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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 my stories are completely fictional and any 
resemblance to anyone or anything real is completely accidental and 
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Mrs. James Wentworth Preston  (a Pen Name)  Copyright 2001
************************ Thank You **********************************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston - Chapter 64 - Unpredictable

********************Story Prolog********************
My name is Justine and these are my stories.  They're 
about the hot times of my friends and acquaintances.  
I write what I've done or what others tell me they've 
done.  Some of the tales they tell are pretty strange, 
but they say it's all true!

We live in a small town in the Midwest of The United 
States of America, my wonderful husband James, my 
hunky nineteen year old Son, Junior, and my sexy 
eighteen year old Daughter, Maryann, and I.  This 
chapter is about the Friday that afternoon that Junior 
and I returned from taking Maryann to spend the 
weekend with Emily, Junior's lover, in her dorm at the 
University.  Liz is Emily's girlfriend.  Billy Joe is 
Maryann's lover and James' security manger.  Dr. John 
and Dr. Susan Stanford are Emily's guardians and 
staying at The Resort for a few days.  Dr. Steve 
Jefferson is the husband of Sylvia, James' PA 
(Personal Assistant).  Bill Taylor is the Husband of 
Kelly, James' President of Preston Corporation, his 
new IPO Corporation.

This story begins at the HCD, the Honor's College 
Dorm, where Junior and I meet CC.  Later Billy Joe and 
James discuss security issues and more.  They come to 
our house and we all leave for The Resort to party 
with Dr. John and Susan.

I think you'll like my story.

Previous chapters can be found in the archives at 
ASSTR.  Do a SUBJECT LINE SEARCH in the ASSM section 
and search on MRS JWP.  If you have any difficulty, 
send me a note and I'll forward to you some step by 
step instructions that Junior wrote.  All those 
options and stuff in ASSTR are confusing, but Junior's 
instructions are easy to follow!
************Thanks for reading my stories************
************Mrs. James Wentworth Preston************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston

Chapter 64

Unpredictable


While the girls went up to Emily's dorm room to check out all the sexy 
clothes and toys Maryann had brought along in her big suitcases, Junior 
parked his Mom's new Mercedes in a visitor's slot in front of the Honor's 
College dorm complex.

"Come in with me Mom.  I got to pick up something and you can check this 
place out.  I'll be staying here in the fall," Junior told his Mother.

He held the car door for her and locked up before they walked to the main 
entrance.  Inside they found a modern reception desk, not unlike a fancy 
hotel.  Nice jazz music played through the intercom system and a guy with 
long hair sat reading a text book at a concierge-like side desk.  When he 
saw them he stood and greeted them.

"Hello and welcome to the Honor's College Dorm.  Aren't you Junior 
Preston, one of the new invitees during the reception yesterday?  Yes!  
Pleased to meet you!  I'm Carl.  Carl Cleves.  Every one calls me CC!"  He 
shook hands with Junior.

"Pleased to meet you CC.  This is my Mom.  Mrs. James Wentworth Preston."

"Very pleased to meet you too, Mrs. Preston.  I must say that even without 
your stunning gown, you look very beautiful today."

Justine, realizing that she was being buttered up for some reason, was 
still flattered that this rugged looking college man thought she was 
beautiful.

"I don't remember seeing you at the reception CC," Justine wondered aloud.  
"Where did you see me in my fancy new dress?"

CC sighed, "Damn.  The story of my life," CC lamented.  "I was the guy 
with the video camera mounted on my shoulder.  We used three cameras to 
record the reception, two fixed and one shoulder mounted.  That was me 
getting all the close-ups and side shots."

"I see!" Justine smiled, understanding why she hadn't seen his face.  "How 
did the video turn out?"

"Fantastic!  When gorgeous women are in the frames, the videos always turn 
out fabulous!  I'm a senior studying film and one of the basics they teach 
in Film 101 is to always have one or two beautiful women in your 
viewfinder if you want them to turn out well.  With the three of you, 
yourself, Dr. Stanford, and Emily, the tape should be one of the best I've 
done.  I don't get to film and edit every event, but because I'm in charge 
this summer, yesterday I had the privilege all to myself."

