The Wilkerson Institute

Still, I wasn't quite done yet. Moving my hands down to her legs, I moved them under the fabric and cupped her bare ass cheeks. Now I began to hammer her, driving in, yanking out, literally bouncing her on and off the wall. Shrieking wildly, she came a second time. Continuing, I drove her to a third orgasm, before exploding into her, lifting her off the wall, and impaling her, totally wrapped around me.

After a seemingly endless moment, I slowly placed her back on the wall. We were both breathing heavily, and Teresa sagged against my bare chest. Stepping back, I pulled her shoulder straps up, and began to button my shirt again. But Teresa had other ideas. Reaching down, she undid the last button holding her petticoat on. Standing weakly, she used it to wipe her draining gash, and then threw it to the ground between us.

"I think I need to clean you off!," she told me. So saying, she dropped to her knees on her petticoat, and immediately began to lick the lingering passion from my groin. As my cock slowly came alive, she rapidly moved around it, licking and sucking my moist thighs and nuts. Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I took her head in my hands and crammed my cock in her mouth. Opening wide, she took the entire length in. She immediately began to huff and puff, breathing around it and sucking simultaneously. My hips were in high speed, literally face fucking the kneeling girl. Despite the way her pussy had drained my root, it wasn't long before I came again, spurting down her throat as she slurped and sucked.

Finished, I helped her to her feet again. After we had made ourselves more presentable, I poured the rest of our wine into my glass, and made it a loving cup for the pair of us. Then sated, both body and soul, I escorted her inside.

***

I dragged my sorry ass back to my room. Entering, I stripped down as I walked to the bathroom. Despite Teresa's best efforts, I could still feel the stickiness of our loving on me. The hot shower semi-revived me, and I luxuriated in the steaming spray.

Drying myself, I threw on a robe and went back into the living room to pick up after myself. And was greeted by a pair of young women.

"Good evening, Mr. deFrame! I hope you've been having a good time," said the oldest.

Oh, shit! The training session! I'd forgotten all about it! Christ, I hoped I could perform. A limp dick now wouldn't do me any good, the way these babes talked among themselves. Oh, well, best make the attempt.

"Evening. I didn't hear you come in. I hope I haven't kept you waiting?"

"Oh, no sir. We just came in ourselves," continued the oldest. "I'm Mary, and this is Maggie. Maggie's kind of new here, and I came along to sort of show her the ropes."

Mary was young, late teens, maybe twenty. Brunette, medium height and build. She was wearing a yellow teddy, covered by a short yellow robe, very loosely tied. Pretty girl. Maggie was a bit of a different story. I doubted if she was even nineteen yet, but trying very hard to seem more grown up and less nervous than she appeared. She was in the full panoply of late night slutwear, a black 'Merry Widow' cut to display her still budding breasts (Which, to be honest, showed considerable promise for when she grew up.), black stockings, black high heels, and a transparent black cover-up. Her hair was tied in a black bow, and another black ribbon circled her neck. Her makeup was a touch overdone, as when a teenage girl tries to appear grown up. Which was the overall impression conveyed.

If I sent her home, I just knew she'd be heartbroken. Better brazen it out and hope for the best. "Certainly," I said. "What would you like me to do?"

Mary responded, "Well, that's really up to you isn't it." The two girls approached me. "Why don't you take a seat?," said Mary.

I moved to the couch and sat down in the center. "Now,," the older girl said. "Anything in particular? Or maybe just start off with some relaxing fellatio?"

Good Lord! Another blow job. If they found me dead in the morning, they could put on my tombstone 'Here he lies, out of luck. Couldn't take another suck!' "Well, okay. That sounds interesting," was all I could think of.

Nervously smiling, Maggie knelt before me. Mary knelt on the couch beside me and opened my bathrobe up. My dick still just lay there, but I could feel it starting to stir. Maybe this wasn't to be the disaster I thought it was. Maggie crawled between my legs and lowered her head to my crotch.

Now there is no such thing as a bad blow job. But there are great blow jobs and not so great blow jobs. This ranked among the latter. Maggie's mouth just wasn't large enough to fully take me yet. In addition, she had a real tendency to bite and nip my cockhead, which was REAL distracting. I survived by reaching over and pulling Mary's teddy down enough so that her tits came out the top, and then gently fondling her nipples. After an eternity of very simplistic sucking and minimal tongue action, I was relieved to ejaculate into the child's mouth.

