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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post
of this story is only permitted if the posting site is free and
non-commercial.
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 6
Junior in the Lingerie Shoppe
The magic of her cock jerking hand worked and Mr. James Wentworth
Preston Junior's boner returned stronger that ever. He and Patty made
their way into the lingerie shoppe and found several pretty girls
anxious to wait on them. Dr. Patty Wentworth chose the mid-twenties
busty bleach-blond manager with a glint in her eye. She took in
Junior's fat cock and Patty's erect nipples, knowing that she was the
`Lady needing some panties' from across the way, and decided that
she'd do anything to be of service to them.
Junior listened in: "No, she was sorry that they didn't have a proper
dressing room for them, but she would bring out a large screen to
offer some privacy while the lady changed into various items. Oh, OK!
If that's what the lady wanted, she sure could put a of chair in there
and, Oh NO! No problem. If the gentleman wanted to sit and watch,
there would be no problem of course! No, they didn't have anything to
drink. Why sure, but of course. She and Mrs. Smithson were close
friends and, no, it wouldn't be a problem to send a girl over to the
dress shoppe for the remaining Champagne. And fresh glasses? Three?
Why no problem at all! Yes ma'am. No ma'am, but I'm sure that Ms.
Davis wouldn't mind a bit. After all, Dr. Wentworth is one of the most
important people at the University and it wouldn't be any problem to
send the bill and deliver the selected items Mrs. Wentworth. Oh,
please excuse me. You're a Doctor too? My, you don't seem bookish at
all!"
<whispered comments then giggles. More whispers. More giggles.>
"Fine. I see. Oh, here's the Champagne. Debbie, take that into the
Gentleman. Yes, Pour it into the three glasses. Thanks Debbie. Right
ma'am. I understand. What would you like to see? Ah, well why don't
we just wander around and select some things you might be interested
in? Yes, yes! I agree. It's so hard for a lady to find just the
right item, to ah. . . . please the gentleman. Right! Right, it's
gotta please you first. Of course you're right! Now, what colors do
you have in mind? I see. You know, I'm like that too. I like all
the colors. Ohh! That one makes your eyes look fabulous! Yes, yes,
that one too. Kelly, Kelly. Come with us and carry Mrs.'s. . . . no,
I mean DOCTOR Wentworth's selections. Right Kelly, keep them grouped
by style, that way Dr. . . . Oh. I'm sorry ma'am. Sure, Patty it'll
be. I like that name; I'm a Patti too! Yes, quite a coincidence.
Here Kelly, take these too. Well, if you can't hold them, take them
over to the table in the back! Really, I try so hard with these
girls."
<more whispers then raucous laughter. More whispers then loud
guffaws.>
<unintelligible>. . . . "yes, I love hard cocks too!" <more giggles
and laughter>
"What's over there? Those are our cover-ups, gowns, and nighties.
Mrs. . . . I mean Patty, let's try on some of the things that we've
already picked out. The cover-ups will have to coordinate with the
under things, know what I mean? If you pick a red teddy, the gown
will need to be the same or complementary color. Right? Let's go get
a sip of champagne. I could use one. OK?"
Patti and Patty joined Junior by the Champagne and a pile of gauzy
female things.
"Patty, this is James. He's a distant cousin of my husband and is
such a dear to help me out today during my time of need. He's so
sweet!"
Patty bent to kiss his cheek, showed him her tits again and whispered
in his ear: "I'm gonna suck you like there's no tomorrow!"
James looked up to Patti as his dick throbbed again to fullness.
"Patti, pleased I'm sure. Perhaps we could have one or two more
chairs so we can all rest a bit."
Patti called out to Kelly and Debbie to bring two more chairs, which
they promptly did. The three sat and clinked glasses to `naughty
nighties and women who wear them'.
Junior asked Patti; "With a `y' or an `i'?"
Patti was mystified and Patty choked on her Champaign, then caught up
in giggles.
"Your name," Junior pressed, "Do you spell Patti with a `y' or an
`i'?"