"Ooh!  Can I see it?" Justine gushed, knowing she was being vain and 
silly.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Preston, but I haven't edited out the final version.  I'll 
do it over the weekend.  In fact, I watched all three videos last night; 
all five hours.  If I didn't have to work the desk this afternoon, I'd be 
making my editing sheets out right now.  I'll submit my plan for approval 
on Monday and should have the final print ready on Tuesday.  By Wednesday, 
I'll have copies ready to sell.  They're only twenty dollars each.  All 
money goes to support the work of the media center; supplies, equipment, 
blank tapes, that sort of thing."

"Good!  I want five."

"Really?" CC was flabbergasted.  They rarely sold more than two of any 
event.  "Why don't I call you when they're ready?"

"Excellent idea!" Justine agreed.  She pulled out her telephone and showed 
him her number.  CC wrote it down on a stick-um note and put it in his 
daily planner on the next week's Wednesday time slot.

"Oh, I should give you this," CC said as reached over the registration 
desk, grabbed a large manila envelope bulging with papers, and handed it 
to Junior.  "It's the welcome package for the HCD, prepared by the SOB 
folks.  Of particular interest to you might be the RRR and the HCPP forms.  
That's the 'Room Reservation Request' form and the 'Honor's College 
Parking Permit' form.  Two key items that can make life here a lot easier.  
And you seemed very attached to the young woman, Emily Thomas.  Will you 
be seeing her soon?"

"Yes, we just left Emily at her dorm.  I'll see her again tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll give you hers too," CC said as he handed Junior a similar 
envelope with Emily's name on it.

"Dean Watson told us about the HCPP forms and we both understand how 
important they are," Junior repliee.  "But the RRR form is a new one to 
me.  Can you give me an overview?"

"Sure!  Be glad to.  You seem like a bright guy so I won't waste time 
telling you that the sooner you get them in, the better it will be for you 
both.  Most of the rooms are singles; trying to get a double to live 
together is nearly impossible, though you should ask.  If you keep putting 
a double as your number one request each term, then by the second year you 
can insist on special consideration because of your consistently 
unfulfilled request.  If your relationship goes sour while you're in the 
double, and many do, the SOB will auction off the double and you'll have 
to take one of the two rooms being vacated.  The charges for a single is 
the same as one person's charge for a double, so there's no financial gain 
or loss."

"For your second choice," CC continued, "you two should request the top 
floor, it's the quietest, and ask that you be on the same floor with each 
other.  For your third choice, ask to be on any floor above the first, 
again with each other on the same floor.  Be sure to write 'Quiet' next to 
that request.  Certain areas are noisier than others.  Like next to the 
stairwells or the elevator.  Also the small common areas by the ice 
machine, vending machines, and the microwave should be avoided.  That's 
what 'Quiet' means."

"Quiet also means away from certain groups that exist here.  Asking to be 
on the same floor with other specific students is the most popular 
criteria in the RRR form.  There's one group of nine, no - one graduated, 
make that eight, that have been together for three years now.  Five gals 
and three guys.  All are in dance.  The eat together, work out together, 
study together, and sleep together.  This past year they had the nine 
rooms on one end of the fourth floor.  You'll find that the dance students 
work very hard, but after they have a performance, they party very hard 
too!"

"Other groups exist for more social reasons," CC explained  "There's a 
group of lesbians, five I think, and a group of six gay guys that try to 
stick together.  Frankly, and I hope I don't offend you Mrs. Preston, 
being mono-sexual is getting rather unpopular on campus these days.  To be 
blatantly anti-men or anti-women is tiresome and rather narrow-minded.  On 
the extreme of the groupings are the SAWs.  SAW stands for Sluts And 
Whores.  Last fall there were three groups of SAWS.  One of seven, one of 
four, and one group of three.  Men and women intermixed in them.  By 
spring, there was only five of the original fourteen students remaining 
still resident in HCD.  The wildly sexual party folks just can't seem to 
keep up a sufficient grade point average to stay in the Honor's College.  
The five survivors, three guys and two gals, figured out early that all 
night binge drinking and Friday to Monday ski trips aren't conducive to 
good study habits.  No matter how smart you are or how high your IQ, it's 
not easy to take Honor's College exams while intoxicated or physically 
exhausted."

