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                          Young Again
                           By Ted E. Bear     

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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS
ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are
not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read
any further.
If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work.    Copyright 2001 by Ted
E. Bear
Reposting or any other use of it is strictly
prohibited without the
express, written permission of the copyright holder,
except that it
may be posted as part of a  review or posted to a
free-access,
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DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to
anyone either
alive or dead is purely coincidental.

Please!        Give me your comments!

Email to "Ted E. Bear" tedebear690@yahoo.com
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                      Chapter 2 ended with:

Dawn came all too early, for the now hooked on sex
woman. Her having gone from orgasm to
the next, all night long, kept her from realizing just
how long she had been fucking him, with all
three of her orifices.  When he finally got off of
her, her muscles did let her know just how well
fucked she actually was.  She was sore all over,
inside and out, but she felt a real good sort of
tired as well.  As he left, she fell asleep, and when
she would awaken, she'd feel as if she hadn't
even done it, although she would remember it well, in
vivid detail, especially her orgasms.
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			Chapter 3 - The Beginning of Her New Life


Jennifer awoke with a start.  Someone was continuously
ringing her doorbell.  She was groggy,
having just awoken from the sleep of the dead.  She
pulled herself out of bed and automatically
slipped her high heels on and a sheer robe.  Although
it wouldn't hide a thing, at least she had
something on.

She looked through the peep hole and groaned, it was
that cranky old man from next door.  What
did he want from her now, in the middle of the day,
after she had been up all night fucking?

Putting a sweet smile on her face, she opened the door
and asked, "How can I help you today,
Mr. Watson?"

The man stood there, his mouth hanging open as if he
were trying to catch flies.  His eyes
burning into her flesh as they very noticeably moved
between her breasts and her hairless crotch.

"Uh Mr. Watson, what were you ringing my door bell
for?" she asked again, as she
unconsciously spread her legs even wider apart to give
him a better view.

She mentally blushed, as she was no longer allowed to
show such an emotion outwardly.  She 
was completely embarrassed, standing in the wide open
door, in nothing but a sheer robe, which
her neighbor could obviously see right through, a pair
of 5" heels and to help him get a more
obscene view of her crotch, she had just spread her
legs wider apart for him.  No wonder the man
couldn't talk.  She just hoped that he didn't have a
heart attack while standing there ogling her
body.

"Mr. Watson!" she exclaimed louder, hoping to break
his reverie.

"Oh yes.  Remember I warned you about screwing around.
 I said that if I caught you whoring
around here in the neighborhood, that I'd give you a
choice of screwing me, or having me call the
police on you.  So which is it going to be?"  He
asked, with a very nasty tone in his voice.

"Uh Mr. Watson, you woke me up from a sound sleep to
make your false accusations?" she
asked, still with a sweet voice and still with a sweet
smile on her face, although she was dying
inside from embarrassment.

"I saw that man who came here about 7:00 last night,
and caught him sneaking out this morning
at 6:00.  I would have come over earlier, but I
figured you needed the rest, so I waited until now. 
So which is going to be girly, the cops or a toss in
the sack with me?" he demanded.

She tried to say that it was just her boy friend, but
the words wouldn't come out, instead she
ended up saying, "Why don't you come in so that we can
discuss this civilly?"

Mr. Watson brushed past her, his arm pressing against
her huge tits as he did.

Putting her sweetest of smiles on her face she said,
"Mr. Watson, you don't need to threaten me
with the police to get me into bed, but please, the
next time, let me get my sleep in."

Her words shocked both of them. Mr. Watson because he
didn't expect his voluptuous neighbor
to give in so easily, and Jennifer because she quickly
realized how easy it would be for anyone to
get her to bed from now on.

She took his hand and led him back to her bedroom,
apologizing for the mess, and her bed was a
mess.  The bedding was soaked from both her and the
devil's fuck juices from the night before
and the room wreaked of sex, something Jennifer hadn't
noticed when she went to get the door
out of her sound sleep.

She began helping Mr. Watson undress while his hands
went right to her tits, pawing and
kneading them like so much dough.  When he was naked,
she got him to lay on the bed as she
crawled up between his legs to start giving him a blow
job.  Not only could she smell his oldness,
but he must of have been working out in his yard all
morning and stank of sweat as well.  But
none of that mattered to the twenty year old woman, as
she worked on getting his cock to come
to life.  Although she and the devil had done many
things the night before, getting him hard was
not one of them, and she surprised herself at how many
little tricks she knew to get a man's
flaccid cock to complete erection.  It was the little
things that she was doing with her tongue, the
way she moved her head around in little semi-circles
around his cock as she pumped her head up
and down on his cock, the way she was playing with his
ball sacks and squeezing his balls, firmly
but gently, and the way she was running her other hand
over his belly.  All these things combined
to get the old man hard faster than he had in years.

