and answered "I thought so, too", making her smile at me.

A few seconds later, she got off of me, and I realized just HOW tight
she was when she didn't have to do anything to keep my cum from
running out of her. Even if she was clamping down on purpose, it still
impressed the hell out of me.

She took a step back from the chair I was on and gestured that I
should stand up. I did, and she reached out to unbutton, and then
remove, my shirt before setting it over where she'd put my pants. That
left me as naked as she was, though not as nice looking.

Denise turned to Edith and asked "Why don't you show him what you've
got for him, when you feel up to it?"

Edith gives me a smile of her own as she stands up. When she's ready,
she unties the belt to the robe and gives her shoulders a little shrug
to make it fall to the floor.

I said that Edith was a looker, right? Well, she's got rich, black
hair that only goes down to her shoulders, and it's in some simple
style that just looks right - it accents the slightly oval shape of
her face, with it's clear complexion; dark brown eyes; fine, straight
nose; and slightly full lips. What I get to see for the first time is
what the rest of her looks like.

IF Edith's tits are bigger than Denise's, it isn't by much - but on
her more slender frame, they LOOK bigger. They're more rounded, too,
and she's got small, dark nipples that are already sticking out a full
quarter of an inch - and I can see them starting to get longer, even
as I watch. Edith is just as fit and trim as Denise, and the curve of
her waist and hips is a little softer. Her legs look incredibly long
and slender, shaped by a series of gentle curves that softly flow
upward from her ankles. Between her smooth, visibly firm thighs is a
narrow wedge of luxurious dark, short hair that makes it easy to see
the shape of her mound - and the hood of her clitoris peeking out
above the slight gap where the very edges of her pussy lips are
visible. She has a tawny complexion that makes me think of brown
sugar, and there isn't a damn thing to mar her flawless, velvety skin.

She gives me this absolutely radiant smile and says "How about if we
find someplace where all three of us can be comfortable?" before she
turns and starts walking back toward her bedroom. Her ass is a pair of
small, obviously tight globes that don't jiggle in the slightest; the
only change in them is from her ass muscles clenching and unclenching
as she walks. She's amazingly graceful as she moves; fashion models
could take lessons from her, it's so nice to watch. Next to me, Denise
says "She's incredible to watch, isn't she? It's like watching a cat
move..."

A moment later, Denise takes my hand and leads the way back to Edith's
bedroom - giving me the chance to enjoy watching HER ass, too.

Once we're in the bedroom, I see that Edith has already pulled the bed
covers down. All three of us find a spot to sit - me and Edith at the
head of the bed, resting against the headboard, and Denise sitting
more in the middle of the bed, facing us.

Edith starts things off by telling me "You're probably wondering just
what's going on here - why two women would be so willing to not just
get naked with you, but take you to bed, too."

"Well, yeah... I mean, it's not like I think I look like Brad Pitt or
Tom Cruise or anything."

Both of them smile before Edith answers "No, you don't look like
either of them - but you're handsome enough in your own way. What
settled the matter for us was the fact that you were so willing to
help me when I needed it, and you haven't been beating your chest
about doing it, or hitting me up for any kind of reward. You see, even
though both of us are bisexual, we actually prefer women for the
simple reason that most men are just too damn forceful for us. Nearly
all the guys we meet, they just want to fuck us. Not have sex WITH us,
or actually do anything like making love; just fucking us, them doing
something TO us. Neither one of us likes that, so we generally don't
get involved with guys much. But you seemed different. Not only did
you help me when I needed it, but I could see that you were making a
point about letting me know what you were doing to help me, and why.
Then after you got me up here, you haven't stared, you haven't tried
to hit me up for anything, not even for any kind of financial reward -
even after you saw that I'm not poor by any stretch of the
imagination. Because of what happened to me, Denise was the one to
find out if you were as... I'll say 'considerate'... as you seemed.
When she came over to you, you didn't just grab her breasts like so
many guys would have; and even when she put your hand on one to let
you know it was okay to touch her, you were still patient and gentle
with her - I mean, I could see it even from where I was sitting. You
gave her plenty of time and chances to stop you before you did
anything new or different with her. You let HER set the pace, and you
were careful not to do anything that would hurt her or make her
uncomfortable. And I could see that you were trying to make HER feel
good, too, even when she was trying to get you off. Believe me, it
worked, too: it's been a LONG time since I've seen her cum like that
with anyone but me or another woman. Before I came out here, we
decided that if you were the kind of guy we both thought you were,
both of us wanted to show you how grateful we are for what you did, in
a way that would be as special as you are. I'm sure that the money you
get from us will make a good reward - but we thought you deserve
something more, too; something PERSONAL."

Denise spoke up then, telling me "Just so you know, both of us are on
birth control; even though we're not likely to get pregnant from being
with another woman, it helps keep our periods regular, so it's a
matter of convenience for us. From the things you've said to her,
neither one of us thinks that you're likely to have anything...
contagious. If you do, this would be a good time to let us know; I'm a
nurse, and I'll be more than happy to take care of things for you,
unofficially, so there aren't any records of it."

I didn't accept any of the freebies that the hookers I knew offered
me, and the occasional girlfriends I had were appreciative that I was
willing to pay for BOTH of us to get checked out at the clinic so we
could each see that the other was 'safe'. So I just smiled at her and
shook my head before saying "That's not a problem. I'm kind of
paranoid about catching something that'll make it shrivel up and fall
off; it's kind of grown on me, and I like getting the chance to use it
every now and then." - making both of them laugh softly, and smile
back at me.

Edith told me "After what happened tonight, I think that both of us
can trust you not to talk to anyone about what happens here, or
anything you happen to learn about either one of us. We're trusting
that what happens between all of us tonight will stay here, in this
room, when we're done."

The look I gave them to let them know Denise hadn't had to say what
she did on MY account seemed to reassure, rather than offend, them.

The next thing anybody said was Edith telling me "You've already
gotten to get familiar with Denise's body, so while I'm cleaning your
cum out of her, you're more than welcome to get familiar with mine",
with a smile that let me know that she found the idea as appealing as
I did.

I'd never seen one woman eating another's pussy before - not in real
life, I mean. Sure, I'd seen it on the occasional porno movie I
watched, but actually being there and getting to watch as Edith moved
toward Denise was something new for me. The first thing Edith did was
kiss Denise - and I could tell that it wasn't just a "Hi, friend" kind
of kiss, either. It wasn't a minute before both of them had their
mouths open, and were trying to check each others tonsils out as much
as Denise and I had. I watched as both sets of breasts got visibly
tighter, and two pairs of nipples began to stand at attention. Edith
was the first one of them to bring a hand up and cup the others
breast; but Denise wasn't far behind. I could easily tell that
although their kisses were deep and increasingly passionate, they were
also gentle and loving. I'm normally not a real aggressive kind of
guy, anyway, but seeing them made me tell myself to make sure and take
it easy with them.

I got to watch as the two of them slowly moved to lie on their sides
as they continued kissing. Edith finally pulled her lips away from
Denise's, and began kissing her friend's face: eyelids, cheeks, tip of
her nose, pretty much everyplace. As she was doing that, she was
tracing this elaborate design down Denise's body, as if it was the
first time she'd ever been able to do that. When Edith's hand
eventually got below Denise's belly button, Denise moaned and lifted
her 'top' leg and bent it to put her foot on the bed - leaving her
legs wide open for Edith. When Edith's hand got there, I watched as
all she did was lay her finger between Denise's pussy lips for a few
moments, and then slowly curl it so that the tip slipped between them
and moved toward the top of Denise's pussy, where I could see her clit
peeking out.

The touch of Edith's fingertip on her clit made Denise moan again
before Edith started rubbing it in little circles - which made Denise
arch her hips in response. In just a minute, I could see that Denise's
lips had gotten dark, and thicker, and she was visibly wet between
them. Every so often, Edith slides her finger back between Denise's
lips to get it wet again before she goes back to diddling Denise's
clit again. After a couple of minutes, I can easily smell Denise's
pussy, and I'm starting to look forward to the chance to eat her,
myself.

I notice that Edith is starting to kiss Denise on the throat and
shoulders, and a bit later, it's the tops of her tits. Real slow like,
Edith is working her way toward Denise's nipples, which are all
puckered and standing tall. When Edith finally puts her mouth over one
of Denise's nipples, Denise groans and puts her hands in Edith's hair,
just like she did to me. I'm starting to want to go over and help out,
but I figure I'll get another chance later; it's just too damn sexy
watching as Edith sucks on first one, then the other, of Denise's
nipples until she has both of them shining with her saliva, and traces
of her lipstick.

Denise is gasping and panting by this time, and Edith softly bites one
of Denise's nipples before starting to kiss her friends tits again. It
doesn't take long to see that she's easing her way down Denise's body
again, real slow like. And she isn't just heading straight for the
promised land, either - she's planting these little kisses, and kind
of biting with her lips, all over Denise's belly. I can't see any kind
of pattern to it, but it doesn't look like she's missing anyplace,
either; and as Edith's lips get closer and closer to Denise's bush,
Denise is getting hotter and hotter: she's getting this flush on her
face and shoulders, and it's even starting to spread down onto her
chest. Edith's head is finally in position between Denise's legs, but
all she does is start kissing her friend's thighs real soft, and
slowly sliding her tongue along Denise's skin, up toward where
Denise's lips are wide open and damn near dripping with her juices.