"Thanks CC.  You've been very helpful," Junior said appreciatively.

"Oh, one other thing.  Since you're not twenty one, get both your Mom and 
Dad to sign the RRR form.  That's for the double room request.  It won't 
even be considered a valid request unless parental approval is included."

"I thought the age of consent in this state was 16!" Justine said.

"Yes, legally that's true.  But a year or so before I came to HCD, a 
seventeen year-old girl won the lottery to live in a double with her 22 
year old lover; a hardened lesbian.  When Mr. and Mrs. Suburbanite arrived 
from Cleveland for a surprise visit with their sweet virginal daughter, 
the ensuing ruckus was very unfortunate.  There was poor judgment all 
around.  As I understand it, vile names were called, the Lord's name was 
used in an unpleasant manner, and considerable damage done to the room by 
all four combatants.  The lover tried to protect her young friend but lost 
three teeth when the irate Father punched her full force in the mouth.  
After the paramedics left, the room was sealed by the police pending an 
investigation.  Only the timely intervention of the state police, at the 
specific request of President James, and Dean Watson's pleas to the 
parents, did everything return to something akin to normal.  That's when 
Dean Watson instituted the parental approval requirement."

"Oh my!" Justine said.  "I suppose it's for the best."

"Actually, the success rate of roommates in doubles is quite low.  That's 
partially true because by the time a student gets into a double, they've 
only got a year or so left before graduation.  When statistically measured 
only on a three term basis, fall through spring, only forty percent 
survive intact.  Of those obviously romantic liaisons, the male/female 
partners only last 25% of the time, male/male partners 22%, and 
female/female roomies only 16%.  Additionally, the ideal situation for 
students 'in love', is to be on the same floor several doors apart.  If 
adjacent rooms or opposite rooms are requested, they're scrutinized 
carefully by the SOB.  Everyone wants to help young lovers, but it's been 
found that rooms separated by other rooms are the best solution.  No one 
keeps anyone apart, until there's a disturbance.  Last year we only had 
two significant lover's quarrels, both between women.  Of the four, only 
one remains a HC student.  The SOB counsels lovers that insist on being 
together to get an off-campus apartment.  Certain HC grads and other 
enlightened townsfolk cater exclusively to gays and lesbians.  Also Dean 
Watson is privy to rental opportunities for unmarried young couples."

"My, my," Justine commented.  "For a future film director and producer, 
you sure do know a lot about the social workings here!"

"I should," CC replied.  "I've been on the Social Opportunities Board, 
that's the SOB, for two years, the last two terms as the Grand Phooba!  
I'm running again this fall.  Here Junior.  This is my campaign platform.  
In fact, we've got a good slate of candidates for all the boards.  We've 
named our group VOT, JOT, & LOP or 'Visions Of Tomorrow for the Joys Of 
Today remembering our Lessons Of the Past.'  VJL is the shortened version: 
Vision for Joy remembering our Lessons!"

"How cute!" Justine giggled.  "Just like real politics."

"Yes," CC said, "And it *is* very real.  Three years ago the boards were 
mostly a joke; they did what the Dean wanted.  Then some radicals got 
elected and suddenly things didn't work so well anymore.  Solid traditions 
were cast aside and new, sometimes profane, behaviors were championed.  
Dean Watson was consistently overruled and what I call anti-social 
activities were the norm.  Our hallways became gutter art shows.  A large 
bus was parked in our parking lot that served as an emporium for 
recreational drugs.  Our famous cafeteria stage became a place for live 
sex acts.  A serious student gathered a group of other serious students 
together, including myself, and we organized.  We swept the idiots out of 
office and took over the boards.  We realized, just in time, that we had 
an obligation to ourselves, to our fellow HC students, and to the 
University in general to participate in the board functions or surrender 
to anarchy."

"Yes, that's about right!" Junior agreed.

