Whistling Past the Graveyard

What a sight she was. She had prepared for the visit by putting on a body stocking made of the same material that pantyhose were made of. The material was translucent, giving her entire body a glow and her tits a roundness that asked to be explored. Then there was the open crotch that exposed her shaved cunt. My cock took immediate notice of the display.

"Have you ever fucked a woman who was wearing one of these?" Margarette said as she rubbed herself against me and nuzzled my ear.

"No, but I think that I'm going to do just that."

"Morris likes me to wear this some time. He especially likes to fuck me from the rear when I wear this."

With that bit of news, my cock achieved new dimensions. "Let's go somewhere that you can get on hands and knees and I'll do just that."

Margarette led me to the living room then up a stair and along a hallway, the same hallway that I had taken to get to the bathroom where we fucked the weekend before. She walked past the bathroom and to the end of the hallway and into what was obviously the master bedroom. It was just that. There was a king size bed with plenty of room left over for a chaise lounge and all the furnishings that made it more than adequate to sleeping or fucking.

She stopped at the foot of the bed and got down to the soft carpet where she assumed a position that would make fucking her from the rear a distinct possibility. When she was in position, her cunt was exposed from the rear. It was freshly shaved and glistening with her juices. "Now get out of those and fuck me, Bill."

When I stood behind her in the nude, my cock rigid, I just took in the image. Here was a woman old enough to be my mother dressed in a way that gave her a sexual allure that a woman one-third her age might not possess. Since I had already had my cock in her, I knew just how good this was going to be. Then I got behind her on my knees, ran my hands up along her thighs, over her ass, up her back, then down and over her tits. By that time I had my cock at the entrance to her cunt.

"Just run the head of your cock in and out for a while, then push into me as far and fast as you can."

The head of my cock was very sensitive, so I had no problem with following instructions. As I did as told, her cunt became slipperier and more swollen. This, in turn, exposed her clitoris to my massaging. As I rubbed her tits and massaged her clitoris with the head of my cock, Margarette writhed and made strange sounds.

"Now, fuck me. Slam into me. Fuck me," Margarette moaned.

I immediately pushed into her with a force that pushed her forward so she was laying face down on the carper and I was prone on her back with my cock into her as far as it would go. Then she came. Fuck, did she come. It was as if she was in another world. She moaned and said things that I never expected to hear from a woman of her stature. But since I had already experienced sex with her, It should not have come as a shock. As she came, I pulled her up to her previous position so I could better ram into her. As she continued to come, I felt the irretrievable lapse into an orgasm of seismic proportions.

"Shoot your sperm into me, Bill. Fill me up. Fuck me," Margarette repeated as she pushed against my driving into her cunt. Then we were finally over our mutual orgasm. What a fucking orgasm.

"Put a finger in me so I don't get any of your semen on the rug when I get up."

I did as instructed, but I put three fingers in her saturated cunt. I then helped her up by placing my arm around her chest and over her tits. When we were both standing, my fingers still in her, she turned her head and kissed me. She ran her tongue into my mouth, and sucked on my lips. "Are you getting another hard on this soon? Let's take a shower, and then find something else to entertain ourselves."

I pulled my fingers out of her as she started to walk to an adjoining bathroom cum spa. When we reached the room, my semen was running down her legs and over the stocking. She quickly got out of the stocking, tossed it into a hamper, then stepped into a shower large enough to accommodate four people. There were jets coming from various levels and directions. The shower led to her adding to my rejuvenating cock by bending down and applying her lips to it. By the time we had finished showering, my cock was again rock hard.

"You see, Bill, that's what I love about young cocks." Then we took the activities back to her bedroom where we perfected the 69 position and others.

The first students to take advantage of our weekend special offer were members of the same fraternity. They wanted four women to attend a party at the fraternity house. The caller assured me that the women would be safe and that condoms were required. The money was more than Sam and I expected, and the four women we contacted were excited about it.