"Really nice, honey. I think you're quite a lady," I told her. She was looking up at me, licking her lips and swallowing, almost pathetically asking my approval. "But right now, you'll have to excuse me. I've got to use the bathroom." As I stood, I caught Mary's eye and motioned her to follow me. She told Maggie she also had to go, and stood and followed me, adjusting her teddy as she walked.

When we got to the bathroom I closed the door behind us. Maggie started, by asking in a whisper what I thought.

"Look, she's got potential, but she's just so young!," I whispered back. "She's got to do some growing, and take a few more classes."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Mr. deFrame..."

"No, no, don't be. She's just not quite ready for the big leagues."

"Well, I'll take her and go. I'll tell her you're too tired from the day. I'll let her down easy."

"Please do," I said. "Don't hurt her feelings." I continued whispering. "Later, when you've tucked her in, why don't you come back up."

"Well, certainly, sir."

"Listen, don't worry if I'm asleep. I'm kind of tired. But who knows what might pop up later on or in the morning."

Mary grinned and went back into the living room. After I heard them leave, I went out, cleaned up and turned off the lights.

Wednesday

I awoke to a warm, comfy, lived-together feeling that told me I wasn't alone. Or maybe it was the arm draped over my waist. But why? I rolled towards the center of the bed and slowly raised a single bleary eyelid. I was right. I wasn't alone. I should have been a detective.

It was a she, a brunette with a young face. She was propped up on one elbow, facing me. Something from last night bubbled to the surface. Muttering softly, I murmured, "You're...you're..."

"Mary," she said brightly. Good morning, Mr. deFrame!"

"Mary, yeah right, Mary," I muttered blankly.

"Uh, huh. Last night you told me to come back after tucking in Maggie? You said you might be asleep? Don't you remember?"

Beneath my breath I gave a quiet "Oh, shit!" which caused the young face to explode in laughter. It all came back to me now. Some detective. Opening the second eye, I brought my free hand up and rubbed my face. "Yeah, well, good morning to you, too." Mary continued to laugh.

"I hope I didn't snore," I said. "My second wife used to complain I snored."

"Not by my account. You were dead by the time I got back. What became of number two?"

"Took up with a bodybuilder who doesn't snore."

"A bodybuilder, huh?"

"Yeah. Who immediately built a yuppie gym. From what I've seen, his monthly income exactly matches my alimony check."

Mary flopped back on the bed and laughed uproariously at this. Somehow the humor was lost on me. I freed the arm underneath me and used both hands to rub the sleep from my eyes. My vision now clearer, if almost certainly bloodshot, I draped my upper arm across her waist. "What time is it, anyway?," I asked.

Mary pointed to a large clock at the foot of the bed. "Mickey's big hand..."

"Oh, shut up," I responded. I looked at the clock. It really was a Mickey Mouse clock, an antique from the Forties. Mickey's big hand was half past the seven, and his little hand was on the six. Staring, I stupidly said, "Oh, shit," again.

What little control she had was lost completely. Mary went into convulsions of laughter, until the tears came out. A bright laughter, which made her face radiate her beauty. Beautiful pearly teeth showed through the wide spread and grinning lips. Good men would kill to see that smile.

Finally, still shaking with mirth, she rolled onto her side again, facing me. My arm was still draped around her waist, and Mary brought her arm between us. Then I felt her hand slowly move under the covers, tracing a line down my chest. It lingered a moment at my navel and then moved lower.

"Last night you said something might come up in the morning. Anything coming to mind?," she asked. Her fingers swirled around my flaccid dick.

Quite a few things were coming to mind, none of them speakable in polite society. Her ministrations brought me roaring to life, my cock almost immediately expanding to fill and then overflow her small hand. I snuggled closer to her and moved my head into the hollow of her neck, near her shoulder. Silently I began to lick and nibble the tender flesh. I gave up smoking twenty years ago, but my morning breath is too much inflict on anyone's lips.

A slight shudder went down the girl's spine, and the gentle strokes she was giving my prick became somewhat less gentle. Shifting slightly, I slid my lower arm under her neck and began rubbing her back. My free arm I used to stroke the whole of her ass and thigh. I didn't stop nibbling her neck and throat, but even without looking, I could tell she was still wearing the skimpy teddy I had liked the night before. I carefully brought a knee up into her crotch and began rubbing it against her pubis. I could feel the satiny curls as I pressed the catch into her pudenda.