"You can help too, Junior!" CC added.  "I need candidates for the FUCK 
board.  I've heard Dean Collins say that you've done some remarkable stuff 
around here.  Dean Watson told me a short while ago that you were a 
visionary, a mover-and-shaker.  That's just the kind of person we need on 
the FUCKers.  Someone that can see beyond their nose.  And, you're a 
science guy.  Chemistry and Computers.  We need people with hard science 
knowledge to help steer this bastion of the 'Best of the Best', as Dean 
Watson calls it.  Here, take this too.  It's a brief overview of the four 
boards, their specific and general responsibilities, and the rules for 
election.  Also there's eight brief one-page descriptions of what each 
board did last year, written independently by two members from each board.  
And if Emily Thomas is as sharp as they all say, we can use her too.  You 
two could run as a team for the FUCKers.  What's she studying?"

"Bio-Chemistry.  Double major," Junior told CC.  "Early entry super-
student.  Took four second year courses in summer school.  Straight A's."

"Jesus!  Beautiful and smart too!" CC said, shaking his head.  "Will you 
talk to her for me Junior?  She'd make a great candidate.  Attractive, 
articulate, a high achiever!  The first ever freshman in HC!  Will you do 
it?  Please?"

"Sure, if you'll do something in return," Junior bargained.

CC eyes narrowed and he smirked, "Okay, what's the deal?"

"Emily's going to need some help on a little video project she wants to 
do."

"Man-o-man, I sure walked into this, didn't I.  Me and my fat mouth!  
Okay, how long is it supposed to be?"

"Finished product, probably ten, fifteen minutes.  Depends on the director 
and producer."

"Which is whom?" CC asked sarcastically, expecting some rookie to be in 
charge.

"Whom is you!" Junior said smiling, "Unless you know someone better."

CC stopped and thought about that for a minute.  "What's the budget?"

"The sponsor has deep pockets!"

"How deep?"

"I would expect as deep as Ken James wants it to be!"

"Are you shitting me?" CC gasped.  "President James?  Oh my God!"

CC paused again and Junior could see that he was warming to the idea.

Junior sweetened the deal, "I'm sure that when Dean Watson sees his 
personal letter giving you full authorization and responsibility for 
getting the video done quickly, there won't be any obstructions here."

"No, there wouldn't be," CC said softly, lost in thought.

"It's to be a short documentary; sort of a sales pitch for the President's 
Gifted Student's Early Entry Program.  Something to show to high school 
counselors and bright students.  Emily will be your star.  Like you said, 
attractive, articulate, a high achiever!  Emily just went through the 
process.  How did she find out about the early entry program, how did she 
apply, how was registration, how were the dorms, what was it like?  That 
kind of stuff."

"We'll need a script!" CC added.

"You can help her write it and share top billing."

"What about you?" CC asked.

"I've been assigned another project by Dr. James."

"What?"

"The parking problem on campus."

"God!  Good-fucking-luck!" CC laughed.

"Not to worry.  It'll be kewl!  No video involved.  However, if you pull 
Emily's video project off, I have a sneaking suspicion that there are some 
Deans that might just love to use your film skills to promote their 
interests.  In fact, I know a certain Dean of a certain College that just 
came into $50 million and I'd bet good money that a video promoting that 
College might just be the thing to help make it grow and become even more 
popular.  Do you catch my drift?"

"Well, I don't know about that.  It's seems to me that. . . . Oh!  I see 
what you mean.  Sure!  That's perfect!"

"Yes, and it could be as simple as a ten minute trailer to Emily's Gifted 
Student video or as complex as an hour-long detailed explanation of how it 
all works; something for the whole University Community!  Either or both!  
It wouldn't be a bad item to put on your resume when you graduate into the 
outside world."

CC smiled broadly and said, "Mrs. Preston.  Have you any idea of how 
brilliant your son is?"

"Oh, of course!  I've been saying it for years.  It's only recently that 
others have began to notice."

"Emily is to receive the specifics of Dr. James' request on Monday," 
Junior continued.  "She's to respond in two weeks and will be expected to 
include suggestions on how to help the program.  That's where the video 
will come in.  Write your name and telephone number on something and I'll 
give it to her when it's time for her to begin to formulate her idea for 
the video into her proposal.  You'll have to make sure her video 
suggestion is reasonable and workable before she sends it to Dr. James."

"Oh yeah!  Good idea," CC muttered as he wrote his name and telephone 
number on a piece of notebook paper for Junior.