Although she was doing all of these tactile things to
him, what really got him hard was a secret
ingredient, that neither truly noticed.  It was the
pheromones she was giving off as her
humiliation forced her to get sexually excited.  So
strong were her pheromones, that she would
be able to get a man, who hadn't been able to achieve
an erection in a decade, get as hard as he
did as a teenager.  It would allow men, like Mr.
Watson, who hadn't been able to quickly recover
for a second round in over twenty years, to keep
getting his cock hard enough to have sex with
Jennifer at least half a dozen times in one night, if
he so desired.

When Mr. Watson was hard enough, Jennifer squatted
over his hips and mounted him, impaling
herself fully on his now steel rod hard prick. She
slowly raised and lowered herself onto his
impaling weapon, feeling every vein, bump and other
nuance of his circumcised cock as she did.
Mr. Watson too, was feeling things that he hadn't felt
in years, maybe even decades.  He could
feel Jennifer's cunt running up and down his shaft,
opening up widely as she impaled herself on
him and clamping down tightly, as if not to let his
cock escape her cavity as she pulled herself
back up off of him.

At first he lay there, almost passively watching in
awe as this girl, young enough to be his grand
daughter, almost young enough to be his great grand
daughter, fucking herself on his prick as if
they were lovers.  The subject of his lust filled
stare was obvious, her two huge breasts with their
large, puffy, coral colored areola, tipped with her
long, thick erect nipples.  They were like a
hypnotist's pendulum to him, as his eyes followed her
outrageously long nipples wherever they
went.  

This didn't go unnoticed by Jennifer, who looked down
to see what his eyes were following. 
Again she mentally blushed in embarrassment, as the
man stared at her sexually freak of nature
nipples.  For reasons she couldn't understand, she
reached down, picked up his hands and placed
his forefingers and thumbs on her nipples and, almost
in a whisper, asked him "Squeeze them
hard, so hard that hurts real good."

Mr. Watson couldn't believe that she was asking him to
do this, but eagerly complied with her
wishes, pinching them as hard as he could between his
fingers.  Like an electric jolt, the pain shot
through her chest and quickly turned into pleasure as
it shot down to her clit, making it get even
harder and longer than it already was in it's high
excited state, and then it began vibrating
maddingly.  It both pained her and aroused her in
equal doses, and made her begin to fuck him
even faster.

She leaned slightly more forward, both to give Mr.
Watson easier access to her nipples to abuse
them, and to cause her clit to rub over his cock as
she pumped herself up and down on his rock
hard shaft.  She could feel the now familiar knot
building in her guts, signaling her oncoming
orgasm.

"Oh grandpa!" she exclaimed in a little girl's voice,
"You're going to make me cum!  I'm so
close, so very close!"

Her calling him 'grandpa' in that high pitched little
girl's voice really got to him.  For a moment,
he even envisioned that Jennifer was indeed his
granddaughter and what they were doing was so
morally wrong, but it also excited the dickens out of
him.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Jennifer squealed in
delight as her orgasm washed over her.

For a moment she froze, her cunt clamping down so
tightly on the old man, that he thought for
just the briefest of moments that her cunt was going
to physically damage his rock hard prick,
and then she was pumping herself up and down his shaft
like there was no tomorrow, her pussy
milking his cock for all it was worth.  That proved
too much for the man and his seed shot up
from his balls and rocketed out through the end of his
prick like it hadn't done since he was
twenty-something, fifty years ago.  Jennifer, feeling
his cum exploding into her, immediately
went into another orgasm, even more powerful than the
first one.

"Oh yes grandpa!  Pump it into me!  Make your little
girl pregnant!" she exhorted over and over
again, still using the little girl's voice, until he
quit shooting his sperm into her.

Although he wouldn't have minded taking another go at
her, it would have to wait until another
time.  Not that his prick went soft, because it
hadn't, but rather because he was physically and
emotionally spent.  Jennifer never stopped fucking
him, until he asked her to please stop, he had
to rest.

After getting off of him, and letting him rest for a
minute on her bed, she asked, "Would you like
to go take a shower with me?"

It sounded good to him so he agreed and then went into
her shower.  Jennifer washed his body,
spending inordinate amounts of time on his cock, balls
and anus, and he washed her body,
including shampooing her long hair, and he returned
the favor, spending a long time washing her
tits, cunt and ass.  The talked and laughed, well
actually Jennifer giggled a lot, the whole time
that they were in the shower.  Eventually they got out
and dried each other off, then Mr. Watson
got dressed to go home.