After about five or ten minutes of increasingly heated fondling, I remembered another thing I liked about the teddy. The thin 'spaghetti' straps (Spaghetti, hell, more like angel hair pasta!) were easily pulled down to expose pleasingly rounded breasts. I brought my hand up and pulled the strap down and off her shoulder. Moving lower, my lips and teeth never stopping their work, I soon had her soft nipples between my lips, hardening and extending beneath the kisses. In so doing, we shifted slightly, and Mary brought her second hand down to my crotch. Pulling her free hand loose, she pulled it up and out of the strap, and then thrust it down to my cock again. Now both hands were frantically pulling and rubbing my erection.

Continuing to suck the exposed breast, I gently pushed Mary onto her back and then pulled the other strap down. I concentrated on this heretofore underutilized asset and Mary pulled this arm free as well. By now she was moaning quietly and whimpering into my ear. Moving my leg out of the way, I reached down and roughly tugged the snap crotch open and pulled the fabric up. Now she was only wearing the teddy around the waist. I put my hand in her crotch. Using my forefinger and ring finger to spread her cleft, I inserted my middle finger between her pussy lips. Her clitoris throbbed to my touch. This woman was READY!

By now, Mary was no longer simply moaning beneath me. Now she thrashed beneath me. Her back arching, her legs spasming under the covers, she was begging and pleading between her gasps of breath. "Please, fuck me!...Put it in!...Oh, come on!...Just fuck me, now!..."

Nothing doing. Her hands had left my dick and she had thrown her arms behind her head. Although my cock couldn't have softened with a sledge hammer, I retaliated by continuing to inflict foreplay upon her for several more minutes. Then she came, massively, her cunt twitching around my fingers, gasping and panting, her legs moving convulsively, as she screamed out her joy. I decided to let up on her. I lifted my head from her saliva soaked breasts and pulled my finger from her twat, resting my hand on her stomach. Shortly thereafter. Mary sagged back into the bedding and her frantic breathing calmed.

Moving her hands beneath the covers, she said, "You don't get off that easy." Grabbing my erection with one hand and reaching down to cup my balls with the other, she continued, "Now get on top and fuck me, right now." She gave a slight but firm squeeze to my nuts, and convinced me who was really in charge. Mary spread her legs wide and continued to hold me as I positioned myself over her. She guided my straining cock within her.

As I rapidly pistoned the girl's twat, she began to loudly moan and cry again. I remember now thinking about the old joke about the fellow who complained that the guys at the office had gotten him a sweater for his birthday. Last year they had gotten him a moaner and groaner. My foreplay had worked me up as well. I didn't last long before I gave a last fierce thrust and slumped onto her, my cock twitching and pulsing, spending itself in her spasming pussy. I lay there several moments before, gasping, I rolled off her.

"Wow! What time is it, anyway?" I looked down at Mickey. "Oh, SHIT!," I yelled. "I'm going to be late." I scrambled out of the covers. "I've got an appointment with Wilkerson in thirty minutes! I'll never make it!"

Mary scrambled out of bed and pushed me into the bathroom. "Yes, you will. Now go take a shower and shave. Go! Go!"

I was considerably less sanguine about bathing, shaving, dressing, and getting down to the restaurant before nine. Normally, no matter what, come death or dismemberment, it takes me about forty-five minutes to come alive. Well, granted, Mary had definitely awakened me, but still. I'd never get to eat! And these girls had made me famished!

Still, by the time I got out of the bath and back into the bedroom, Mary had things well in hand. She had stripped off the teddy and had slipped on the robe and heels again. In addition, she had been into the kitchenette and made me a cup of coffee. It was instant, but I didn't care. I sipped it gingerly while I stared at her body, pleasantly outlined under the sheer robe, until she smiled and pushed me to the closet. "Come on, knock it off and get dressed!," she laughed.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Hurry up! Breakfast's here," said Mary as she headed for the door. I dressed rapidly in a white dress shirt, gray tie, and blue suit. I figured this was an important meeting, and wanted to look like more than just a middle aged slouch. Slipping on socks and black Oxfords, I walked out to the living room. No hot breakfast, but several types of juice and buns, and real coffee greeted me. Mary was moving them from a tray onto the table.

"Sit! Eat!," she commanded. A very demanding wench. I sat. I ate. Mary came around and wrapped a napkin around my neck.