"Now, write down my telephone number," Junior said and gave it to CC.  
"I'll be busy elsewhere next week, but if something important concerning 
all this comes up, give me a call.  Okay?"

"Yes, will do," CC said dreamily.  He eyes suddenly focused and he looked 
Junior square in the eyes, "Do you think he's really going to do it?  Fund 
Emily's video?"

"If you help her write a good proposal, it can't miss.  The way he looked 
at her tits at the reception, I think if she pooped on his desk and told 
him it was caviar, he'd eat it!"

CC's eyes got unfocused again, "Yeah!  She does have a fine set of tits!"

Suddenly CC stood erect, "Oh God!  Mrs. Preston, excuse me!  And you too 
Junior!  I didn't mean to demean Emily.  God!  She's gorgeous!  Please, no 
offense meant!"

Junior's Mom giggled, "No offense taken.  She does have a 'fine set of 
tits', but then, so do I!"

CC looked at Justine for a second, a wave of fear washed over him, 
wondering if he'd really stepped in it this time, then he tried to smile.

Junior took mercy on him, "No problem CC."  Junior held out his hand and 
CC shook it.  "I think we're going to be good friends CC.  Emily's going 
to like you too.  Just be yourself.  We'll all work together on this and 
come out smelling like roses.  Remember, Emily thinks she's kind of a geek 
too!  You'll get along famously.  And speaking of getting along, where's 
the media center.  I've got to get those photographs."

"Right down the hall there," CC pointed, "Halfway down on the left.  Betty 
is there now, waiting for you."

"Good.  Mom, I'll be right back.  Get CC to show you around a little.  
Maybe see one of the rooms.  I'll be back in a few minutes."

Junior went down the hall to the media center and CC went behind the desk 
into the office.  He came back out with a key.

"Come on Mrs. Preston, let me show you a room.  It's vacant now.  Nobody 
wants the first room by the main entrance.   In the fall we'll be full and 
someone will be assigned there.  But no one's in there this summer."

Justine coyly put her arm through his and CC choked back his wonder at how 
lucky his day had become.  First he'd recruited Junior, he hoped, and then 
gotten himself involved with a documentary for the University President 
with the foxy Emily, and now he had Junior's sexy Mom on his arm.

CC unlocked the door and Justine went in behind him.  The bare mattress, 
walls, floor, and empty closet were stark contrast to Emily's dorm room, 
but this was nicer, newer, and had a small bathroom attached with a 
shower.  Justine looked around and then sat on the edge of the mattress.

"You seem like a nice guy!" Justine told CC.  "How old are you?"

"I'll be twenty one next month."

"Oh, you're a Leo too.  You know, we Leo's got to stick together.  I like 
your idea of getting Junior involved.  He *is* a visionary.  You just saw 
it.  He took a germ of Emily's idea and wove it into a wonder opportunity 
for you.  Do you have a girl?"

"Ah, no, not right now."

"You do like girls, don't you?"

CC blushed, "S-s-sure!" he stammered.

"If I show you something special, you won't tell, will you?  I mean, can 
you keep a secret?"

"Ah, s-s-sure I can!" CC muttered.

"My, my!  You are shy!" Justine giggled.  "Okay, take a look at these!"

Justine reached behind her, unzipped her jumper, pulled the shoulder 
straps down, and pulled the top to her waist, displaying her beautiful 
breasts to him.  She leaned back on her hands, stuck her chest out, and 
whispered, "You can touch them if you want."

CC's trembling hands cupped her breasts, one in each hand.

"You like?  Usually when I show my boobs to someone they say nice things 
about them."

"They're beautiful!  Fantastic!" CC gasped, not believing what he was 
seeing and doing.  He found the nipples and rolled them around with his 
thumbs and forefingers, making Justine moan a little.  "Your nipples are 
wonderful!" he gasped again.

"Take your cock out.  Show me your prick!"

CC let go of Justine's boobs and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, 
and pushed them down along with his underwear.  He cock was swelling, 
nearly hard.

"Nice, very nice," Justine said as she eyed his cock.  She looked up at 
CC, but his eyes were downcast.  "Look at me.  Look me in the eyes," 
Justine ordered.  "You've got to get over this shyness with girls.  
Starting right now!  Tell me what you want!  Do you want me to suck you?  
Yes?  Then say it!"