Before he left, Jennifer asked, putting on her
innocent little girl's voice again, "Since we're going
to become real close friends anyway, would you mind if
I called you grandpa?  Mine are both
dead, and like you could sort of adopt me as your
granddaughter."

It was as if she had just sucked him hard again, he
got an instant erection hearing her ask him the
question.  The thought of pretending to adopt this
gorgeous, sexy woman as his granddaughter,
and then fucking her regularly was a real big turn on
to him, and he readily agreed.  Jennifer gave
him a big hug, squeezing her huge mammaries against
his chest and planting a passionate French
kiss on his lips as she thanked him for accepting her
offer.

When he had left, she was totally confused.  She felt
used, degraded and completely embarrassed
over how she had acted with the nasty, grumpy, OLD man
next door, especially that scene just
before he left where she had asked him to be her
grandfather, with that little girl voice she had
used.  She felt like she had acted like a slut, a big
slut, and she couldn't stop herself from doing
so. Yet at the same time, she couldn't deny, that she
had enjoyed every minute of their sexual
coupling, and even their shower together afterwards.

"Well," she thought to herself with a sigh, "she
better clean up her bedroom.  She certainly didn't
want to sleep in a wet bed tonight." and went in
stripped the sheets off, throwing them into the
washing machine and then putting fresh sheets on her
bed.

Just as she finished making her bed, the door bell
rang.  "Who could that be now?" she wondered
to herself as she went to see who was at the door,
still dressed in just her sheer robe and high
heeled shoes.

Peering through the peep hole, she saw five teenaged
boys standing in front of her door.  She
groaned, knowing what was likely to come of this if
she opened the door, which she was already
in the process of doing.  She opened the door wide,
just as she had with Mr. Watson, and stood
there where all the boys could get a good look at her
luscious body.

"Yes, may I help you?" she asked innocently.

Just like with Mr. Watson, the five teenagers stood
there staring with their mouths open as if they
were trying to catch flies, unable to take their eyes,
or their minds, off of her body. 

"BOYS!" Jennifer exclaimed, and quickly added, "May I
help you."

"You're fuckin' beautiful!" one boy exclaimed.

Another, less mesmerized and at the back of the group,
began pushing the other forward, into her
house.  Once inside he said, with a shit eating grin
on his face,  "We understand that you're
giving free sex lessons."

Outwardly the boys saw a sexy smile come across her
face, but inwardly she was groaning, "Oh
no!  Not that!" and then heard herself saying, "Why I
was planning to do that, but I didn't think
anyone knew yet."

"Well we're here to learn!" said the other boy 

Jennifer was surprised to hear herself respond, "And
learn you will!  So let's start out with, have
any of you boys seen a naked woman before?"

The boys looked from one to the other and shook their
heads.

"Alright then we'll start there, because if you don't
know what the territory is, you can't properly
explore it, now can you?  While I take off my robe,
why don't you boys all get yourselves
naked." she instructed them.

All she had to do was to shrug off her skimpy robe,
but they had socks, shoes, jeans, underwear
and t-shirts to get off, and they did so remarkably
fast.  When every one was naked, Jennifer, still
in her high heeled shoes, slowly turned to let the
boys feast their young eyes on her remarkable
body.

"Now, while I'm older than the girls you will be going
out with, I'm also curvier, and I'm sure,
that I have much larger breasts than most women
period, much less the girls that you will go out
with."  The boys all mumbled in agreement, their eyes
fastened on her huge tits and nipples.

"And as you can see, I shave my pussy hairs off, so
that you have no trouble seeing or feeling
your way around between my legs.  Most girls that you
go out with, will have hair, as not too
many women enjoy showing off what they have between
their legs and in fact consider their
ability to have hair between their legs the same as
you feel about wanting to have to shave your
faces everyday.  Since we're all standing, form a line
and each of you will get to feel my breasts. 
Just remember, treat them as you would your pricks. No
super rough playing with them!"

The boys quickly lined up, pushing each other to get
closer to the front of the line.  When they
were lined up, the first boy stepped forward, gently
touching and prodding her G-cup sized tits.

"I didn't say treat them like they were going to
break, just don't get too rough with them." she
instructed the fourteen year old boy running his hands
over them, but as eager as he was to touch
them, he was still being too tentative with them, for
her tastes.

With a look of exasperation on her face she said,
"O.K., I'll walk you through it.  First cup them
in your hands from underneath them." and waited for
the boy to comply, "Now lift them.  Feel
their weight, and these are no light weights, trust me
on this issue, because I have to carry them
around 24/7/365 on my chest.  I feel their weight all
of the time."