"Oh, oh, I'm with you now. I spell it with an `i'!"
"Good. Two Pats. One's a Pat `i' and one's a Pat `y'! See, now if
there's a power failure I'll be able to tell you two apart in the
dark!"
Slap! Slap! Two smacks on his thighs, one from each woman.
"You'd better do better than that!" Patty exclaimed.
"Yeah! Look here at these jugs," Patti cupped her big bust thru her
sweater, "you couldn't ever miss these!"
Junior gulped, decided to quit while he was ahead, muttering "we'll
see."
Patty grabbed Patti's hand and took her over to the selection table
saying, "There better not be any `power failure' while my back is
turned! Come on Patti, let's see what kind of hot stuff we got here!"
Junior sat in amazement as Patti gasped when Patty dropped her
sundress, standing nude in front of them both.
So Patty asked her if "Nudity was prohibited in lingerie shops here?"
"No, it's perfectly legal, but what about James?"
"I don't think James is going to strip, are you James?"
Junior carefully thought his answer out, replying: "No, not unless
there's a pressing need for me to disrobe."
Patti missed the sexual reference and pushed the issue: "I mean,
you're related and he's not your husband. Won't he mind?"
Patty, realizing how dumb Patti must really be, answered with another
question to Junior: "James. Do you think your loving cousin, my dear
husband, might object to you not getting naked with me here in Patti's
shoppe?"
Patti sputtered: "No! NO! That's not. . . . "
Junior cut her off with: "Patti! I think cousin Robert has an open
mind and that he wouldn't be upset if I had to get naked to please the
lady in charge here!"
Patti's eyes went wide, then narrowed to little slits. "Oh, you two!
A pressing need huh! To please the lady in charge, huh! Listen, if
you want to see some naked bodies, let me lock up and you'll see some
nudity, buddy! Kelly, Debbie, it's party time! We're officially
closed as of now! Get back there and show Mr. `loving cousin' what
hot tits and pussy really mean! Now, go on! Strip for the nice man!"
Patty made a small smile, shrugged her shoulders, and mouthed "Oh my!
What have we done now?"
The two shoppe girls arrived and nervously began to remove their
clothes, taking undue care to make sure each piece was exactly folded
properly, making two or three attempts at it. They'd only gotten to
their blouses when Patti got back with a bottle of whiskey and paper
cups. "Here ya go! Drinks on the house!"
Patti eyed the girls with contempt. "Come on girls. You don't think
twice about striping down after work to play lingerie slut with me;
now that we've got a proper man here to show off in front of, you both
get skittish. What's the problem? Scared? What can he do? There's
four of us and only one of him. Now get those bras and pants and
skirts off. Shoes too. Ok, Ok, leave your socks on your poor little
cold feet. Quit stalling and let me see some hot pussy!"
They both were nude, but shy and scared. Junior tried to defuse the
situation by suggesting a more suitable ambiance: "What say we set the
mood better by turning out the lights and. . . . "
Patty moved to his side and punched his arm; Hard!
"Hey, what did I say about power failures? Cousin or no cousin,
you're gonna get a wallop for sure if you persist in this line of
discussion. <whispering now: if you want to mess around with second
rate trash, that's fine with me! But, not while I'm around! What an
insult!>"
Patti quizzed us both: "What do ya mean, insult? Who's insulting
whom?"
Junior covered quickly: "No, incense, not insult! And candles.
You've piles of them here and I bet the gals would feel better about
things with some nice smells and less light. Overhead florescent
lamps are great for selling, but not for sexing!"
"Oh, good idea. Girls, gather up some candles and incense. I'll go
in the back and find some matches and metal trays for them to sit on
and not burn up the place!"
Junior wasn't sure how Patty felt about all this and looked up to her
for guidance. He looked into her eyes and raised and eyebrow of
speculation. She glanced around nervously and then sat down on his
lap and snuggled into him, seemingly for warmth. He stroked her
shoulder, across her back, down to her butt. Her skin was smooth and
warm; he began to think about how other parts of her felt. Then she
got two hands on his cock thru his slacks and started to pump it.