"S-s-suck it!" he stuttered.

"No, no.  Not like that!  First, what's my name?"

"Mrs. Preston."

"Good.  Now say it nice.  Use my name and say please.  Put it in one, 
coherent sentence and say it nice.  Okay, do it!"

"Please Mrs. Preston, please suck my cock!"

Justine grabbed his cock and pulled it toward her open mouth, "Good!  That 
was good CC.  Now I'm going to suck you and you're going to cum and I'm 
going to swallow it all.  We don't have a lot of time so just let it all 
go!"

Justine took CC's cock into her mouth and sucked it hotly, laving it with 
her tongue.  It was a nice cock, not too big, not too long.  Just right.  
When she got it all wet and slick, she began to slid up and down, taking 
it into her throat to swallow down on it repeatedly.

"Jesus!" CC cried as he felt her throbbing throat and nasty tongue.

Justine used her finger tips to caress his balls, then moved behind them 
to play with his tight asshole,  something she assumed no one had ever 
touched.

Justine had assumed right and when CC felt her finger wiggle around his 
anal opening, he came.  Justine felt his cum rising and took him deep, 
getting the first cum spurt right down her throat.  She pushed her finger 
tip into his ass and wiggled it as she pulled off to taste his cum as it 
spattered onto her tongue.

"Hmmmm!  Hmmmm!  Hmmmm!" Justine moaned with each hot jet of man cum into 
her mouth.

CC spurted twice more and Justine removed her finger to help hold his cock 
as she licked it clean of any stray cum.  Done, she pulled up his 
underwear and tucked his limp cock back inside.  Then she pulled up his 
pants and let him zip and buckle himself while she pulled up her jumper 
and zipped it.

Justine stood and said, "You really are too shy.  Most men tell me they 
like my cocksucking skills.  Did you?"

"God yes!  That was fantastic!"

"Good!  Now kiss me.  You need to taste your own cum.  I'll never suck you 
again if you won't do that!"

CC grabbed Justine and kissed her hotly, deeply, with lots of tongue.  A 
little startled, Justine broke the kiss and moved back a foot.

"Well, at least you aren't shy about kissing.  Listen carefully CC, I'm 
going to tell you to do three things.  First, I want you to go see Dr. 
Charlie and get a STD test.  He's a physician here in town and you can 
tell him to bill me, Justine.  Here's his number.  Second, I'm going to 
send a woman to you to teach you how to make love.  I'll call you and 
leave you her name when it's time.  Third, if you fuck up this project 
with Emily, my Son's lover and my newly adopted Daughter, I'll come back 
here and be really nasty with you.  I'll get you thrown out of the Honor's 
College, out of this University, and out of this state if I can.  You'll 
wish you'd never let me suck you off!  Do you understand me?"

"Ah, yes Mrs. P-p-preston!"

"Now, what were the three things I asked you to do?"

"See Dr. Charlie.  Learn how to make love to a woman.  Don't fuck up 
Emily's project."

"Right!  Good memory.  You've got my personal telephone number so call me 
if there's any problems taking care of the three simple things I asked you 
to do.  Okay?"

"Okay."

"Get the STD test done as soon as you can.  Tomorrow would be good!  The 
sooner you do number one, the sooner we begin number two.  And on number 
three, I know that a lot of it is out of your control, so don't sweat the 
stuff you can't control.  Do some thinking and figure out what you need to 
do.  Get with Emily.  Write a good proposal.  Get it approved and then do 
it!  Dr. James want's it now!  So he can recruit with it next month; in 
time for the fall term!  Again, you need help, call me.  I can get someone 
to help.  Okay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Preston."

"CC?  I think you can call me Justine now, don't you?"

CC laughed and relaxed, "Yes Justine.  You're right."

"And next time we're alone, you'll tell me what you want?"

"Yes Justine."

"And then tell me if you liked it?"

"Yes again Justine!"

"Good.  I'm going to use the bathroom.  Junior's probably waiting so go 
tell him I'll be out in a minute.  Now stand tall and smile.  All the guys 
I suck smile and stand tall!  Now you will too!"