By the time Edith's tongue finally comes out and starts probing
against the entrance to Denise's pussy, Edith has shifted her position
so that she's kneeling on the bed and leaning forward, which leaves
damn near all of her body exposed to me. But remembering how slow and
gentle they are with each other, I don't just move in and grab Edith's
tits - even though I want to. Instead, I put my hands on her upper
arms, real gentle, and then softly and slowly move them to her
shoulders. From there, I move them down her back until I can bring
them around to her hips, then it's up her sides. When I get close
enough, I reach around a little farther so I can just BARELY touch the
surface of her tits as I run my hands around them before sliding them
down her belly - and then on down the fronts of her thighs.

When I get to her knees, I trace my way around to the backs of her
legs, and up, letting my fingertips softly caress the insides of her
thighs. When I get to the tops of her legs, I don't go right to her
bush; instead, I kind of pivot my hands so that I can gently massage
her beautiful ass, and softly caress it.

I know it might sound weird, but I've never really touched a woman
this way before. Sure, I've touched them - played with their tits and
asses, and had my hands all over them and everything; but until then,
I'd never just touched them. So as I'm running my hands around on
Edith's body, I'm finally starting to really appreciate how warm and
soft and smooth her skin is, and how it feels just a little bit
different on different parts of her body. And once I really start to
get into it, I'm even noticing how the different muscles are laid out,
and how they have different densities, and everything. I mean, I've
got my hands on this absolute BABE, and I'm tripping on the way her
body FEELS.

So when I spread my hands out and ease them up her back and sides
again, I'm taking my time and enjoying the hell out of what I'm doing
- and when I finally get even with her tits, and I slide my hands
around and finally just hold them, I really enjoy it. They're big
enough that I can't hold all of them in my hands, and I can feel how
warm and heavy they feel; I give them a gentle squeeze, and it's like
I've got a couple of really big, fresh marshmallows in my hands -
they're soft and firm at the same time, and her skin is warm and
smooth. I'm thinking that if I was a girl, I'd want to be a lesbian,
just so I could play with tits like that ALL the time. Then I got my
fingers on her nipples, and even THOSE were a trip - they have a
different 'texture' than the rest of her skin, and I think I can feel
that they're warmer than the rest of her boobs. Both of them feel like
little erasers, hard and springy at the same time.

I keep my hands on her tits for a while, just enjoying the hell out of
having them in my hands before I finally slide my hands down her belly
again. When I get to her hips, each hand goes down the front of one of
her thighs, then it's back up along the insides until I can feel her
soft bush on the sides of my hands. I move one hand back to her belly
so I can start using a fingertip to play with her belly button, while
the other hands starts checking out her bush. It's amazingly soft and
thick, and the hair is short enough that it's almost like it was
painted on her. Except I can feel that it isn't; my fingertips follow
the 'grain' of her bush to the slight part where I know her cleft is.
I make sure that I'm real gentle when I begin to check out her labia
and the area between them. The first thing I discover is that her lips
are real thin and small; right after that, I find out that she's
already wet, and the entrance to her pussy feels really hot and tight.
She's kind of pressing herself against me, so I know I'm doing okay,
and not rushing or hurting her; as I slip my finger along between her
lips toward her clit, I can feel the end of it getting pretty well
soaked by her oils - which I'm starting to smell. Edith has a
different aroma than Denise, and I don't have any trouble telling the
two of them apart as I find her clit and gently press the very tip of
my finger against it. Edith makes this noise and suddenly holds still,
surprising me. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize that she
liked what I did, and that the noise was a HAPPY one.

The problem was that when Edith held still, she wasn't doing anything
for Denise - who makes a noise of complaint or frustration, I'm not
sure which. So I get my finger off Edith's clit, so she can go back to
taking care of Denise - who promptly moans in pleasure at what Edith
is doing to her.

I run my hands over Edith's body for a bit longer, but the noises
Denise is making let me know she's enjoying the hell out of what
Edith's doing to her, and I decide to move to where I can watch - and
maybe learn something.

I get myself situated to where I can see what Edith is doing, and I
find out that I've got a real good view of Denise's pussy - I can see
from her butt-hole to her clit, and everything in between. Like my
fingers told me, her pussy lips are kind of small and thick - but
they're straight and soft,too; not like the dried up wrinkled ones you
see on girls that have been banging any guy any time any where since
they hit puberty.

With the different view of her than I had before, I can see that her
bush just kind of fades out real fast after it gets past the bottom of
her mound. I don't know if she trims it or if it just grows like that,
but it looks real nice and clean. I watch as Edith puts her mouth over
Denise's opening and kind of sucks on her a little bit, which makes
Denise start arching her hips and moaning real loud. I look a little
closer, and it looks like Edith is sticking her tongue into Denise's
vagina at the same time she's sucking on it. I tuck THAT idea away for
future use as I see Edith pull back a little bit. She turns her head
to me and says "Every time I do that, I'll get a little more of your
cum out of her. I'll get the rest when she climaxes - the way her
muscles inside tighten will push it out" before she turns back and
starts fluttering her tongue across Denise's exposed clit.

When Edith's tongue goes to work on her clit, Denise lets out this
real deep groan and tries to push her clit against Edith's tongue. But
Edith just pulls it back a little to keep the same amount of pressure
on it. After bit, I can see that both of them are pretty much focused
on each other. I don't want to get in the way, but I'd kind of like to
join in, too. So what I do is just kind of start working around the
edges, so to speak. I reach up with one hand and start playing with
one of Denise's tits; I give the inside of the thigh next to my head a
series of soft little kisses, starting around her knee and moving
toward where Edith's tongue is busy. I use one hand to start caressing
Edith's body again - from her knees to her tits and back again, front
and back. I tracing little patterns up and down Denise's legs. It
doesn't take long before Denise is panting real hard between all of
the happy/excited noises she's making, and that's when I get an idea
to try something that an ex-girlfriend did to me one time that sure
got MY motor running.

I kind of ease my way down the leg that she has on the bed, leaving a
little trail of kisses along the way. Except that I don't stop when I
get to her ankle; instead, I kiss my way along the instep of her foot
- which makes her moan REAL loud - until I get to her toes. Then after
I lick all of her toes, I wrap my lips around her big toe and start
sucking on it. It takes all of ten seconds of that before I hear her
start making this real high-pitched keening noise. I look up toward
her head, and I can see that she's got her head thrown back and the
tendons in her neck are standing out like steel cables while Edith is
licking and slurping away between her legs.

I watch as Denise takes this huge, deep, shuddering breath before her
body arches forward and she releases this groan that sounds like it
started from the toe I have in my mouth. When that ends, I hear her
gasp out "Oh, god, don't do that!" before her body tightens up again.
Edith pulls her head back, looking kind of confused, and that's when I
realize that Denise was talking to me. I kind of spit her toe out, and
give the instep of her foot a kiss before I turn loose of it.

Up between Denise's thighs, Edith turns to look toward me, and that's
when she realizes that it was something I did that made her friend
orgasm so hard, and that Denise wasn't telling HER to stop. She gives
me a quick smile, then gets her face into Denise's crotch again.

To tell the truth, I'm feeling pretty good about making Denise climax
that hard; but I'm feeling a little embarrassed, too, for making Edith
think she did something wrong. So I leave Denise alone while she gasps
and moans and groans her way through the rest of her orgasm. Getting
to play with Edith's body while that happens makes for a nice
alternative, though.

By the time Denise is just laying there panting, I'm back next to
Edith. So when she lifts her head up and looks at me, I give her a big
smile before I reach out and gently cup her face in my hands. She
looks at me in curiosity until I lean forward a bit and start cleaning
Denise's juices off her face with real small, gentle licks with the
tip of my tongue. She gets this big smile on her face, and when I'm
done, I move in to kiss her. She doesn't look happy, and I tell her
"Look, don't worry about it. I've tasted my own cum before. I saw you
swallowing it, so there can't be enough in your mouth to bother me.
Okay?"

With that, she held still and let me kiss her - and even opened her
mouth to me when I touched my tongue to her lips. After we'd kissed
for a bit, I eased back again and saw that she was looking pleased.

Both of us turned to look at Denise, and saw that her eyes were open
and she was looking at us. We carefully got her up to the head of the
bed and propped up against the headboard before we moved to sit on
either side and help support her. That was when Edith told me "I don't
know what you were doing, but that was the hardest I've EVER seen her
orgasm."

In a soft voice we hear Denise say "That's because that's the hardest
I have. He was kissing my leg and it felt pretty darn good. Then he
started kissing the bottom of my foot, and that was really sexy. But
then the son of a bitch started sucking on my damn TOE, and that's
when the world ended." - the tone of her voice letting us (me) know
that she wasn't mad, just kind of stunned by what had happened.