"Hey Mister sausage man, is this the sausage Mommy gets each week?
She says it's the best there is. It sure feels big and hot. Oh, it
feels like its getting bigger. Can you make your sausage grow Mister
sausage man? It must be a magic sausage!"
Junior pulled her chin around to kiss her deep and hot. All day this
minx had been teasing him and his nerves were getting frazzled! He
was getting to the `Fuck or Swim' point. Still she pumped him. Not
to be outdone, Junior eased his hand over to one of her fat tits.
"Say little girl," he cooed to her as he palmed her boobs, "my Daddy
says that you've got the best melons on the block. Is that right?"
Junior teased one nipple hard, then the next. "Oh my! These melons
have bumps on them. Maybe they're not so good after all? My Daddy
says that if melons got bumps on them, they needed to be given the old
tongue test! Now get your arm out of the way so I can taste test your
fat melons."
Just as Junior leaned in to get a taste, the girls came back with the
incense, candles, and metal pie pans to set them in.
"Hey Patti," one of them yelled, "you were right. They're starting
without us!"
Patty pushed him aside and helped the girls set the candles around,
with the incense, and waited for Patti to bring the matches. Patti
arrived with a box of matches and a large piece of fur.
"This is genuine fake fur," she giggled. "What ever it is it'll be
better that the cheap carpet on the floor. Light those candles
girls, I'll go get the lights."
Patti dashed away and the lights went off as the girls lit the candles
and the incense. Patty stood in the middle holding the fake fur
against her body. She draped it around her shoulders and coaxed the
girls to move nearer Junior.
"Come here girls. Sit on James's lap and hold his sausage. See, it
won't hurt you. James won't hurt you either. See how big his sausage
is? Well, you two should sit there rub it until it gets so big and
hard and hot that James moans. Then you'll know you've made him feel
really, really, good. OK? Will you do that for me?"
They nodded in unison. One asked "What about Patti? Do you have a
sausage for her to play with?"
"No," Patty smiled at them, "but we do have melons to play with!"
Patti returned and eyed the situation. Perplexed, she looked at Patty
for direction. Patty took her hand and said: "The girls are playing
with the sausage and we're gonna play with the melons!"
Patty pushed her hands under Patti's sweater and pushed it up and over
her head. Her huge tits were encased in a monster bra, the largest
one Junior had ever seen. Patty was a little awed by what she saw but
decided to throw caution to the wind. Cupping her hands around the
tips of each mound, Patty sought the nipples to tease and twist.
"Unhook this thing," Patty told Patti as she mouthed the nipples thru
the bra material. Patty expected something better that this cheap
cotton/nylon sling of an undergarment on this woman who ran an
expensive lingerie shoppe. Patti finally got the last hook undone
and the whole mass of it sagged forwarded without the powerful elastic
band holding it tightly to Patti's torso.
"Ahhhhh!" Patti said as her huge boobs were released from confinement.
Patty held as much as she could hold of each tit and stared at the
multiple sharp red lines where the bra had cut and pinched Patti all
day.
"Good Lord woman, what have you done to yourself. All these sharp red
lines where that bra is cutting you. Don't they hurt?"
"Well, sure, but that's the price I pay for being well endowed!"
"Hell!," Patty replied. "Who ever told you that was a liar. Look
here!" Patty pointed at her own chest. "My boobs are almost as big as
yours, but they don't sag or hang down like yours. Have you been
mashing your breasts in a restricting bra ever since they got big when
you were a kid? No shit? Well no wonder you're a mess. Listen
you've been royally fucked over by who ever told you that shit. Look,
use two hands and hold one tit up next to mine. See, yours aren't
that much bigger that mine but they're totally without muscle tone.
They're absolutely with out shape or form. You've mashed them into
nothing but mounds of muscle-less flab. Christ! You poor woman."