Justine closed the bathroom door and CC stood there for a minute, 
wondering if he'd gotten himself into a mess.  He considered it all, felt 
his nicely empty balls, thought about getting sex lessons from a friend of 
Justine's, and thought about having to work with the beautiful Emily over 
the next few weeks.  No, he smiled to himself, he wasn't in a mess.  
Things were pretty damn good!

With his chest puffed out and broad smile on his face, CC left the HC dorm 
room.  Junior was sitting in the lobby, talking to Betty and looking at 
the pictures she'd printed for him.  They were all 8X10 shots of the 
reception in beautiful color.  Just as CC was about to sit with them, the 
switchboard telephone rang.  CC trotted around the desk to answer it.

Justine came out, face and pussy washed clean again, with fresh lip gloss.  
She saw Junior and sat with him.  He introduced Betty, who'd headed the 
small team of still photographers at the reception.  As Justine looked 
through the photographs, she was amazed with their clarity, their 
excellence.  Shot after shot was beautifully taken, expertly developed and 
printed on quality paper.

"These are really beautiful Betty," Justine gushed.  "You've done 
excellent work!  Oh my!  This one is gorgeous!  Emily looks absolutely 
ravishing!  And Junior too!  You look so handsome!"

Justine also saw several of Claire (or Clara), with her Husband Dr. James, 
two of Thelma and Dean Collins, a sexy picture of Dean Watson, and one of 
Dean Stevens looking radiant, hanging onto Dr. James' arm.  Quite a few of 
Dr. John and Dr. Susan Stanford.  And of course, of herself and her 
Husband James.  There were none of Bob and Patty she noted.

"Justine!"  CC called from the registration desk, "It's for you.  It's 
Dean Watson!"

The telephone on the table where they sat buzzed and Justine picked it up.

"Hello?  Oh, Hi Sandra.  Yes, Junior's here.  What a beautiful place 
you've got!  Yes, very nice.  I looked in a room and I know Emily will 
love it!  Yes, yes.  Okay, but don't dally.  I've got to get home.  Right.  
Five minutes?  Okay, see you then.  Yes.  Good bye."

"That was Sandra, Dean Watson," Justine said as she hung up the telephone.  
"She's got something for me to take on our vacation.  She's bringing it 
over now.  Come on, pack this up and let's go.  We need to get home."

Junior put the photographs into an envelope and stood.

"CC?  Thanks a lot for your help!  You too Betty.  You did excellent work.  
Gotta go.  See you guys later!" Junior said and escorted his Mother out 
and over to the car.  They stood quietly, gazing out across the green 
lawns of the campus under the large shade trees.  Within a minute, Sandra 
pulled up in her Toyota.  She hopped out and came around her car to hug 
and kiss Justine.

"I can't hug you Junior, not here." she explained.  "Justine, I've been 
busy writing and I thought of you and James, being romantic out on some 
moonlit beach.  So here's a few of my poems; love poems.  Wait until you 
are alone and feeling romantic.  I hope you'll like them!  I wrote my 
office and home telephone numbers on the envelope here," she pointed to 
her address label, under which the numbers were written.  "Give me a call 
and tell me what you think.  I haven't published in several years but I 
think that these are pretty good!"

She kissed Justine on the cheek and wished her a happy holiday.

To Junior she said, "I'll probably see you tomorrow.  Up at Bob and 
Patty's.  Kate wants you bad!  And Emily too.  Also your Sister and her 
guy, Billy Joe, is it?  Yes.  Well, see you then, I hope."

With that, Sandra hopped back into her car and drove off.  Junior led his 
Mom around to the passenger door and helped her in.  He closed the door, 
went around to the driver's side and got in.  He started the car and 
calmly drove home.

As Junior drove, Justine looked through the HC photographs of the 
reception again and then pulled out the instant pictures she made of 
Maryann and Emily.  She showed a couple to Junior and he almost ran off 
the road.

He quickly gave them back to Justine and said, "Mom?  Did Dad really ask 
for those?  God!  They're really hot!"

"No, but I thought that when he gets slowed down and relaxed, he'll be 
missing Maryann after you two come back.  That's when I'm going to get 
really sexy with him and I'll show these to him.  I guarantee I'll get 
hours and hours of wonderful fucking then."

Junior laughed, "Mom, you're incorrigible!"