At the appointed hour on Friday evening, I drove Constance, Margarette, Regina and Mrs. Smith to the fraternity. Mrs. Smith seemed to be a natural for the party given her kinky nature and total fascination with sex, sex with young guys. Sam and I accompanied the women into the house and met the person who had hired them.

"Good evening, ladies. My name is Chad. Here's what we will be doing for the remainder of the evening." Then Chad described an evening of dinner followed by some games. Then Chad handed me an envelope with money enclosed. I opened it and counted the cash. There was a lot, a fucking wad of cash. However, this was a fraternity, after all, and the members were probably from well off families unlike Sam and me. I took the money, then Sam and I left with a promise that we would be back to pick up the women.

At the agreed upon hour, Sam and I arrived back at the fraternity house to pick up the women and deliver them safely to their husbands. I knocked several times before someone came to the door. The young man who answered was wrapped in a sheet. I told him that we were there to pick up the women. He seemed disappointed but opened the door and let us in. We followed him into the large living room that was dimly lit. What we witnessed was not what we expected.

The women were engaged in what I came to learn was a daisy chain. They were connected with the frat boys in ways that must have required a math major to devise. There was a circle of bodies on the floor, each body engaged in some form of sexual activity: oral, vaginal and anal. The women seemed to be enjoying themselves, so we sat down while the guy who answered the door emerged into the activities. I wished that I had a camera to record this sexual bacchanalia.

Sam and I had ringside seats to the fuck fest to its conclusion. The first woman to notice us was Constance who stood naked among the others, semen running down her legs and a satiated look on her face. By the time the other women got up, they too had several samples of fraternity DNS running down various parts of their bodies. As the frat boys realized that the fucking was coming to an end, they stood. Some with hard ons looking for a target, some with cocks that had reached their limits and just hung there. There was no indication that anyone had used a condom as promised.

After the women had taken showers and dressed, we guided them to the car. Regina sat in front with me and Sam sat in back, jammed between three women who had spent the evening being fucked by many young cocks.

"Tell me, Regina, what happened tonight."

"After you left, we were told to get undressed and put on sheets. Then we went to the dining room where the guys were eating. The guy at the head of the table told us that we could do whatever we wanted with the guys and that the guys had the same permission so long as it was with our approval. I walked behind the youngest looking guy and just stood there while he ate. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. This brought my tits to the back of his head. As I moved my tits from side to side, I let the sheet fall. Then I whispered in his ear 'would you like to suck these?' At that point I think he came in his pants. When he settle down I asked in a whisper if he had ever fucked a woman. His cheeks reddened as he shook his head 'no.' I asked how old he was. He said that he had just turned eighteen and was a freshman. I told him that I wanted very much to feel his cock in my cunt. Then I pulled him by the knees, so he was facing me and looking directly at my tits. I pulled his head into them and asked him to suck on the nipples. When he started to suck, I ran a hand up his inner thigh and to his cock. He had come, but his cock was again at full staff, and it was huge. Then I told him that I wanted him to feel my cunt and fuck me with a finger. He did just that and I almost came with the anticipation of his cock in me. Then I told him to get up and get undressed. He was reluctant, but when he looked around and saw his brothers and the other woman, he got right to work. Then I sat him down and straddled his legs. His cock was huge. I guided it to my cunt with my hand, then sat down on it until he was fully in me. The look on his face as he realized that he was fucking a real woman and not just jacking off was almost enough to make me come. Then I did just that."

By the time we reached Margarette's house where started from, I had my hand in Regina's crotch and I heard sounds from the back seat that led me to believe that Sam was being taken advantage of by the other three women.

Morris hadn't yet returned from his business trip, so we spent an hour or so settling business matters and doing other more gratifying things. There was nothing in my memory like having four women available at the same time, all nude and all willing. Sam and I got our tip at Margarette's.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Reflection

By the end of the academic year, Sam and I were doing well. We had fallen behind to some degree in the area of grades, but our business was booming and our bank accounts were bursting. It got so "bad" that the manager of my bank called me one day asked to meet with him. We met in a café near the campus.