Patti started crying and Patty pulled her down onto the fake fur where
she cuddled her and stroked her softly, cooing soothing words to her.
"It's OK. We can fix this! Out on the coast there's all sorts of
gals who've been lied to, tricked, and deceived about their breasts.
I've got a book at home, somewhere, that shows all the female chest
muscle groups and simple, easy exercises to restore and tone the
muscles. And I've got a good friend who will come out, take some
measurements and photos and he'll custom design a bra for you that
will make you look beautiful and never cut you like that piece of shit
you've been wearing. Yes, yes. It's gonna be OK. We'll work
together to get you fixed up. Now don't start crying, I need you to
make me feel good. Yes, that's right. Suck on my nipple just like
that. Ahhh!! Now you're doing it good. Oh yes, that's it. So nice.
Such a good tit sucker. That's the way. Good girl, you make me all
tingly."
Junior eyed the girls in front of him and wondered what was going on.
The lesbian action only fired him up except for the two bouncing girls
on his knees. Although they had dressed and acted younger, he
guessed that their age to be in the late teens, or early twenties.
They both had apple size tits and wore no make-up. Their skin was
without any tan and evenly milk white. Neither had any blemishes on
their bodies; he saw neither freckles nor acne. They shyly had their
hands on his hard-on encased in his pants, not moving, but looking at
him for directions or guidance.
Junior wasn't turned on by these girls and would have preferred to be
without them. Then Patty and Patti changed positions and began to
mouth each other's cunts. 69 action always got Junior hot; his cock
pulsed with his lust. Kelly felt the throb and looked up to him with
a smile. Debbie didn't seem to be feeling or seeing anything. Junior
reached under Debbie's arm to get at her tit and she turned away,
avoiding his touch.
"Well Debbie! I suppose that you'd prefer to be down on the fur,
eating pussy?"
The girl turned to Junior and nodded.
"Then get down there and use your tongue!" he said as he pushed her
down to the floor. Debbie quickly got her mouth into the action and
licked what ever tit or ass or pussy she could.
Junior then tried to get to Kelly's tits and, even though she was
jerking his cock, she wouldn't let him at her boobs either.
"Phooey, you're a girl lover too? Go on, get down there yourself!"
Kelly joined the pussy, tit, and ass licking group. Junior watched
them gang up on Patty; she was new to the group and they especially
wanted to taste her. Debbie was sucking her clit while ramming two
fingers in her love hole, Kelly was also underneath her licking and
sucking her tits, face, and mouth, while Patti had spread her ass
cheeks so she could get all of her tongue into Patty's ass. After a
whole day of sexual teasing, Patty began to orgasm in convulsions.
Her pussy juices gushed over Debbie's face as she howled her pleasure
into Kelly's ravishing mouth. Patti got her tongue caught in her
clasping asshole then pulled back to let Patty roll to her side in a
fetal position, gasping for breath. The three lingerie sluts reformed
themselves into mutual kissing and fingering, letting Patty finished
panting and collection her wits.
Patty opened her eyes and spied Junior sitting alone watching the
girls play. She got up and sat down on Junior's lap, nuzzling his
neck as she traced his hard-on with a fingernail.
"Well big boy, I got my cum but it doesn't seem like you got any
satisfaction. Wow! I really had a big one. Want me to take care of
you? If you're as hot as I was it won't take any time at all. Let's
see, it's only 4:30 and. . . . Oh! Shit! Bob's going to be home
soon! Damn! We're late! Real late! Shit! We gotta go!!"
Patty jumped up, found her dress and sandals, put them on, and quickly
sorted thru the lingerie they'd picked out. Patty grabbed two
handfuls of stuff and gave them to Junior.
"Take these up front and put them in some bags. We can't carry them
out loose. I'll tell Patti"
They turned to the girls. They had arranged themselves in a classic
three way suck. Kelly was tending to Patti's clit, Patti was sucking
Debbie, and Debbie was locked onto Kelly's pussy. Nothing but moans
and slurps could be heard. It was obvious that they were going to be
a while and needn't be broken up.