Pouring herself some OJ, the girl sat down next to me. Her movements had loosened the robe somewhat and I had a clear view of one nice breast. I glanced at my watch and saw I had a few minutes leeway. Reaching over with one hand, I untied the robe, and it fell away from her. Taking the jelly donut from her hand, I gently squeezed the jelly onto her nipples. "Eat the jelly," I said. Two can play this game, I thought.

Smiling, Mary said, "Don't forget your appointment." Then she set down the donut. Cupping her breasts, she leaned her head down and began to lick the upper curve of her lovely tits. She shifted in her chair to face me, and spread her legs wide. The thin hair came apart to reveal the wet pinkness within. Her nipples hardened beneath her caresses, and I could see her clit begin to expand and throb. Mary applied herself to the cleanup with a vengeance. By the time I was finishing my repast, her breasts were squeaky clean. Now one hand had moved between her legs and was vigorously fingering her clitoris. The other lifted a breast to her lips, which had the entire nipple in their gentle grasp.

My time was up. I threw down my napkin and reached over to her free breast, I clamped my fingers on the nipple and roughly pinched and pulled it. Mary gasped and moaned. She stopped sucking her tit and arched backward in her chair. The now freed hand raced to her crotch, and all four fingers snaked their way up her cunt. Fistfucking herself, she screamed out her orgasm. I stood and bent down to kiss her jelly crusted lips, then left.

***

I arrived at Wilkerson's office just as the clock struck the hour. A very pretty secretary mentioned she wasn't sure I was going to be on time, and pushed a buzzer on her desk. "Mr. Wilkerson? Mr. deFrame is here," she announced.

A tinny voice said, "Bring him in please, Becky. Thank you."

Becky stood to escort me into the inner sanctum. I began to suspect that Wilkerson went fishing in the secretarial pool. A tall brunette, Becky was dressed in the same uniform as the other staff girls were, but this seemed considerably more abbreviated than the others. The skirt was damn near microscopic, highlighting legs that just didn't seem to stop, and the jacket only accentuated a most impressive superstructure. I could easily see the girl working in a variety of positions under her boss.

"Ah, Mr. deFrame, welcome! I hope you've been enjoying your stay with us."

Turning to the voice, I saw a small, thin, man, perhaps late fifties, early sixties, standing behind a mahogany desk. He was dressed in a gray suit, and I was glad I had dressed the part. The room was large, with dark walnut paneling, bookshelves lining one side, richly carpeted in a burgundy plush, and with several matching leather upholstered armchairs facing the desk. A large set of doors opened onto a small courtyard.

"I'm Jonathan Wilkerson." Wilkerson said, shaking my hand. A good, firm grip. He waved me towards the chair near me. "Please sit. I'm sorry I wasn't able to greet you earlier in your stay, but I was away on business. Can I get you something to drink?"

"No thank you. It's a bit early for me."

"Well, then some coffee perhaps?"

"That would be nice," I said.

Wilkerson pushed a button on his phone. "Becky, two coffees, please." He released the button. "Now has your stay been pleasant?"

Sitting, I said, "Thank you. Yes, it has. Most delightful, in fact. Not quite what I was expecting."

"Oh?," he said. Now that I had a chance to get a better look, I'd have to say sixty or sixty one. Quite a few wrinkles to the face and extremely advanced male pattern baldness. But also in good shape, quite healthy. Who knows, maybe he really could give Becky a run for her money. "What were you expecting?," he asked with a curious smile.

"Uh, well, I'm not really sure. But certainly not this." I waved my hands at the surroundings and we both laughed. "I must admit that I find your whole operation quite fascinating."

Wilkerson looked around and smiled. "Yes, it is rather nice, if I do say so myself. The ladies have been seeing to all your needs? You've gotten around to see the grounds?"

"Oh, my, yes. They've been most, er, attentive. And they've shown me all over." Somehow, even as I said this, I felt foolish, and I felt my face grow red. But Wilkerson paid no attention and continued.

Becky brought in the coffees, setting one before each of us. I watched appreciatively as she bent to serve us, then left.

"Excellent. You must have some questions. Everyone does."

"Well, now that you mention it, why the physical? How many coronaries do these girls cause, anyway.

Wilkerson stared at me for a second, then gave a hearty laugh. "Well, I must admit, I'm not easily surprised, but that did it." He laughed some more. "Most men ask me something quite different." Chuckling, he continued, "Blood work. Blood tests. Let's just say that an environment like ours gives an excellent field for certain communicable diseases. We need to protect both our guests and staff." He raised his eyebrows knowingly.