Edith looks at me, and I just shrug my shoulders and say "An old
girlfriend did it to me one time, and it sure as hell worked on me, so
I figured it was worth a try. I guess it worked on Denise, too."

Edith couldn't help smiling when Denise informs me "Yes, it worked -
too damn well, thank you very much. Don't do that again without
warning a person first, will you? Christ, it felt like every cell in
my body was having its own orgasm! I'm lucky I didn't hurt something,
I came so hard."

I was real apologetic when I told her "I'm sorry. I really wasn't
trying to do anything but make you have a nice climax."

Denise turned her head to look at me, and I could hear the sincerity
in her voice when she told me "No, dear Jim, you don't have to
apologize. I'm really, truly not upset with you at ALL. You did help
me have a very nice climax - better than any I've ever had before. I
was just surprised by it, is all, and I'm just letting off some of the
steam from it. Honestly, you didn't do anything bad or wrong - quite
the opposite, in fact! It just surprised me that I could orgasm that
hard, okay?" before she leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips. When
it was over, she told me "Really, Jim, you did just fine. And you were
a perfect dear to help us without interfering."

Edith looked at me, too, after that, and said "I want to thank you,
too. I absolutely loved the way you were touching me; and then you
were so thoughtful about not getting in the way of what Denise and I
had going. Even more than before, now I'm glad we decided to share our
bed with you."

Jeez, here I thought I screwed up, and now I've got a couple of
knockouts like these telling me I did good? And that they're glad they
took me to bed? Hell, if I wasn't careful, I might start thinking I
knew something about how to make women happy - if I didn't have so
many ex-girlfriends to tell me otherwise.

Both of them were looking at me closely, and I couldn't think of
anything else but to say "Well, if I didn't screw things up, then I
guess it all worked out okay, didn't it?"

Edith leaned past Denise to give me a kiss and say "BETTER than okay"
before she turned to Denise and asked "After THAT, would you like
something to drink? Or eat?"

Denise answered "I need something to drink desperately - and lots of
it, whatever it is. Food would be good, too. As for eating, I'll take
care of YOU two later!"

That made Edith and me both laugh before she moved to get out of bed.
When she was standing, she told us "I'll be back in just a bit" before
turning and leaving the bedroom. Denise and I both took great pleasure
in watching her walk away from us.

When Edith was out of sight, I told Denise "If it's okay, I'd like to
hold you, if I can."

She gave me a big smile and said "I'd like that", and then let me help
get her turned slightly so that she was leaning back against me so I
could put my arms around her. As we sat there, she told me "Jim, you
keep surprising me in some very nice ways. I know I told you that
she's said what kind of guy you are, but I used to have a tough time
really believing it. Even when I finally accepted that she might be
right, I still had some doubts. But when you protected her, and
brought her home the way you did, those doubts were gone. Then when I
got on your lap out there in the living room, I figured you'd just get
off and not think about me, too - but you DID think about me. And now,
in here, you were as considerate of Edith and me as either one of us
could have asked for, and more. She was giving me an orgasm, but what
you did made it incredible. But even after we told you what kind of
guy we think you are, and even thanked you, you aren't acting like you
think you'd some kind of big-league Stud, or God's gift to women.
Instead, you're being a gentle, thoughtful, caring person by holding
me like this. If feels REAL nice to be held by a guy that's content to
just HOLD me, and isn't trying to grab my tits or get me going so he
can fuck me again. I genuinely hope this isn't the only time you and I
and Edith can be together; you're FAR too much of a gentleman to let
that happen."

I gave her a little hug and answered "I'm just a cab driver, but even
I can see that you and Edith, you're a couple of real LADIES. I'm just
grateful that two classy women like you would be willing to share
yourselves with me."

She turned her head to look at me before she said "Jim, having class,
or being a lady or a gentleman, isn't a matter of how much money you
have or what your job is or your social status. Yes, those things help
make it easier to show what kind of person you are - but they aren't
the reason. It's a question of respecting yourself, and respecting
other people, and how you treat them. I'm a nurse, and I can't tell
you how many doctors and surgeons I've seen that act like they're
Doctor So-and-so, M.D., and G.O.D. Maybe you're 'just' a cab driver,
but you're more of a gentleman than most of the other men that I know
are. And maybe you wear slacks and a sports shirt instead of an Armani
suit, but you've got more class than they do, too. You don't have an
over-inflated opinion of yourself - but don't sell yourself short,
either. By everything I hear from Edith, you've got a legitimate job,
and you invariably do it well and honestly. That's a lot more than
MOST people can say for themselves."

Having said her piece, she turned her head back and just let me hold
her as the two of us sat there in silence until Edith got back.

She came in carrying a tray that looked to have enough food and drinks
on it to last the three of us well into the next day; when she saw how
Denise and I were positioned, she just smiled that she was glad to see
us that way before setting the tray on the night table. Denise and I
started to move, and Edith just told us "Oh, go on and stay there.
Both of you look like you're about as contented as you could be. I can
hand you anything you need or want."

I expressed my thanks just ahead of Denise; Edith just made a gesture
of dismissal and handed each of us a bottle of club soda, then a small
sandwich. Unsurprisingly, Denise's bottle was empty first (I did
mention she gets real wet when she's excited, didn't I?), and it was
quickly replaced with another. As we refreshed ourselves, Edith told
me what she did at her job. One of the first few times I'd had her as
a fare, she'd told me that she was a market analyst for some financial
outfit that I saw on TV, but I really didn't have much of an idea of
what that was. I knew it was pretty complicated, even though she
explained it to me in a way that I could understand. I figured she
earned every penny of the money they paid her, and then some.

Then it was my turn - after both of them expressed an interest - to
tell them what it was like driving a cab. And they weren't content
with the "pick them up here and drop them off there" explanation,
either. I had to tell them what it was like when I first started, and
how I'd come to lease my own hack. It turned out that Denise had been
an Emergency Room nurse at the hospital where I took a pimp that had
been knifed multiple times when I was still a rookie; she had been
impressed that whoever had driven him to the hospital had known enough
first aid to manage to slow the bleeding enough to give him the chance
he needed to survive, and told me that he'd made it through surgery
and had lived. I didn't tell her that I knew he was in still in prison
for killing the guy that had knifed him, though.

When we were all finished with our drinks, and Denise had gone through
a couple of sandwiches, the three of us just sat there for a little
bit, chatting about stuff until I see that Edith is starting to get
this look in her eyes.

Denise sees it, too, and laughs before she says "Watch it, Jim. I
think she's recovered, now - I can see she's starting to feel frisky,
again!"

Edith says to her "You don't mind?" and Denise answers "Go ahead. I
think I need to rest a little more. If he did anything like last time,
you'd probably have to call a Code Blue on me!", teasing me.

Denise eases herself out of my arms and tells us "You two go ahead. I
like watching, too, and if I feel like it, I'll join in" before she
gives me a kiss to let me know she doesn't mind sitting on the
sidelines for a bit.

The look in Edith's eyes lets me know that I'm in for a real
interesting time with her - and she proves it by moving in to give me
a kiss that would have had my socks rolling up and down, if I'd had
any on. Even so, I make a point of not just reaching for her tits or
ass right off; I put my hands on her waist and caress her sides for a
little bit before bringing my hands around to her boobs. By the time
our kiss ends, her nipples are standing out and both of us are panting
softly as we look into each others eyes. A few moments later, she
turns a little bit so that she can lower her head and take my cock
into her mouth - the whole thing, I mean: she's got her nose buried in
my pubic hair as she starts using her lips to kind of massage me while
her tongue is doing all kinds of interesting things. She may like
girls more than guys, but she damn sure knows how to get me going.

As I get harder and longer, she lets more and more of my dick out of
her mouth, and starts softly sucking on me while her tongue starts
rubbing the head.

I'm not just sitting there enjoying the hell out of it, either. I've
got my hands on whatever parts of her I can reach - which isn't as
much as I'd like. It's a little frustrating, so when I start to smell
her again, I know JUST what I want to do. I manage to get turned a
little so I can lie down, which makes her happy; then I reach over and
start nudging her leg. She knows what I want, and scoots over so she's
straddling my head, which makes ME happy. While she starts bobbing her
head up and down on my pole, I take a little time to try and memorize
the view I have of her. The area between her legs is as beautiful as
the rest of her is. The pubic hair I already told you about: short,
thick, and soft. But with her pussy right there in front of me, I can
see that her vaginal lips are dark with her desire. They're as small
and thin as they felt, and I don't have any trouble seeing between
them well enough to tell that her small opening is all but drooling
her juices. Up at the top of her cleft, I can see that her clit is
starting to appear out from under the hood that covers it; it looks to
be about average in size, but from the way she froze when I just
barely touched it, I'm figuring it's pretty sensitive.

She seems to know what I'm doing, and doesn't say or do anything -
until I lift my head and run the tip of my tongue along her cleft, and
getting a good taste of her oils. When I do that, she moans around my
cock - which feels REAL good! - and kind of lowers herself for me to
do it again. I'm glad to: she's delicious. Her juices are fresh,
light, and musky/sweet at the same time. Remembering what she did to
Denise, I put my mouth over her opening, and start trying to suck all
of her oils out while I see how much of my tongue I can fit in her.
She moans around my dick again, and presses herself down onto my face,
letting me know she likes what I'm doing. That's good, because I like
what I'm doing, too, so I do it some more. And get pretty much the
same results.