The boy did as she had instructed and had cupped them
in his hands and was lifting them up to
feel how heavy they were, and she was right, they were
really heavy, for tits.

"Now squeeze them to feel how firm they are.  Not too
hard, but not too softly either." she
instructed.  And the boy did as she told him to.

"Now run your hands over the skin of my breasts, then
my areolas (pointing at them) and finally
my nipples, to see the differences." she said, and he
did, making her shiver at his light touch, her
erect nipples getting even harder.

Although she was outwardly acting as if she were
teaching sex-ed in some high school, inwardly,
she was highly embarrassed, standing there naked, in
front of five equally naked teenaged boys
telling them how to play with her body.

"Now cup your hands again, facing them towards my
breasts, so that my nice long, thick nipples
are in the palms of your hands." and waited for him to
get positioned right before continuing,
"Now squeeze!"

"No harder!  They won't break or fall off, I promise
you."

"O.K., Now squeeze like you are doing .... release
.... squeeze again.  Keep on doing that until I
tell you to stop." she said, enjoying the way the
young boy was playing with her huge tits.

After letting him do this for quite a while, she
realized that she'd have to move on, after all this
was just the first of five boys.  

"O.K. now grasp my nipples between your thumbs and
forefingers, pinch them gently..... O.K.
now twirl them in your grasp .... OOOOHHH GOD THAT
FEELS SO GOOD!  O.K. next!"

She repeated it with each of the boys, some needing
more instructions than the others.

"O.K. seeing as time is running short, let's get on to
the fucking.  I'm going to get down on my
hands and knees.  One of you will kneel behind me and
stick your dick into me." she said, as the
boys all cheered the decision.

Jennifer knelt down on the carpeting.  The shy boy who
had been the first to play with her tits
knelt down behind her.  As her legs were spread wide
apart and her back arched, sending her ass
high into the air, her fuck hole was easy to see. 
Holding his prick, he lined himself up and
shoved it into her wet, but otherwise unprepared pussy
in one quick shove.  Since he only had a
thin five inch cock, Jennifer barely felt his
entrance.  As the boy began ramming his cock in and
out of her pussy, she began rocking back and forth in
time with his strokes, her cunt opening
wide for him to send it into her and clamping down as
he tried to pull out.

He was so hot that it only took a few strokes to get
him off, as he flooded her pussy with his
semen.  The other four didn't last any longer either
and Jennifer was left frustrated from not
getting off, but it was getting late and the boys had
to go.  She'd have to teach them next time
how to please her, as well as themselves, if she was
going to have to have regular sex with them.

Right after the boys left, the phone rang, her first
call from her Internet and print ads, that the
devil had placed on her behalf. 

"Hello." she said.

"Is this the service?" a strange man asked.

"Service?  What service?" she replied, not realizing
that it was one of her ads.

"Do you have an ad on the Internet?" the man asked.

"Yes." she replied hesitantly.

"Oh, you're answering your own calls." the man replied
with relief in his voice.

"Yes." she replied confidently, now knowing where this
call was going.

"I wanted to know first, if the picture and the
measurement's listed on the Internet is really you?"
he queried.

Not knowing for sure, but reasonably certain that the
devil would have placed accurate
information, she replied, "Yes and it's all me too. 
No fake boobs here."

There was a pause and then the man asked, "So what do
you charge?"

"A simple slam-bam-thank-you-mam is $150 here at my
house. If you want me by the hour, I
charge $300 per hour." she said, not even having to
think twice about the rates she'd never had to
quote before.

"Well where do you live?" he asked.

"In the Kendall section of town." she replied.

"That's not too far.  I guess I'll come visit you. 
What's you're address?" he asked.

"Are you coming over right now?" she asked, instead of
answering his question.

"No, maybe an hour from now." he replied.

"Well, when you are ready, give me a call and I'll
give you the address.  A girl can't be too
careful you know." she replied.

"Alright, I'll call you back in an hour."  He said and
hung up the phone.

"Oh good!" she thought to herself, "After fucking the
devil all night long, I've had to fuck Mr.
Watson and five boys so far, and now this stranger is
calling about coming over and fucking me
tonight.  Well I better get the place presentable and
get some dinner going or I'll never get to eat
anything tonight."

An hour later, on the dot, the man called back and she
gave him her address.  He said that it
would take him half an hour from where he was, as
there were so many traffic lights between
where he was and where she lived.  Her bedroom was
back in order and she sat down to eat, so
that she could at least have that out of the way
before he arrived.