"Bill, I noticed a pattern of deposits into your account that causes me some concern. Mind you, I am very happy to have your business, but the amount of money you now have on deposit may start to interest the IRS if you decide to move it. Maybe we should discuss other options for it."

I noticed a certain obsequiousness from the manager. He liked my money and wanted to keep it. He also knew that I was one of his very valued customers who, given my age, would take it and run any time without too much warning. It was his job to diminish that possibility.

"What would you suggest, Mr. Griffith? I'm not really aware of the options available to me." Of course, I was bull shitting him. I had taken advantage of Sam's business classes. He and I talked about investments all the time.

"Well, we could find some attractive certificates of deposit through the bank. They pay about five percent depending on the certificate amount. Then we have some more aggressive investments through the bank's financial services department. They can gain you variable amounts depending on the stock market. Given your age, I would recommend that you talk to our financial advisor about stocks and some bonds. You've already massed a large amount of cash, but it could grow much more with the right investment strategy."

After Mr. Griffith paid for lunch and left a tip, he offered a ride back to my apartment. When we arrived, he asked if he could ask a personal question, and that I didn't owe him an answer. "How did you come into so much money in such a short period of time?"

"Well, I'm a pimp. I have a group of woman who provide their services to only legally aged college students. All of the women are much older than the students, so they know how to make young guys feel all grown up and who can teach them about sex in a motherly sort of way."

Mr. Griffin burst out laughing and said, "Sure you are, and I'm a hit man for the Mafia."

"Are you? I thought you were a bank manager."

"You're not shitting me, are you?"

"No, why should I? Maybe you'd like to try out my service right now. I'm sure I could find a woman who would love to give a bank manager a thrill or two. There will, of course, be a charge for her services."

Mr. Griffith's face took on a whole new appearance. He was only about forty or a little older and had probably never fucked anyone other than his wife. He had certainly never fucked a prostitute, although I didn't think of the women as prostitutes. They were women who loved sex, and the more the better. Some even liked the money, but others didn't care because they were well off.

"I should get back to the bank," he said with less conviction than he might have.

"Yes, I suppose you should, but you could spend a while with a woman who will make you think you missed something along the way. Have you ever had a blow job?"

"Ye... well, no. But my wife said she might try it some time."

"Your call. I'll find a woman that will suit you if you like. Do you like large breasts? How about shaved cunts? Do you prefer shaved cunts? There's this one woman who has the most gorgeous tits. She had them enhanced along with her cunt, and she is quite something. You will think that you're fucking an eighteen year-old."

By this time, Mr. Griffith was clearly no longer interested in the bank. His cock was showing a presence against his suit pants, and he had that horny look on his face. I knew the look well, having been afflicted with it many times.

"OK, but I have to make it fast. How much do you charge?"

I told him about the price structure, increasing it by fifty percent since he was not a student. He was OK with the price and gave it to me in cash. I told him to follow me into our apartment so I could call someone. He did, but held his coat in front of his pants as he walked.

Since I was living with Mary Beth, but still kept stuff at the apartment, I knew her schedule. I knew that she was at home, so I called her and told her about what had transpired. She was reluctant at first, but as I described Mr. Griffith ad the amount of money he was offering -- not that she cared -- she consented to come over.

While we waited for Mary Beth, I described her to Mr. Griffith. I told him about how I had met her and how I had been blown by the flight attendant on the way to Miami and fucked by her on the way back. By this time he was beyond horny. I had the feeling that if I continued to describe my sexual escapades, he would have come. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Oh hi, Judy. I thought you were someone else," I said as she walked in. She was dressed in her usual provocative way with tight top that gave her tits that "fondle me" appearance. It was colder now, so her nipples were standing up under the white fabric of her pullover. "This is my banker, Mr. Griffith. Mr. Griffith, this is Judy, my land lady."

Mr. Griffin managed a hello while straining to keep his eye her tits. He remained seated while shaking her hand.

"So, you're a banker?" Judy said as she held his hand. "Maybe we can talk some time about some money issues."