When I can't get any more of her juices out of her, I shift over to
trying to get her more worked up: using my lips to kind of nibble at
her lips, licking them and her opening like "pussy" was a
Baskin-Robbins flavor, and trying different things with her clit -
which is easily as sensitive as I thought it was.

She isn't trying to get me off, so I don't have anything distracting
me from having a great time eating her. As she gets more and more
excited about what I'm doing, her woman's oil refinery finally kicks
into full production; every few seconds, enough of her oils have
leaked out of her that I don't have ANY trouble licking up enough of
them to keep my taste buds happy.

So I'm kind of disappointed when she pulls her mouth off my cock and
swings her leg back over my head; but my disappointment disappears
when she tells me "You do that real good - but I want you IN me now!"

She turns herself around and gets one leg on the other side of me
before she lowers her head for a kiss. I know she has to be able to
taste herself when we do, but that just seems to turn her on even
more. I put my hands on her sides, and start caressing them; then a
bit later, reach a little farther so I can include her incredible ass,
too. I can feel her tits kind of pillowed out against my chest, and it
feels like her nipples are trying to bore holes through my skin. When
the kiss ends, she scoots back a little and reaches between us to take
my cock in her hand. It's still got a coating of her saliva on it, but
she runs the head of it along her slit a couple of times to wet it,
anyway, before she gets me positioned against her opening.

I can feel how hot and wet she is before she starts this kind of
slow-motion rocking that has her pressing herself back against my
cock. Her opening feels pretty small, and it take a minute before I
feel myself pop through - and I find out that she's damn near as tight
inside as Denise. She keeps up with the rocking movement, and starts
sliding farther and farther onto me. Once she's got a couple inches of
me inside, she turns loose of my dick so she can raise her body up a
little. That gets her tits off my chest and up to where I can get my
hands on them - which I do, of course, by sliding them from her ass
and up her back.

A couple of minutes later, and I feel the end of my cock touching the
end of her vagina as the tight ring of her entrance reaches the base
of my manhood.

With me all the way inside her, she gets this look on her face; it's
like she just found out she could lose weight by eating chocolate. She
sat up - making it easier for me to get to those beautiful tits of
hers - and puts her hands on my chest. She held herself still for a
little bit, like she was getting used to having a hard cock in her
again - which, I suppose, she was.

After a few seconds, she starts rocking her hips again - only she's
not moving far, or fast. But as time goes on, she gets a little more
enthusiastic: she's moving farther and faster as she slides my
erection in and out of her tight sheath.

It isn't all that long before she's really moving on me; not just
rocking her hips, but starting to bounce herself up and down on me,
letting nearly half my dick slip out before she settles back down.
She's really hot inside, and getting wetter and wetter. As tight as
she is, it isn't long before every time she drops onto me again, I can
feel a little trickle of her oils being pushed out of her to soak my
pubic hair, and then hers.

I know she's in good shape, but she surprises me by sliding herself
off and on my dick longer than I thought she could. Still, I can tell
she's starting to get tired when she suddenly slams herself down on me
and begins to have an orgasm. Her pussy starts this kind of milking
action that runs from the base of my cock to the head; it feels damn
good, and if I hadn't already cum earlier, it would have had me
emptying my balls in her. While she's gasping and moaning on top of
me, I've got my hands full of her tits, so I start pulling on her
nipples and gently pinching them, which seems to make her climax even
more intense.

Her orgasm gradually fades out, and it's pretty obvious to me that
she's a little worn out. I put my hands on her hips and apply a little
pressure for her to get off of me. She looks down at me in surprise,
and I just say "You look kind of ragged out; how about letting me take
care of it, now?"

She nods her head, and I help her lift up until my cock slips out of
her with a soft noise - which doesn't seem to embarrass her like it
has other women I've known. She gets herself off to the side of me,
and I get up to my knees to see how she wants us to keep going. She
gives me this smokey look and turns a little bit before dropping to
her hands and knees. I move behind her and she reaches back between
her legs to guide the head of my dick to her opening again. I push my
hips forward, and slip right into her. She lets go of me to put her
hand on the bed, and I hold her by the waist as I push myself the rest
of the way into her in a single motion.

It doesn't take me long to get into the same rhythm she was using to
bounce herself on me before she climaxed, and that seems to work for
her: it's only a couple of minutes before she's moaning and groaning,
and I can see that she's got a death-grip on the bed covers. After a
few minutes, I need to take a little bit of a breather, so I slow down
and lean forward so I can reach around her and get my hands on her
tits again. I lift them up a little, enjoying how full and heavy they
are in my hands before I start squeezing them gently and softly
pulling on her nipples as I continue to pump into her in long, slow
movements. As I'm doing that, I can feel her juices continuing to
trickle out of her to soak my balls - and unless I'm mistaken, they're
getting spread around where our bodies touch every time I fill her hot
pussy with my cock.

Edith isn't as tight as Denise was, but she's certainly tight enough;
and I can only keep my hands on her tits for so long before I really
need to start moving in her again. Still, before I do, I put my hands
on the bed to support myself as I lean forward and kiss the back of
her neck - which causes her vagina to tighten around me briefly as she
groans her pleasure. That kind of inspires me, and I spend a minute or
so softly biting her shoulders, and nibbling on her earlobes. That
gets her really worked up, and I know that if I can find out how she
wants me to fuck her, I can make her cum like gangbusters.

I give her neck another kiss and straighten up so I can get my hands
on her hips again. By this time, the way I feel, I figure I'm going to
cum the next time she does, and I want it to be good for both of us. I
start experimenting a little, trying to find out just how fast and
hard I need to pump into her to really get her going.

I'm not moving all that fast, but I'm humping into her pretty solid
when I feel her starting to push herself back at me as she starts
making these little noises every time I thrust into her. I figure
that's what she likes, and I keep at it. It isn't but a couple more
minutes before I can tell she's getting close again.

Another minute or two, and I feel her pussy start these little spasms
that make her briefly tighten around me. It feels good enough that I
feel myself getting closer and closer. I finally can't stand it any
more, and almost pound myself into her a couple of times before I push
myself into her as far as I can. Those couple of hard shots I gave her
must have been all she needed, because even as I feel my balls pull
up, she cries out and clamps down around me even as the first wad of
my cum rockets out the end of my dick.

I guess she can feel me emptying my balls in her, because every time I
dump another load of cum in her, her vagina goes through that kind of
milking thing that she did before - which only makes MY climax that
much better by making me cum even harder. We keep going back and forth
like that for I don't know how long - but it was both too long, and
not long enough. It was too long because I was starting to wonder if
my balls were going to end up in her before it was over, and it wasn't
long enough because it just felt so damn GOOD.

When it was over, she started to kind of collapse onto the bed; I
managed to keep her from just falling, and was surprised when Denise
suddenly showed up to help - I'd completely forgotten that she was
there. Between the two of us, we managed to get Edith lying down on
the bed without either her or me (I was still almost completely hard
inside her) getting hurt. I held myself over her, resting on my elbows
and my legs kind of tucked under me while I kept my dick as far inside
her as I could. Both of us were panting and covered in a fine sheen of
sweat, and every so often she'd give a little shudder under me.

Next to us, I heard Denise tell me "If you can make HER feel like
that, I can't wait to see what you can do for me. She almost never
cums that hard from having a guy inside her!"

I can feel my cock starting to shrink, and I tell Denise "I came
pretty hard, too - and I don't think it's going to be long before I
slip out of her."

Denise gives me this grin and says "Don't worry about it. I'll clean
her up the same way she did me - just a little sooner, is all."

I can't help but grin back before I say "If you don't mind my asking..."

"How did I keep your cum from running out?" she finishes for me, smiling.

"Well, yeah."

"Honestly, I don't know HOW or WHY; it just happens whenever I have
sex with a guy. It's like when he's pulling out of me afterwards,
something makes my opening just get extra small and tight. It isn't
uncomfortable or painful for me, but it isn't anything I've ever been
able to control, either. If Edith - and you! - hadn't made me orgasm,
it would have been an hour before I could even think about having you
fuck me again. Now I can not only think about it, but look forward to
it!" she told me, smiling.

Beneath me, we heard Edith say "And you've got every reason in the
world to. I haven't climaxed that hard from a guy in a long time."

I kissed Edith's shoulder and told her "I'm glad I was able to make it
good for you."

She turned her head a little more to look back at me and said "You
didn't make it good, you made it great. I could feel how hard you were
squirting in me, so I know YOU liked it, too."

I kissed her cheek and answered "Oh, yeah, I liked it just fine."
making her laugh a little before she said "I can feel you still in me,
but I think you're getting close to pulling loose. If you can stay in
me, I'd like to lay on my side. It feels nice having you over me like
this, but now I'm starting to feel kind of warm; but I want to feel
you in me as long as I can, too."