"Let's go," Patty decided. "I'll leave her a note on one of Bob's
cards."
They went to the front. Junior put the garments into several store
bags as Patty wrote Patti a quick note that she'd be back in the next
day to pick out some more selections and settle up. They unlocked the
door and went back to the car.
"Where to now, my satisfied shopper?" Junior joked with Patty when
they were ready to leave the parking lot of the shops.
"Yeah, well. . . . I did sort of get carried away there." Patty
admitted. "That Patti sure has a sweet pussy. I think she must
douche with strawberry or something like that. But that Debbie sure
knows how to suck cunt! She had me cumming almost immediately. Ha!
I guess I woke the dead with all my yelling? Patti must have shoved
four inches of tongue up my ass. God! What a combination! Kelly on
my tits, Debbie on my clit, and Patti up my ass! Maybe we could make
some money renting them out to lonely faculty wives!"
"You're right, of course." Junior told her. "You'd be the most popular
hostess until the Good Old Boys found out and sent you to the
hoosecowl!"
"Ok, ok! Let's go. I've got to get home. I've got all these new
clothes and the least I can do, since he's going to pay for them, is
get in one for him to show hubby where his money went."
"Where is it?" Junior asked. "I mean, where do you and Professor
Wentworth live?"
"Oh, Damn. I don't know the address yet. I wrote it down but I
didn't bring it with me. Rats! Don't you know where your `favorite'
Professor lives?"
"Uh, no. I mean he's never invited me over and I never snooped and I.
. . . ah, well."
"All right. I know it's away from the University off a major street.
Drive back to downtown and we'll follow the main street until that
corner with three gas stations and a drug store. Do you know that
corner? We drove by there last night after he picked my up at the
airport. We went right by it today; when you were driving me around.
Remember?"
"Well, I. . . . ah. . . . " Junior stammered.
"Junior! You don't get around at all, do you!" she laughed at his
worried face. "If you get us there, I know I'll find the street as we
drive up. Hey! I got that map; let me find it and see."
Patty found the map and thought it was one of several streets running
from the center of the town uphill, away from the University area.
Junior found his way back downtown and as they pulled up to the three-
gas-stations-and-a-drugstore corner, she yelled: "This is it! Turn
right. Turn right up at the corner. Yes, this is it! Hill Street!
How Cleaver of the town fathers. Go up the hill and. . . . yes!. . .
. this is it! Keep going. Right. Keep going. No, don't turn right.
Not here. Oh, sorry. I didn't mean turn right. I meant that this is
the right way! Good. . . . I'll say good. Ok? We're getting close.
Up there. Where that taxi is pulling in. That's it!" she assumed a
movie detective voice: "Follow that cab!"
It was a left turn onto a woodsy street named Whispering Pines Trail.
If fact, it was quite rural. Not many homes and those were set back
quite a ways from the road. It was a `road', not a street. There
were no sidewalks, curbs, or streetlights. The edge of the road were
ditches. They were definitely out-of-town up here.
"Nine! The house is number nine! I remember now. I made a joke that
there must be only nine whispering pines! See? Right! Some big
joke! Ha, ha! Ok, it's just up ahead. On the right. Up the hill.
There's a big rock on either side of the driveway. With two of those
red markers."
Junior found it and drove up thru the tall pine trees. The drive
twisted around and crossed the front of the house at a wide circular
turn around area and continued around to the side, where presumably
were the garages. At the front door a big black cab driver was
ringing the bell, holding several boxes from the dress shop. Junior
stopped and Patty hopped out.
"My dresses! My dresses! My beautiful dresses. Thank you mister.
Thanks a lot. If I'd have missed you I would have just died! Oh, let
me get the key. I know I didn't forget that. Junior? Junior, come
help! Take the boxes from the nice man and I'll. . . .Oh! More boxes?
Sure, sure. They're all mine. Ok, let me get the door."