Her door bell rang, and she went to answer it.  She
had put some clothes on to meet him, though
they didn't leave much to the imagination, since she
wasn't wearing either a bra or panties.  She
had unconsciously dressed as a school girl, in a sheer
white, see-through blouse, that was at least
a size too small, forcing her to leave all of the
buttons from the bottoms of her breasts up undone,
and really short, tight in the hips, plaid skirt.  On
her feet she wore white socks with a lace edge
around the tops, folded down, and what looked like
little girls shiny black patent leather shoes,
except that these ones had a four inch stiletto heel
to them.  Her clothes gave her an erotic school
girl look, albeit one that would have never been
allowed in a real school.

She opened the door, with her now almost constant,
seductive smile on her face and asked, "Are
you Mr. Miller?"

The man's face showed his pleasantly surprised shock
as his eyes bugged out of his head as he
starred at her huge tits and super long nipples. 
"Yes." came the reply and she let him in.

The man was nothing special.  He was neither short nor
tall, a little over weight, but not overly
so.  He was neither handsome nor ugly, kind of
average.  After a few cordial comments back and
forth, Jennifer said, "I assume you still want just a
quick toss in the hay?"

The married man, embarrassed about having to see a
whore to relieve his sexual tensions, since
his wife no longer would allow him sex save for four
times a year, his birthday, Father's Day,
Christmas, and some time in the fall, simply nodded
his head.  

She then said, "We need to take care of the financial
part and then we can go back to my
bedroom."

The man took out his wallet and counted off seven $20
bills and added a $10.  She then took his
hand and led him back into her bedroom.  As she was
unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, the
phone rang.  She held a finger up to her lips and
picked up the phone.

"Is this the service?" the strange male voice on the
other end of the phone asked.

"No, it's me Jennifer." she replied.

"I've just got to have a date with you!  You're the
hottest thing I've ever seen!" the now excited
voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Well I am busy right now, can you call back in an
hour?" she advised him.

"Sure, it's 6:30 now, so 7:30?" he said.

"That will be fine." she replied.

"I'm sorry honey." she told the man in the room with
her.

"No problem." he said, starring intently at her now
naked tits.

A moment later he was in the bed completely naked, and
a few moments later, Jennifer joined
him in bed, equally naked.  The man let his hands
begin roaming her body, as she moved a hand
down to his crotch to grasp his average sized cock and
stroke it slowly.  He explored her body for
a while, as she stroked him into erection.

"Do you want to get on top or do you want me on top?"
she asked.

"Damn!" he thought to himself, "I haven't had a woman
on top of me in years!" and said, "Why
don't you get on top."

Jennifer straddled his hips, grasped his cock and put
the head inside of her.  Straightening up and
bending back a little, she looked him right in the eye
and slowly lowered herself onto his prick. 
It felt so good, that the man couldn't ever remember
it feeling this good before.  Even though
she'd fucked the equivalent of probably a hundred men
in the past twenty-four hours, her cunt
had shrunk down so that to the man she felt as tight
as if she'd only recently been deflowered and
wetter than he ever could remember a woman being as
his prick entered her for the first time.  It
was as if a tight wet fist was grasping the entire
length of his cock, all at once and, he could feel
the muscles inside of her cunt massaging him.

He reached up and grasped her long thick nipples and
squeezed them hard between his fingers
and thumbs, giving her both exquisite pain and
pleasure at the same time.  Jennifer gasped but
allowed him to do as he pleased as she began fucking
him in earnest.  Up and down she went,
faster and faster, moaning and groaning as she did. 
Since she hadn't complained so far, the man
squeezed her long, thick nipples even harder and began
pulling them away from her chest.

Jennifer couldn't understand what was going on.  The
boys had cum real quickly inside of her,
and this man, whom she could see was on the edge of
blowing his load, was somehow holding
back.  The devil hadn't told her, that every man who
paid for the privilege of fucking her would
be able to hold off cuming at least three times as
long as it normally took or ten minutes, which
ever was longer, but in time she would realize that
the men paying for her attentions were able to
hold off for an inordinately long time, at least the
first time that they fucked her.

Although the man may have been able to hold off,
Jennifer couldn't, and the first of four
orgasms, while fucking this man washed over her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
she squealed in obvious
delight and immediately began fucking him even faster
in the throes of her orgasm.

"Shit!" the man thought to himself, "I've never lasted
this long, nor made a whore cum before!"
as he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of Jennifer
rapidly lifting and lowering her spasming cunt
on his cock, while he viciously pinched and pulled on
her nipples.

The orgasm was a long, powerful one, forcing her to
really hump the John that she was fucking
as if she were possessed as the intensity of the
pleasure drove her on.  As the orgasm died down,
so did the extreme speed in which she was fucking the
man.  She still was fucking him pretty
fast, but not as fast as during her orgasm, and her
cunt was still milking the man's cock, in it's
attempt to make him cum inside of her.  She knew that
she was opening herself wide every time
that she slammed herself down on him and that she was
grasping him tightly as she pulled off of
him.