Rather than answer, I just started trying to see if there wasn't some
way of getting us rolled over like she wanted. It took a couple of
tries to figure something out, but we finally managed it. The change
also gave me a chance to put my arms around Edith and hold her; it was
her idea to move my hands to her tits so I could hold them. When
Denise saw how much of the area between Edith's legs was still shining
from her juices, her eyes got wide and she said "Damn, woman! I
thought I was the one that turned got so juicy when I get turned on!",
teasing her friend.

I was slowly and softly caressing Edith's breasts when she answered
"And I'll be you get even wetter than usual, too, when he does you.
He's almost as good as another woman at eating pussy, and he's a damn
sight better than most men about paying attention to what a woman
wants when he's fucking her."

Denise said "I could tell that he was changing around a lot when he
was behind you, but I wasn't sure why."

Edith raised one of my hands to her mouth and kissed the palm before
putting it back on her breast, then replied "He was trying to find out
what I wanted him to do - and he did. Boy, did he find out!", the last
few words emphasized by a shiver of pleasure.

Before anything else could be said, I felt myself finally slip out of
Edith's pussy - and Denise didn't say a thing before she quickly moved
to position herself to deal with her self-assigned task of emptying
Edith's vagina of my cum. Edith raised one leg and draped it over mine
to give her friend easier access. Denise wasn't too fussy about just
taking care of Edith; several times, she detoured to include my cock,
licking it clean of the combination of my and Edith's juices.

When she was satisfied with her handiwork, Denise moved up to kiss
Edith - and when I indicated that I was willing, me, too.

There were a couple bottles of club soda that we hadn't consumed, and
Denise opened them and handed them over before telling us "They aren't
cold, but they're wet; I'll go get some more" then to Edith "You let
him hold me, so you just stay there and I'll take care of things this
time, okay?"

Edith nodded, and Denise moved to get out of bed and take the tray
into the kitchen. I turned loose of Edith long enough for us to get
better positioned for drinking - and probably something to eat -
before I put my arms around her again. Each of us was holding our
bottle, but I had one arm across her stomach as she leaned back
against my chest, and she had her arm resting on mine when she told me
"I always like the snuggling and holding afterwards when I'm with her
or another woman; but it feels really nice, sometimes, to be held by a
guy, too. You're bigger and stronger, and when you're holding me like
this, I feel safe and protected and appreciated in a way that another
woman just can't make me feel. I think you're a very special man, Jim.
You're patient and gentle and considerate with us, but you do it
without being wimpy - you're still MALE, strong and masculine. How can
you be like that, when so many other men can't or won't?"

I thought about it for a moment and told her "I told you that I
dropped out of college to start driving cabs. What I didn't say was
that I was in my Junior year, and majoring in Philosophy. By the time
I got to the point of dropping out, I'd already learned to use
philosophy for what I figured it was meant to do: help answer
questions that people have in the real world. Maybe it sounds kind of
silly, but I spent some of my free time doing philosopher shit:
thinking about things - what was good and bad about them, trying to
see things from someone else's perspective, that kind of thing. One of
the things that influenced me was some of the other classes I took:
sociology and psychology more than anything else. I realized that
those two and philosophy were tied together in a way that most people
didn't see."

She turned her head to look at me strangely, and asked "How so?"

"Sociology is basically the study of societies of people, and an
attempt to explain why they do the things they do. Except that
sociology hasn't gotten to the point where it can explain things about
the whole of human society - that is, the whole PLANET of people. Why?
Because the human race is still pretty fragmented - and each of those
fragments is it's own unique sub-society. Sure there a lot of things
in common between different societies, but there isn't ONE set of
rules that applies equally to ALL of them - at least not in any
meaningful or scientific way. I mean, you can't develop an explanation
for how things work in, say, China, and have it apply in Egypt or
France. And it's already known that different cultures have what
amounts to different psychologies. There are primitive tribes that
don't have the words for 'me' or 'mine' in them; they literally don't
have the concept of self or private property. It seems pretty obvious
to me that what they consider a perfectly normal person,
psychologically, is going to be different than what someone from an
industrialized society does. What would they think if one of their
tribe members suddenly wouldn't share with the rest because he or she
got the idea that they could OWN something and not have to let anyone
else use it? It's a perfectly reasonable idea to us, but the people of
THAT culture would think the individual was 'crazy'. Maybe they'd call
it 'invaded by spirits' or 'living a different life' or something else
- but the basic idea of 'not right in the head' is still there; which
falls into the area of psychology, or the study of the human mind."

"Except that psychology has a lot of the same problems as sociology:
there still aren't a set of rules and standards that apply across all
cultures. A Western psychologist would likely think someone wanting to
commit suicide was exhibiting symptoms of mental illness; but a
Japanese psychologist might see it as a reasonable response in the
context of that culture or society to some other event. And together,
the social and psychological aspects of a society define its
underlying philosophy. The philosophy of Bushido was developed in
Japan several hundred years ago - but its still such an integral,
underlying part of Japanese society that most Japanese don't even
recognize it as such any more. And in turn, that philosophy affects
their culture, which affects their psychology, which affects their
philosophy. It's the same way for every other culture and ethnic group
and race on the planet, too."

"The difference is that philosophy is more 'generic' than psychology
or sociology - philosophy tries to find answers to questions, rather
than explanations for events or situations the way the others do.
That's philosophy's greatest strength and weakness at the same time:
it's far too easy to find a generic answer without considering how to
USE that answer in a meaningful way. Without the context provided by
sociology and psychology, the answers you find with philosophy can't
easily be used to solve actual real-world problems."

"ANYWAY" I went on, "while I was doing my philosopher schtick, I did a
fair amount of thinking about people, too - how we treat each other,
and why. I decided that women are people, too" - "Thank you" Edith
says, wryly - "and that I shouldn't treat you any differently than I
would anyone else. I try to treat women - as individuals - the way
they show me they want to be treated. You and Denise, you show me that
you want to be treated gently and courteously; and you told me you
like for a guy to be considerate - so that's what I try to do. If
you'd acted differently, I'd have treated you differently; and if
you'd treated me differently, I'd have acted accordingly. I guess the
difference between me and most guys is that I'm behaving the way I've
already chosen to, and know WHY."

Denise comes in with the tray just as Edith asks "You were majoring in
Philosophy, and dropped out in your Junior year. Why?"

"Because what they were teaching us was crap. I was reading a book by
this guy that everybody else says is the 'father of modern
philosophy', like he's the 20th Century Plato or something. Except the
book I'm reading, he's going on about how because the word 'water' is
an English word, and that the word for water is different in other
languages, it doesn't have any meaning - that it's an arbitrary
construct that has no value. Except that I knew it DID have meaning.
The word 'water' is the English symbol for the concept of water - and
that even though other languages have different symbols, the concept
was still valid. Water is water, whether you call it aqua or l'eau or
wasser or anything else. I realized then that if somebody making that
kind of silly-ass argument could get the kind of attention and respect
he does, then whatever else they were trying to teach me, it wasn't
Philosophy. That's when I chucked all the books and other bullshit,
and left. I'm still a philosopher, but I'm practicing what I call
applied philosophy."

Denise hands each of us a cold bottle and half a sandwich before she
asks "Why do you call it 'applied' philosophy?"

"Because I'm applying the lessons I've learned, and my philosophical
principles, to my real life."

"How does that work?" she asks.

I tell her "One of my principles is that it's wrong for one person to
force another person to do something they don't want to do, or
wouldn't do otherwise. With that settled in my mind, it wasn't much
more for me to decide that if I saw something like that happening and
had what I considered to be a reasonable chance of stopping it, then
it was my duty - imposed on me BY me - to put a stop to it if I could.
When I was first starting out, there were situations where a pimp was
forcing one of his girls to do something; but he was either armed, or
enough bigger or meaner than me that for me to try and stop him would
have been counterproductive. Tonight, with Edith and that...
character, I was able to do something. I did it not because of any
hope or expectation of any kind of reward, but because if I was in a
similar situation, I'd want someone to do something to help ME.
Someone that fusses about how much crime there is, but isn't willing
to say or do anything to minimize it, is ethically and morally
bankrupt on the subject - they HAVE no morals or ethics regarding
crime, and all their talk counts for nothing without action to back it
up. Similarly, my philosophical outlook on my job is that I owe
anybody that gets in my cab my best effort, honestly rendered, and
performed in a pleasant manner - simply because they are willingly
providing me with the opportunity to earn my livelihood. Sure,
sometimes I get someone that has an attitude for one reason or another
- when it happens, I try to find out why and see if I can't help them
find a way of changing that attitude. Some don't have any interest in
changing, and that's up to them - it's their life. Others want to
change, but don't know how; they're the ones I can help the most. The
rest are just having some temporary 'issues' and will find their own
end when it's right for them; all I can do for them is maybe say
something to them that'll help it happen sooner. Sometimes it works,
sometimes it doesn't; but if I want the world to be a better place,
it's up to me to at least TRY to make it that way."