Junior did what he could. Mostly he watched Patty's tits bounce
around as she happily tried to do everything at once. First she got
her key, then dropped it as she tried to carry too many boxes, then
the cabbie dropped his boxes when Patty bent over to pick up her key
and showed him her tits. In a few minutes, during which both Junior
and the cabbie got nice hardons, everything got sorted out. The door
got open, the parcels got delivered, and the driver explained that the
fare had been paid.
"Did the dress shop give him a tip? NO! Those cheap so-and-so's.
Well, I've got nothing to give you. Junior? Junior! Do you have some
money I can use to give the nice man a tip? Well, get out your
wallet and let's see. No, that's not enough. Oh, here's a twenty.
Give it to the nice man. Yes. yes. Well, he came out here into these
lonely woods to help little ole' me. Isn't he sweet! Oh, it's
Charlie! Your card? Taxi drivers have business cards? Well, isn't
this nice. Sure, if I need a cab, I'll call. Cell phone? In your
cab? How nice! Ok, you bet! I'll call and talk to you if I need a
ride. Right! In fact, why don't you be here at 10 o'clock tomorrow
morning. I'll need to go back to that shop again in the morning.
OK?. . . . ah. . . . Charlie? A date! We've got a shopping date. Ok
Charlie?"
Patty turned on her smile and southern belle voice: "You'll come for
me, won't you Charlie? You're so big and strong! You'll protect me
from those nasty shop keepers and evil merchants! Won't you Charlie?"
Patty's voice dripped sex.
"Yes ma'am. Yes ma'am, I'll be real prompt. Right at ten. Sharp.
Yes ma'am!" Charlie stammered and almost fell on his ass off the
steps as he backed down to his cab. He got in, closed his door,
adjusted his crotch, and pulled around the circle with a wave and a
toot of his horn as he left.
Junior couldn't help laughing and almost stumbled himself as he moved
to his car while chiding Patty: "You're a little minx! Giving
Charlie a big hardon! AND a twenty dollar tip on a seven dollar fare.
You'd better be careful with him. This isn't California. Small town
mid-America is still very snobbish about pretty little white wives of
University Professors playing sexy games with local black cab drivers.
I bet you he's on his car phone already telling his buddies about his
big tip and your big tits! He'll be here for sure tomorrow, wanting
more of what you've got. You'd better. . . . "
"Where the hell are you going?" Patty demanded as she grabbed his arm.
"And I do have to have a cab to get around until my car gets here on
Friday! I can't rely on you; you've got labs to get ready and classes
to go to. . . . "
She turned to him with a horrible face: "Oh NO! You missed your
classes! It's all my fault! Well, you're staying now for sure! I
just wanted Bob to give you back the tip money, but now it's a lot
more. He'll just have to give you a note for those two classes you
missed. You know, something that says that you were busy doing chores
for him and not to punish you for missing classes and. . . . "
"It's Ok," Junior replied. "We can take care of that tomorrow. I'm
sure that Bob. . . . er Dr. Wentworth, and I can fix everything up in
the morning."
"Oh Junior, don't make me cry!". . . . sniff. . . . sniff. . . .
"You've been so nice and it was such a wonderful day and I couldn't
have done it without you and. . . . " sniff. . . . sniff. . . . "I
just want to be nice to you. You can't run off now! Bob will be here
soon and you can't leave here like a rousted rabbit when I want to
show him what a wonderful cousin he has and everything. . . . OH
Please! Don't go! Stay for a little while; at least until Bob gets
here and I get a chance to tell him. . . . " sniff. . . . sniff. . .
.
She had a grip on Junior's shirt front, her head buried against his
chest, and was wiping her tits on his belly like they were sniffing!
A guy can only take so much!
"Ok, I'll stay!" Junior conceded. "But only for a while. You only
just got here and I'm sure your husband would want to be alone with
you."
"Great!," Patty and her tits bounced with the good news. She grabbed
his hand and pulled him back to the house into the foyer.
End Chapter 6
***********************My Dear Readers******************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the
21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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