She came another two times before he came and he ended
up cuming just as her third orgasm
was winding down.  He came harder, longer and with
more cum than he could ever remember
cuming before.  His spurting of his seed into her
womb, set off her fourth and last orgasm of their
coupling, another long, intense one.  As she came down
from her fourth orgasm, she collapsed,
exhausted onto his chest, his still hard cock, fully
impaled inside of her. 

They both gasped and rested from their exhausting
coupling and it was only when they began to
recoup their strength, enough to get up, that his cock
finally shrunk and slid out of her well
satisfied pussy.  

Jennifer said, "Stay there a moment, I'll get a wet
cloth to clean you up."

She went to the bathroom, which now had a bidet in it,
and sat down, to clean herself up first. 
After drying herself off, she took a wash cloth and
ran hot water over it and came back out to her
bedroom, to clean the man off.  The two put their
clothes back on and before he left, she gave
him several of her cards, so that not only would he be
able to call her again, but also give her
card to his friends to also call on her.

Her card was rather simple.  In big letters in the
middle of the card was her name, well at least
her first name.  In the lower right hand corner was
her phone number, cell phone number, and
pager number.  Along the left hand side was a
caricature of her naked, with an excellent likeness
of her huge tits with their long, thick nipples.  She
also advised him that for every $1,000 worth
of business that he referred her, she'd give him a
free session, just like the one that they had just
had.

Her first ever customer, hadn't been gone twenty
minutes when the phone rang.

"Hello." she said, in her sexiest voice.

"Are you free now?" the man on the other end asked.

"Yes, I am.  What's your name?" she replied.

"I'm John, John Smith." the man on the other end of
the line said.

"Hi John.  What would you like to be up to tonight?"
she asked in her huskiest voice.

"Well I saw your web site, including your rates.  I'd
like to have a dinner date, come back to my
place to screw around a couple of hours and then let
you go home, instead of sleeping over.  I'll
even pick you up and drop you off.  The problem is
that I don't want to pay by the hour, I want to
know what I'm paying up front."  The man said, almost
sounding like a little boy with a new toy.

"Well, how does $1,000 sound, If you pick me up at
9:00 and have me home by 2:00?" she
offered.

"For another $200 I could have you sleep over." he
commented.

"Yes, but we wouldn't be getting together until 10:00.
 The reasoning behind that price was three
hours at $300 plus $300 for the time between 2:00 and
9:00 the next morning. That allows me
have another customer, before 9:00." she replied,
surprising herself at her own response. 

"Well do you have another customer lined up?" he
asked.

"Not tonight." she replied.

"Then why don't we start early, and end early?  You'll
be home in the morning to take your first
call of the day." he offered.

Jennifer thought a moment and said, "O.K."

"If I'm going to pick you up, I'll need your address."
he said.

"Call me back when you're ready to leave and I'll give
it to you then." she replied.

"Alright.  Oh dress sexily, I want you looking really
good when we go out." he said.

She had an hour and a half before he'd be there to
pick her up, she had to get moving.  She
stripped the bed again, threw the linens in the washer
and started it, then she ran into the
bathroom to shower.  After a quick shower, not
shampooing her hair this time, she began
applying her make-up.  She applied just enough to look
stunning, without looking whorish.  She
put on a red silk and lace garter belt, sheer black
stockings with a snake design wrapping up each
of her legs with the head of the snake just below her
pussy on the insides of her thighs, and red
four and a half inch heels that forced her up onto the
ends of her toes, making her balance on her
toes and the pencil thin heels.  She ran back to the
laundry room and moved the now clean sheets
from the washer to the dryer.

She hurried back to her bedroom and slipped into a
form fitting red dress.  The dress was
naughty, yet elegant.  While the dress was not low
cut, it nevertheless exposed quite a bit of her
tit flesh as the area between her nipples was cut out
in a diamond shape with the widest point
being between her nipples.  The diamond closed on the
top just above where her breasts joined
her chest and at the bottom just above her navel.  The
skirt was short, but not too short, covering
the top third of her shapely thighs.  The material of
the dress was clingy and stretchy, making it
look like it was painted onto her instead of her
having slipped into it.

The dress really showed off her unbelievable figure.
Her huge tits jutted way out and her big
puffy areolas jutted out even more, making them look
like miniature breasts on her breasts. Then
her nipples, which stuck out over an inch in length
from her areolas, were so tightly covered by
the stretchy material that you could see every crease
in them.  Her tiny, waspish waist, her flaring
hips and round, heart shaped ass, all showed in
complete detail as her dress clung to them. Even
the crack of her ass was completely detailed, as the
material was sucked into the crevice all the
way to her anus.