At that point, Edith spoke up, saying "It works, Jim. I think it was
about the third or fourth time I was riding home with you, and I was
telling you about one of the other people in our office that's always
bitching and moaning about things. You looked at me with the mirror
and said 'sometimes, you run into somebody that just isn't happy
unless they have something to fuss about, no matter how small it is'.
At first, I thought it sounded pretty flip, and that you were just
being a smart-ass. But you'd never said anything like that to me
before, either - so I took a second to really think about it. And I
realized that that pretty much described the person I'd been telling
you about; I wasn't going to change them, and they didn't seem to have
any interest in changing themselves, so there wasn't any point to
letting it bother me: IF they were really a problem, I knew how to
deal with it. Instead of being upset and distracted by it all night
like I'd thought I would, what you said gave me a way to set it aside.
By the time I got up here, it was completely out of my mind, and I had
a very pleasant evening after all, thanks to you. The next day, I sat
down with them and explained how their actions were affecting the rest
of us, and gave them the chance to change their ways. They didn't, and
I eventually had to transfer them out of my area; but I never brought
it home with me again."

I couldn't resist giving her a hug and saying "Thank you. It's nice to
know that it works, sometimes."

Denise looks at me speculatively and says "I think you probably have
more of an effect on people than you know. Even before you told us you
dropped out of college, I figured you were quite a bit smarter than
most people. The way you talk - your words, your voice, even your
attitude - it makes people listen to what you say. Maybe you don't get
the chance to see the results as much as you'd like, but I'd be
willing to bet that the things you tell them make a lot of folks start
thinking differently about whatever is bothering them, just like it
did for her."

Edith tells me "I was real surprised when you said that about
sociology and psychology being tied together more than most people
realize. After I'd been working in market analysis for a few years, I
started wondering why the different segments of the market reacted so
differently from each other, but more-or-less consistent individually,
so I went back and re-read my Sociology textbook from college. It
explained a lot, but not everything; it wasn't until I was watching
some Public Broadcasting Station program about how psychology is
practiced differently in different countries that I began to
understand why I could count on different segments to react in certain
ways, within limits. But it took me almost ten years to get that
straight in my head, and you figured it out before you got out of
college."

"I didn't get the whole thing figured out all the way that fast; but I
knew that those were areas of human study that related to each other,
even if the professors didn't admit it much. And even if the
professors call them sciences, they aren't, really - at least, not
yet, and not in the way most people think of 'science'." I told her.

Denise asked me "What do you mean, they aren't sciences?"

"I said they aren't sciences in the way most people think of science;
and they're not. Physics, chemistry, biology... subjects like that are
sciences: you mix sodium and chlorine together, and you get table
salt, whether you do it in China or Chernobyl. If you know the mass
and speed, you can use the science of physics to predict where
something is going to go. If you start breeding white cats with black
cats, you're going to have a pretty good idea of how many of what
colors you're going to end up with using the SCIENCE of biology.
Sociology and psychology haven't progressed to that point yet. If you
work out the reactions people have to overcrowding - or even what they
consider overcrowding to be - it matters whether you do your work in
Bombay or Boston. You can't use sociology or psychology to make any
kind of detailed predictions about people and how they'll respond to
something. If little green men turned up in their flying saucer,
neither one of those subjects could tell you what percentage of the
population would go stark, raving bugshit, what percentage would see
it as a good thing for the human race, how many would want to wait and
see, and what percentages would see it as a hoax or threat. They can
work it out after the fact, and maybe even give you some ROUGH
percentages beforehand, but not with anything even close to the
accuracy you can get from the 'hard' sciences. I'm not saying they're
bad, or no good; the reason they can't do anything like that is simply
because the human race hasn't YET become a single culture or society -
those two fields are still in their relative infancy, and they don't
have the luxury of dealing with people as an integrated whole, the way
biology and chemistry do. I mean, ATP in a Chinese is the same as ATP
in a Welshman as in a Nigerian. Sulfur is sulfur, whether it's in Cape
Town or Chicago. But the things that motivate somebody in Morocco
aren't necessarily going to motivate someone in Madrid or Moscow - at
least not in the DETAILS. Sociology and psychology won't be real
sciences until they're capable of making fairly accurate predictions
of human responses and actions - and they won't be able to do that
until the human race itself is a lot more uniform and predictable.
Edith, you have a job precisely BECAUSE sociology and psychology can't
make those kinds of predictions. You told me yourself that a lot of
what you do is having a 'feeling' about how different people and
market segments are going to react to something; if sociology and
psychology were sciences, you would have a formula of some kind - you
could describe it with numbers, instead of words."

Both of them were nodding their heads in understanding by the time I
finished; but it was Denise that took the empty bottles from Edith and
me before saying "That's all interesting as hell, but you aren't
laying naked in bed with us to be giving us philosophy lectures. I
want to fuck!" - making me and Edith both laugh.

"Okay, class dismissed, then. But it doesn't look like I'm in any kind
of shape to help tend to your wants, Denise."

Edith eased herself out of my arms to say "I volunteer to correct that
problem. Jim, why don't you get her warmed up while I'm getting you
ready?", with a mischievous smile.

Pretending a reluctance I really didn't feel, I said "Well, I suppose
I could do that...", surprising Denise - until she realized I was
teasing her, and gave me a play-dirty look.

I was grinning when I asked her "And what would you like me to do to
help get you 'warmed up'?"

I could see the anticipation in her eyes when she answered "She said
you're almost as good as a woman at eating pussy - I think I'd like to
find out for myself."

I couldn't help smiling when I told her "I can do that!"

With the 'who' and 'what' settled, it was only a few seconds for us to
work out the 'how': I stretched out on my back and Edith got herself
situated so she could be comfortable while she used her hand and mouth
on me. Denise moved to straddle my head, facing away from her friend -
"So you can reach my boobs, too", she explained.

It hadn't been all that long since I'd emptied myself into Edith, so I
knew that I had some time before I'd be able to respond to Denise's
desires in the way she wanted. Until then, I was determined to see
just how far past 'warmed up' I could get her.

Since Denise had made a point of telling me that she was faced the way
she was so that I could reach her breasts, the first thing I did was
reach up and put my hands on them. As I started gently squeezing them,
and running my thumbs across her nipples, I was taking the opportunity
to have my first clear look at the area between her thighs. She looks
pretty much the same as she did when Edith was eating her - but now I
can see that her labia are a little longer and thicker than they were
before, and that she's visibly wetter than I thought a woman could
get.

I lift my head up, and stick my tongue out to run it along her slit,
from bottom to top; the taste of her is kind of sweet and sour at the
same time - but not in any kind of unpleasant way at all. There's
plenty of her juices for me to sample, too: they're about the
consistency of a real light cooking oil. It takes me maybe a zillionth
of a second to decide that I like it, and I start doing it some more.
When I do, I feel Edith take my whole cock in her mouth and start
doing some REALLY nice things to it with her lips and tongue.

So there I am, my hands full of a pair of really nice tits, a warm
mouth wrapped around my cock, and a mouthful of delicious pussy. I'm
thinking that if I've gotta die some day, that's the time and place to
do it, so I go out happy.

That doesn't happen, so I get to spend the next little while enjoying
the hell out of life: Denise has her hands on mine, guiding them
around to make sure I don't miss out on anything. Edith is slowly
getting me hard again - and apparently having fun doing so. Above me,
Denise is producing her juices almost as fast as I can lick them up.
That leaves me time to branch out and do a few other things, like kind
of 'chew' on her labia with my lips, and see what kind of stuff I can
do to and with her clit that she likes; as it turns out, she likes
pretty much everything. I even try to see if I can get my tongue
inside her, but that just isn't happening; I'd have more luck trying
to push a watermelon through a keyhole. She does seem to appreciate
the attempt, though - by the time I give up, she's leaking pussy juice
like a water faucet that didn't get closed all the way.

By that point, I'm mostly hard again, and I figure it's time to make a
serious attempt to get Denise off.

So between periods of sucking up her oils so I don't drown, I go to
work on her clit: circling it with my tongue, fluttering my tongue
across it, putting my mouth over it and sucking on it gently, and
anything else I can think of. Having to sidetrack so often to deal
with how wet she is kind of slows things down, but it has it's own
benefits, so I'm not going to complain. Finally, I get her to the
point where I can tel she's just short of slipping over into an
orgasm. I break off from milking her clit with my lips to quickly lap
up the oils that she's produced since last time; then it's back to
finish her off. It doesn't take me another thirty seconds before her
legs try to snap together and she pushes herself down onto my face as
she almost screams with the start of her climax.

It's a good thing that I licked up her oils before; with each spasm I
feel passing through her body, her pussy is pushing out a little wave
of her juices, and I'm having a great time licking them up: each one
is maybe a teaspoon of her oils - enough that I can actually kind of
roll them around in my mouth, which makes my taste buds real happy.

Eventually, the spasms going through her body begin to fade out even
though I'm still licking away at her opening and across her clit. She
finally turns loose of my hands where they're on her tits and leans
forward to put them on the bed so she can hold herself up. I don't
know if Edith can hear it when Denise says "That was fucking
marvelous!"