By this time Mr. Griffith gave up and stared right at her nipples. Then he stood and his cock with him. He made no attempt to conceal the tent that his cock had formed.

"My, my, Mr. Griffith, that is some expansion you're experiencing. I only hope that your bank is doing as well," Judy said, still clinging to his hand. Then she drew his hand to one of her tits. "I take it, Mr. Griffin, that you like my tits. Would you like to see them and maybe a little more? Then maybe we can see what you're hiding in your pants."

At that point I asked for a short recess while I talked to Judy in the kitchen. I explained to her the business arrangement I had with Mr. Griffith and that maybe she could add to it. I thought that we should maximize on the day since Mr. Griffith was already paying to fuck Mary Beth. Judy agreed. Then we heard another knock: Mary Beth.

Mary Beth had dressed for the occasion. Since she would be tending to the needs of a man older than eighteen, her dress was more provocative. The neckline of her almost transparent pullover was so low that her areolas were just visible. Had she been stopped by a police officer on the way over, she could have "talked" her way out of a ticket by pulling her blouse down about a quarter inch. I was turned on by the display. She was also wearing bright white slacks that fit her like a second skin. The slit of her cunt was clearly outlined. I knew that she must have been nude under the slacks, or she was wearing a G-string.

"Mary Beth, this is Mr. Griffith," I said as Mary Beth walked in. Mr. Griffith's cock was still at full staff. "I don't believe you know Judy. She's our land lady here." Mary Beth and Judy greeted each other with a hand shake. Then Mary Beth turned her attention to Mr. Griffith.

"Haven't we met? You look familiar."

"I think you and your husband are customers of my bank," Mr. Griffith said in a more than intimidated way.

"I thought that we had met. What's your first name? I like to know the first name of a man I'm about to fuck. And, b y the way, we mustn't tell Morris about this."

"Dennis," then Mr. Griffith had what I was sure was a mini orgasm.

"Well, Dennis, shall we get naked. From the looks of that bulge in your pants, you may hurt yourself if you don't."

"Do you mind if Judy and I join in," I said.

"Please do."

Then we all got naked. It was clear that this was new to Mr. Griffith. Maybe he had shown his wife his cock, but it was my guess that she was the only woman who had seen him with an erection, and an impressive erection it was. It was equal to or larger than mine, and mine was impressive. But his was covered in dark hair whereas mine was cleanly shaven.

"Dennis, would you mind if I give you a shave before I give you a blow job?" Mary Beth said. Then she led him to the bathroom, one hand wrapped around his cock.

While they were gone, Judy and I practiced a sixty-nine maneuver that didn't quite bring us to orgasm. Therefore, when Mary Beth returned with an almost cleanly shaven Dennis, we were ready to give him his money's worth.

"How will you explain the shaved cock to your wife, Dennis?" Judy asked.

"I'll tell her that I just felt like it and that she might like it."

With that bit of news settled, Mary Beth got on her knees in front of Dennis. She placed both hands around his cock, then licked the circumference of his glans. When it was wet, she sank onto his cock to where her hands were doing a twisting motion. Then she started the rhythmic bouncing that, if my senses were correct, would have him shooting semen into her mouth at any second.

"Mary Beth, didn't you forget something?" I asked. She directed her eyes at me, then went back to work. "I thought we were suppose to use condoms on customers."

With apparent reluctance, she let go her lip lock on his cock and said, "I don't think a banker is likely to have any diseases, do you?" Then she went back to work.

In about thirty more seconds Dennis began the unmistakable pattern of breathing and knee shaking that meant that he was about to erupt. Then he did. Mary Beth sucked as much as she could manage before his semen spilled out of the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her tits. Dennis helped matters along by pulling Mary Beth's head into him as he came. I guess it was fortunate that his cock was deflating or he might have suffocated her.

When he had come down from the space that he occupied during orgasm, Dennis went to his knees and held Mary Beth, then kissed her while running one hand over a tit and rigid nipple. When he let go of her lips, he said, "Oh fuck. I think I love you. I've never come in anyone's mouth before. I almost fainted with the sensation."