With the dress on, she accessorized, putting on her
watch, some earrings, a bracelet and a
necklace.  She then went back to the bathroom to get
her hair just right and touched up her make-
up.  Since she had some time left, before her "date"
was to pick her up, she ran back into the
laundry room, took her sheets out of the dryer and
headed back to her room to make her bed, so
that she wouldn't have to do it at 2:30 or 3:00 in the
morning.

The door bell rang, and she grabbed her purse, making
sure that her keys were inside.  She
opened the door, and smiled lovingly at the young man
( Note: she still had her original mind,
even though she now occupied a twenty year old's
body).  She could easily see why the man in
his early thirties, was paying for companionship.  He
was average height and carried a few extra
pounds, but he had to be the ugliest man she had ever
laid eyes on.  His face was completely
scarred from acne, that he probably had as a youth. 
His smile indicated that he probably rarely, if
ever brushed his teeth and never saw a dentist, as he
was missing many teeth and those that he
had looked like they were blackened with cavities. 
His hair could be best described as a mop,
and to finish off his facial features, he had a beak
for a nose, long and with a bump in the middle
where it changed directions.  In spite of his
ugliness, Jennifer still looked at him with a lusty
smile.

"Well Tom, are you just going to stand out there?" she
asked him pleasantly, to break his obvious
stunned state as his eyes undresses her.

The man had seen her picture on the Internet, but
still couldn't believe how beautiful she was in
person.  In fact, he had been fooled before, getting
to the woman's place only to find out that she
looked nothing like her picture.  Whereas Jennifer, at
least that's what she called herself on the
Internet, looked even better than her pictures on the
Internet, and there was no mistaking that this
was the same person.  Even better yet, she was
smiling, pleasantly and naturally at him, in spite
of what he knew was not a very pleasant face, his. 

"Well, maybe I will have fun tonight after all!" he
thought to himself and then said to her, "Uh,
yes.  I'm sorry but you are even prettier in person
than the pictures that I saw of you on the
Internet, and I was so struck by your beauty, that I
couldn't even talk."

"I hate the part about being the businesswoman, but
unfortunately, it is a necessary part of my
business.  Besides, it's better to get that part out
of the way up front, that way the rest of the
evening is just fun. Do you have the $1,000 in cash?"
she asked him.

"Oh yes." he replied, somewhat embarrassed about not
having the money in his pocket and ready.

He took out his wallet, and Jennifer could see that
there was enough bills in there to choke a
horse.  He pulled a bunch of bills out and counted
nine $100 bills, and reached back in for one
more, then handed the ten $100 bills to Jennifer. 
Having seen him count the money, she didn't
recount them.

"Excuse me for just a second, I don't like carrying
this kind of money when I'm out on a date."
she told him and went back into her bedroom and put
the money in the small floor safe the devil
had supplied her.

"Well, are you ready for an evening of fun?" she said
enthusiastically, with a joyful smile on her
face, as she hooked her arm through his and they
walked out to his Cadilac.

Tom opened her door for her as if he were a gentleman
on a date with a real lady, instead of an
ogre who had just paid for some whore's time with him.
 Jennifer, got in and scooted over to sit
in the middle, next to her date.  She hiked her skirt
up to her hips, completely exposing her
pantiless pussy, and spread her legs enough to give
him easy access to her crotch, without
interfering with his driving.  He was on cloud nine. 
He had a beautiful woman with him and was
going to a fancy restaurant where many of his friends
ate regularly.  

During the short drive, they carried on a pleasant
conversation, mainly Jennifer got him to talk
about himself, what he did for a living, where he went
to college, etc.  While they talked, Tom
alternated between playing with her huge tits,
especially her nipples, and fingering her open,
available pussy.  Jennifer at one point had asked him
if he wanted her to play with his cock, but
he didn't want to be embarrassed with a hard-on when
he got to the restaurant, so he said, "Later,
after dinner."

When they arrived at the restaurant, he pulled up to
the valet stand.  A young man quickly
opened Jennifer's door, and as she got out, she spread
her legs wide apart, paused for a moment,
allowing the valet to see her naked, hairless pussy in
all of it's glory, and then stepped out of the
car.  Tom didn't wait for the valet, but rather got
out and came around the car, but not fast
enough to have seen Jennifer shoot her beaver at the
valet.  He handed the valet his keys, took his
claim ticket and they went inside.