After a bit, she looks down to where my nose is still buried in her
bush and tells me "If you ever decide to go into eating pussy as a
profession, you are going to make a FORTUNE", with a smile on her
face.

Edith pulls her mouth off my mostly-hard dick just long enough to tell
her "I told you he was good!"

I ease my hands off her tits so I can start caressing her sides and
ass, and she lifts up and moves her hips back a little bit to make it
easier for me. A couple of minutes later, when she's caught her breath
again, she tells me "I'd let you keep going, but the next time I cum
that hard, I want it to be because your dick is in me."

Edith must have heard her, because she pulls her mouth off my cock
again and says "Then why don't you come down here and help out, then?"

Denise gives me a smile, and gets up and turns around, apparently to
do just that. A couple seconds later, and both of them are working on
finishing up what Edith started. The position they're in, and with
Denise not blocking the way, I've got easy access to both of their
asses - so I reach out and get a hand on one cheek each of two very
different, but very nice, butts.

I'm almost completely hard when I realize that as small and tight as
Denise's opening was, it would probably help if I tried to open her up
a little bit before we get started. I move my hand down a little bit,
and make sure I get a finger nice and slick with her juice before I
start trying to ease it into her. I expect she knew what I was doing,
and why, because she leaned forward and spread her legs a little more
so I could reach her easier.

It takes a little time because I'm going slow and being real gentle
with her, but I finally get her opened up enough that I can slide a
couple of fingers in and out of her. I'm completely hard by that time,
and Denise stops licking my balls to say "He's ready, and so am I!"

When Edith sits up, she sees where my fingers are, and reaches over to
take hold of my wrist. She gently pulls my hand back to get my fingers
out of Denise, then leans over a bit before guiding them to her mouth.
With a mischievous look in her eyes, she watches me as she licks and
sucks Denise's juices off of them before letting go of my wrist.

By that time, Denise has gotten up and turned herself around so she's
lying on her back next to me. She gives my ear a little bite and says
"I'm ready whenever you are, stud!"

I sit up, and that gives Denise some room to spread her legs to make
room for me between them; I move to get myself positioned over her,
and she reaches out to grab a couple of pillows. One goes behind her
head and the other under her ass before she tells me "I want to watch
you, this time."

I reach down and grab my cock and run the head of it up and down
between her lips to wet it some more, even though it still has a
coating of Edith's saliva on it. I get myself positioned against her
opening, and she lifts her head so she can look down between us. I
start pressing myself into her, and damned if her opening hasn't
gotten a little smaller already. I take it kind of easy trying to push
my way into her - I go nice and slow so she can let me know if she's
having any problems. She doesn't say anything, and I'm starting to
wonder if I'm going to be able to get into her again when the head of
my cock suddenly just pops through.

I hold still for a couple of seconds, and then I start easing myself
the rest of the way into her. After I get about a quarter of the way
inside her, the entrance to her vagina has relaxed some more again,
and I'm able to go a little faster. While I'm doing this, I can hear
her moaning as she watches and feels my dick slowly filling her
womanhood. She's hot and amazingly tight, but all the juices she has
inside make it possible for me to bury myself in her with just a few
pushes; I don't have to back up any to make sure I stay lubricated,
that's for damn sure!

When my pubic hair is finally merged with hers, she let her head fall
back onto the pillow to look up at me and say "That was incredible -
watching it and feeling it at the same time. And you were such a dear
to take your time and make it last for me!"

I just smile at her before lowering my head and taking the peaks of
each of her breasts into my mouth and sucking on them. When I've
brought both to shiny erectness, I kiss her, and then start doing what
she'd said she wanted me to: fucking her.

It takes me only a few minutes to find a nice motion of moving my
hardness in and out of the hot, tight sheath of her womanhood that
pleases her, and starts increasing her arousal.

Not much more time passes before I figure out that it isn't how fast
or hard that I pump into her that she enjoys; it's the actual
sensation of my penis moving in her that excites her. So I make my
strokes in and out of her long and slow to please and (sort-of) tease
her. And while I'm at it, I continue to lower my head or body so that
the two of us can kiss, or so that I can kiss or softly bite her
shoulders and neck, or even her erect nipples.

As I keep pistoning in and out of Denise's pussy, she lets me know
that she's getting closer and closer to having an orgasm: she's
arching her hips up each time I thrust into her, and she's spread her
thighs as far apart as I think she can to open herself up to me. She
even locks her ankles behind me, and I can feel her fingernails
digging into my back a little bit. She's tossing her head back and
forth, and I can hear all kinds of pleased/excited noises coming from
her. The scent of her is almost like a fog in the air, and even though
I'm not fucking her all that fast or hard, I can still hear the liquid
sounds of my dick sliding in and out of her, and the wet noise it
makes when my balls softly slap against her ass.

When I start feeling little twinges in her vagina, I know that she's
almost there. I slow down a little bit and make my strokes into her as
long as I possibly can. She makes this little noise of frustration at
first, but that's all; I can tell that what I'm doing is building up
the tension in her even more, and she likes it.

A couple more minutes is all it takes. I'm filling her up again when
she suddenly freezes under me as her pussy clamps down on me - hard.
The ring of her opening around the base of my cock feels like it's
trying to pinch my cock off; it's almost painful, it's so tight. I can
hear this whining noise coming from her when I start feeling this kind
of fluttering sensation in her vagina. It's pretty obvious she's
having a pretty powerful orgasm, and I want to make it even better for
her. I can't really move much because of the way she's holding me
inside, but I figure I've got enough 'slack' and I start bumping my
pelvis against hers - trying to apply a little extra pressure against
her clit. It seems to work, because her eyes fly open and she gets
even tighter as the tremors in her pussy get even stronger around me.
If I hadn't already cum twice, it would have been enough to have me
blowing my load in her.

She suddenly relaxes and draws in this deep, gasping breath before
freezing up again. She isn't very loud or noisy; but there's no doubt
when she's having an orgasm, that's for sure.

We go through that cycle a few more times, each one a little milder
(and less painful for me, where her opening is clenching around my
cock), until she's just lying there gasping for breath. I lower my
body to rest on my elbows and start kissing her face and shoulders as
she shudders ever so often. She finally gets enough of her breath back
to softly say "Holy Christ, that was good!" before wrapping her arms
around my body and hugging me fiercely.

I give her a kiss and look into her eyes to ask "You ready to go on, now?"

Her eyes get big when she realizes that I'm still hard in her, and she
asks "You didn't cum?"

I grin and answer "Not yet. You 'took the edge' off for me, remember?
And then there was me and Edith; so it's going to take more than this
for me to get off again - assuming you want to, of course..."

"God, yes!" she declares, making me smile. Only then does she seem to
realize that I'm a little sweaty from my happy exercise; she wipes my
face with her hand before she says "You look like you're getting a
little tired. Why don't we change over to something that's easier for
you?"

I admit to her that I'd like that, and raise myself off of her so I
can start to ease my cock out of her. The look on her face when I do
that tells me how much she's looking forward to the two of us fucking
some more.

When I finally get myself pulled free of her intimate embrace, I scoot
back a little to see what she wants to do. She sits up and then gets
to her knees before she tells me "You go ahead an lay down, and I'll
take care of it for a while."

I do as she says, and it isn't but a few seconds before she's got
herself situated to where she's ready to lower herself onto my dick.
She gets the head against her entrance and starts letting her weight
down; there's another brief struggle between the ring of her entrance
and the end of my cock before her pussy gives in and lets me almost
pop into her again. After that, she's able to drop herself onto me in
a single smooth motion which leaves her smooth ass cheeks resting
against the tops of my thighs.

I reach up and get my hands on her breasts before she leans forward a
bit to put her hands on my chest to help steady herself. She gets this
kind of dreamy, far-away look in her eyes when I start running my
thumbs across her nipples before she starts rocking her hips to begin
moving herself on me.

Apparently, she's still pretty worked up from what we've already done:
it only takes a couple of minutes before I feel her have a small
orgasm while she's bouncing up and down on my cock. A few more
minutes, and she has another, stronger, one that leaves her a little
breathless and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. But she's got
stamina, and manages to get herself off a third time before she has to
lean forward and rest her body on mine as she recovers from it. I put
my arms around her and hold her for a bit before I start caressing her
back and sides, which earns me a soft noise of pleasure from her.

After a bit, I feel her start to move, like she wants to get up and do
it some more. But I know she's tired, and I hold her in my arms for a
few moments to keep her from going anyplace as I tell her "Now you're
tired, and I'm rested. That was really good for me, and I'm ready to
cum again; how about if I get behind you so it's easier for both of
us?"

She lifts her head and gives me a kiss before answering "I'd like
that." with a smile. I release my hold on her, and she raises up to
put her hands on my chest again, steadying herself as she lifts her
hips and pulls herself off my cock. With that done, she moves off of
me, and gets to her hands and knees. It takes me only a few seconds to
get myself positioned behind her - where I take a few moments to try
and memorize the view she's giving me. I must have taken longer than
she was willing to wait, because she finally kind of wiggled her ass
at me, reminding me (as if I needed it!) why she was IN that position.

I move a little closer, and angle my dick down so that the head slips
between her pussy lips and pushes against her opening. I start pushing
forward, and there's another will-she-or-won't-she period before I
finally slip into her again.

Like before, once I'm through, getting the rest of the way into her is
relatively easy; it's only a couple of seconds before my pubic hair is
wedged between her ass cheeks. I lean forward a little so I can reach
around her and hold her breasts as I start moving in her. I start
doing the long-and-slow thing again, but it doesn't take me long to
realize that every time I get all the way in her, she's pushing back
at me. Wondering if she wants something different, I start
experimenting again, and figure out that she wants it faster and
harder this time - so that's what I do.

I'm not slamming into her as hard as I was Edith, but my thrusts into
her are pretty solid: there's a distinct slapping sound each time we
come together. And that slapping noise has a noticeable wetness to it,
too - Denise is releasing plenty of her juices, and they're getting
spread around pretty good by what we're doing. Even my dick moving in
her is making a squishing noise each time I fill her pussy with my
cock. The sound of it is actually starting to get me pretty excited
when I happen look over and see that Edith is leaning against the
headboard and masturbating as she watches us.

That's something else I've never seen 'live' before, either - a woman
getting herself off. So watching as she squeezes her breasts and
pinches her nipples with one hand while the other one is rubbing her
clit, and seeing that her fingers are wet when she slides a couple of
them into her pussy is getting me even MORE aroused.

I'm pumping into Denise pretty good by that time, and I know that
she's getting close to having another orgasm. I look down to where my
cock is in her, and watch for a few seconds as her pussy lips stretch
out a little bit, like they were trying to hold me inside her,
whenever I back out of her; then they disappear when I push back in,
as if they were leading the way for my cock. When I look at Edith
again, she sees me looking at her and pulls her fingers out of her
pussy and raises them up to where she can start licking them while she
looks me in the eye with a smile on her face.

That's all it takes for me. With a few hard thrusts into Denise, I try
to stuff my hard cock as far inside her as I can as the first load of
my jism starts to spray her insides. That seems to be all SHE needs,
and I feel her clamp down around me as she screams her pleasure and
release with the start of her climax. Again, her pussy starts that
fluttering thing around me, and this time I'm able to appreciate it as
it makes the next batch of my cum erupt just as hard as the first did.
The sensation of her pussy as it continued doing that around me was
enough to make it one of the most intense climaxes I've ever had. Even
after I've emptied my balls in her, my dick keeps acting like it
doesn't know that there's nothing left for it to squirt into her - I'm
having some kind of 'dry' climax in her.

By the time even THAT ended for me, Denise's orgasm had tapered off,
too. I managed to guide both of us (her pussy still had a death-grip
on my erect cock) down onto the bed, and onto our sides. That gave me
the opportunity to watch as Edith slid into her own orgasm, gasping
and groaning as he body shuddered through several waves of release. I
could see that it wasn't anything as powerful as she'd had yet, so I
wasn't surprised when she was able to recover from it relatively
quickly. She looked over to where Denise and I were laying, and saw
what kind of shape WE were in. She got out of bed and went into the
bathroom, reappearing a minute later with a small towel and an
obviously damp washcloth. First she used the washcloth to wipe
Denise's face, then mine, cleaning up the beads of sweat that both of
us had on our faces. Then she used the towel to dry the rest of us off
- at least, as much of us as she could get to. Lastly, she used the
washcloth to soak up the surplus of Denise's fluids that had collected
where we were joined, and were threatening to spill over onto the bed.

Having my face wiped off like that had been pretty refreshing, and I
managed to tell her "Thank you."

She just smiled in reply before she got out of bed to take the things
back into the bathroom. When she was done with that, she took the tray
away - reappearing a couple minutes later with it refilled with drinks
and food. By that time, Denise was more-or-less alert again, and
didn't need much help sitting up after I'd rescued my cock from the
clutches of her pussy.

After Denise and I had gone through a bottle of club soda, she told me
"For the life of me, I can't imagine why you would have any ex
girlfriends" making Edith laugh.

I told her "It usually isn't about the sex" - "God, I hope not!" she
exclaimed - "but the rest of it. Most of the girlfriends I've had have
wanted me to get a 'better' job that paid more, even if I was unhappy
with it, and couldn't understand why I'd want to stay in a job that
pays enough to keep me comfortable and doing something I'm happy
with."

Denise looked at me like she didn't understand what I was talking
about, so I just asked her "You like being a nurse?"

She said that she did, so the next thing I said was "But I'll bet you
wouldn't give it up to take a job like Edith's, which I expect pays
more, would you?"

"Christ, no!", she exclaimed. "I'd hate it!"

I just smiled at her until she realized what she'd just said. She gave
me an understanding look, and finished her sandwich in silence.

Edith took that opportunity to tell me "Jim, I can understand why
you'd want to stay with a job you like, but do you really make that
much money? I mean, what about your old age?"

I grinned at her and answered "It doesn't take much for me to be
comfortable at home. I don't feel any pressing need to buy the latest
and greatest stuff just because it's new, for example. I've got a TV
that's several years old, but still works perfectly. When there's
something I need or really want, I wait until I can buy the best I can
find, and then take care of it so that it lasts me as long as
possible. For instance, I've got a coffee maker that I bought for
twenty bucks - ten years ago. It doesn't have anything fancy - no
timer or anything like that; all it does is make coffee when I turn it
on. But it does it every day, no muss and no fuss. I've got linen
sheets for my bed that cost me three times what the cheaper percale
ones do - but have lasted five times longer. My hack was bought from a
company that makes cabs, not just cars. It costs twice what a car
does, but will last ten times as long, even with the kinds of wear and
tear a cab is subject to. What I'm getting at is that I'm not penny
wise and pound foolish; I save enough that I'm able to put a fair
amount of what I earn into savings, and even the market." I couldn't
help grinning at her when I added "Some of it's even in the company
YOU work for."

She grinned back at me and said "I think that was a particularly smart move!"

About that time, Denise yawns hard enough that her jaw creaks before
she says "I don't know about YOU two, but I'm starting to feel kind of
beat, and ready for some sleep." - and surprises me by blushing when
Edith says "Gee, I can't imagine why!"

A second later, Edith tells me "Jim, you're MORE than welcome to stay
with me tonight. After what happened, I'd like someone to snuggle up
to tonight."

Denise plaintively asks "What about me?", and Edith laughs and says
"Of COURSE you're welcome to stay, too. Aren't you always?"

So I ended up spending the night bracketed by a pair of good-looking women.

The next morning, Denise had to go in to work, so Edith insisted that
Denise and I have another go before she had to leave. It didn't take
much convincing on Denise's part, and NONE for me. Then, after she'd
gone - she came back to give me a goodbye kiss - Edith and I went back
to bed for our own session before I had to leave. I was already in my
cab and working when I found the envelope Denise had put in the back
pocket of my pants - with a check for as much as Edith had paid me.
When I finally got to my own bed that night, I was more than ready for
some serious sleeping.

It was maybe a week later when I got a call on the radio that Edith
wanted me at her office building.

When she got in, she gives me this big smile and says "It's good to
see you're still alive, Jim. Denise and I both slept like a couple of
rocks that night after you left."

I admitted to her that I'd been suffering a little drag-ass, myself,
and she laughed before she told me "I guess you noticed that my
company didn't have to call you about that jerk. Once word got out
that I'd filed a complaint about him, a few other women came forward
and said he'd done the same thing to them. The company fired him, and
when they went to clean out his desk, they found the stuff he was
using. They turned it over to the cops, and now he's looking at maybe
spending some time in jail or even prison - they're liking him as a
suspect for some other women that had the same experience in some
clubs he likes to go to."

I tell her I'm glad to hear that, and she tells me "Denise and I have
talked about that night, and neither one of us wants that to be the
only time we get to be with you - you're just too nice as a human
being, and a damn good lover, for that to happen. If you're willing,
we'd like to have you over again sometimes."

I look at her in the mirror and can see what she expects my answer to
be, and how pleased she is when I give it to her.

She tells me "Both of us still like girls more than most men - but
you're not most men. It isn't going to happen all the time, but I'll
bet it's frequent enough that you don't have any trouble remembering
us, either."

I'm as sincere as I can be when I tell her "Whether we spend time
together in bed, or not, I'm never going to have any problem
remembering the two prettiest, classiest ladies that I've ever met." -
and I can see her smile when I'm done.

We get to her place, and she gives me the fare, plus her usual tip,
and I thank her - and enjoy watching her move as she goes inside,
knowing what's under the nice clothes she's wearing.

After that, I continue to treat her the same as I always have -
friendly and polite, like nothing's different or changed - whenever
she's in my hack. Like I promised her and Denise, what happened in
Edith's apartment that night stays there.

But each year, around my birthday, and maybe a couple of other times
in between, Edith lets me know that I'm welcome to come up to her
place and spend the night with her and her friend; and every time she
does, I take her up on it. Not just for the sex, which is great, but
for the chance to spend a little time with a couple of the nicest,
classiest ladies I know.

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