Although it was a week day evening, the place was
pretty busy, and even with the $20, that Tom
slipped the maitre' d, they still had to wait half an
hour.  As he scanned the room, looking for
possible friends, he noticed quite a few men, and even
some women, starring at Jennifer.  This
woman who was with him tonight, was a startling
beauty.  It wasn't that her face alone would
have won out over a lot of other women that he knew,
but rather the entire package, the hair, the
eyes, her real hour glass figure capped off at the top
by her enormous tits and at the bottom with
her buttocks and long shapely legs in those really
high, high heels, but most importantly, it
seemed to be her aura of beauty and confidence.  Of
course, he realized that most of the men
were starring at her breasts, as it was obvious that
they were unencumbered.

Eventually they were seated.  The maitre' d held
Jennifer's seat for her, and as she sat down, she
realized that instead of tugging her short skirt down,
she was pulling it up, so that the bottom
hem of her skirt, was at the height of her naked
pussy.  Once her chair was pushed into the table,
she felt herself spreading her legs so that anyone
facing her had a clear view of her naked pussy.  

As they ate and drank, they carried on an animated
conversation, nothing about sex, sports,
politics, etc. Tom was aware that every many in the
place was sneaking peeks between her legs
and seeing her perfect, hairless, pussy, especially
the help, which seemed were constantly
walking by, right behind their table.  Of course, it
also meant that they were getting even better
than first class service.  Neither of them could take
even just the smallest sip of water, before a
different waiter or bus boy would come by to fill
their glass.  Even the chef came out to make
sure that their order was satisfactory, and to get a
look at what everyone was telling was this
gorgeous woman out there, braless and pantiless.

When they had finished their dinner, the maitre' d
came over and told them that desert was on the
house, as he copped a quick feel of Jennifer's huge
tit.  They had a great time at the restaurant,
but then it was time to leave.  The walked out
together, stuffed from all the food they had eaten,
and went to the valet stand.  As luck would have it,
the same kid who had parked there car when
they arrived, was the next in line to retrieve their
car.  Although they should have paid $2 for the
service, the kid said, "It's on the house tonight."
and ran to go get their car.

Tom waited on the driver's side and the kid held his
door open until Tom was in, then closed it
and ran around to let Jennifer in.  Again, she got in,
hiking her skirt to her hips, placed one foot
in and paused for just a moment, to give the kid a
real good look at her naked pussy, then quickly
pulled the other foot in and slid over next to Tom as
the kid slammed the door.  Tom did slip the
valet three bucks.

On the drive back to Tom's house, Jennifer slid down
onto the floor as she unzipped his pants
and pulled his cock out, before proceeding to give him
a nice, slow blow job.  He was glad that
she did as he had been hard since she opened the door
to her house and he got his first glimpse of
her and the tension was driving him crazy.  When she
was finished, she returned to sitting next to
him as he drove, playing with her tits and cunt.

When they arrived at Tom's house, he gave her the
grand tour of his mansion.  He had invented a
few things and was living off of the royalties rather
nicely.  The last room of the tour, of course,
was the master bedroom, which looked more like a
living room to Jennifer, at least as big as a
good sized living room.  It had a raised circular bed,
which was much bigger than a normal king
sized bed. The room had a sitting area with the
biggest big screen TV she had ever seen and a
large stereo.  Tom put on some nice, soft, romantic
music as they walked over to his bed and got
naked.

Tom's short comings weren't just in his looks, his
prick was shorter than average and very thin,
although he did have remarkable recuperative ability. 
 Over the next two hours, between
midnight and two in the morning, the fucked in just
about every position imaginable, and in
every one of her orifices plus between those
magnificent tits of hers.  While he got off each and
every time he banged her, his little dick did nothing
for her and when she went home that night,
she ended up having to masturbate herself to several
orgasms with what she began calling "Big
George", in memory of her deceased husband.  "Big
George" was a very thick twelve inch dildo
that completely mimicked a real circumcised cock, from
the helmeted head to thick veins running
down the shaft.



End Part 3
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Well fans, what will happen to Jennifer next, might be
up to you!

Of course she's going to have sex indiscriminately
with teenaged boys, married men, old men,
married or not, and middle aged women, either just the
two women or with their husbands and
boyfriends.  She's got ads going every where and she
will draw teenagers, old men and lesbians,
when ever she goes out shopping, which will probably
be daily. Now, what situations are we
going to put her in. 

Chapter 4 She is going to go shopping at the mall. 
Her pheromones are going to attract old men
and middle aged lesbian and bi-women.  So something
will happen while she is out shopping for
the day.  She'll be teaching kids to fuck her in the
afternoon again.  And of course she's going to
have some kind of sexual encounter with a paying
customer or two.  I won't post for at least three
weeks to give you a chance to write to me and give me
your suggestions.

Send your suggestions to tedebear690@yahoo.com

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