"Yes, I am!" she agreed.  "And when we get home, I'll show you the other 
eight that we, Maryann and I, took of us fucking and sucking your sweet 
Emily and her sexy friend Liz.  You just wait until I show you the one of 
Emily arching her hot twat up to Maryann's tongue as she twists her 
nipples while she orgasms.  God it's hot!  I get wet just looking at it.  
I'll show them to you when your fat cock is up my tight pussy!  The look 
on her face is an instant cum!"

Inspired, Junior kept both hands on the wheel and watch the speedometer 
carefully to maintain the speed limit.  Home was only ten minutes away at 
this speed.  His hard-on swelled as he remember that blissful look on his 
lover's face when he too had made her cum.  As usual, his Mother knew how 
to turn him on!


**************************

"Hey boss!  I knew I'd find you here!" Billy Joe told James Wentworth 
Preston, the CEO and Chairman of Preston Corporation.  "It's late on a 
Friday afternoon, the parking lot is deserted except for a few cars, 
making your black Lexus stand out like a sore thumb, and here you are 
working while everyone else has started their weekend."

"Hi Billy Joe.  So what's your point?"

"Security Sir.  Security!"

"Billy Joe, I'm not going to steal anything.  And I'm not going to leave 
any secrets out for anyone else to steal either!"

"Sir, with all due respect, I'm not talking about someone stealing 
secrets, I'm worried about someone stealing you!"

"Me?  Someone stealing me?"

"Yes sir, you.  You are the most important asset that Preston Corporation 
has.  I know that you're insured for $50 million dollars, but you don't 
behave security smart."

"Billy Joe, what would you have me do?"

"First, quit driving that black car.  Everyone knows it's you.  They drive 
into the lot and always, over past the entrance, is that black Lexus.  I 
don't mean get rid of the car; keep it for personal use.  Use one of the 
executive car services.  You get a nice, comfortable, well maintained car, 
in a different color, style, and model every three weeks.  It's a business 
expense.  The company will pay for it.  The car firm will have a bonded 
employee deliver a new car every three weeks and pick up the old one that 
they'll use elsewhere."

"Second, get a high quality data circuit to your home and work from there 
at random times.  Especially on Friday afternoons.  Get a computer 
installed and put your files on secured DASD or Servers.

"Finally, and this is the hard one, become unpredictable.  Tell me James, 
when was the last time you did something unpredictable.  I'm not talking 
about silly shit, I'm talking serious stuff.  When was the last time you 
hopped up and went and played a round of golf?  When was the last time you 
grabbed a few workers and went out to the resort for a swim?  You used to 
do that kind of shit all the time!  Come on, remember how you used to take 
Sylvia home for lunch and gang fuck her with Justine?  Or how you took 
that little Lucy girl to Doctor Steve so you two could see who could make 
her cum the hardest?  Shit James, you're getting too predictable!  And 
it's dangerous.  Dangerous for you, dangerous for Justine, dangerous for 
Junior and Maryann, and dangerous for all the employees and stockholders 
of Preston Corporation.  Without you, this place would go in the dumpster 
fast.  Preston is no longer small; too many have too much invested in you 
and the future of Preston Corporation.  If we had twice the gross income, 
things would be better.  You'd have more professional managers and a good 
supply of home grown future managers.  Now we're too small for that and 
too big to weather the storm of loosing key people."

"Think about it sir.  Your family's wealth is tied to the stock and the 
stock is tied to you.  You go south and the stock will too!  I know we 
can't protect you 24 hours a day, seven days a week.  All I'm asking is 
that you adopt three security concepts.  One, get an executive car every 
three weeks.  Two, let me get you a digital data circuit and two voice 
lines tied to the office so you can work from home.  You can work from 
there from time to time, randomly.  Finally, try to begin to do some 
things spontaneously.  Get up at midnight, work from home for six hours, 
and go to school with Junior for the day.  Hell, you've never seen what he 
does with his day.  Christ James, find a piece of young pussy and fuck it!  
Take an afternoon off and take Justine to a motel.  Hell, take me to a 
motel.  Just quit being so fucking predictable."

"Those three things?"

"Yes sir.  The cars and the circuits are normal business expenses; I've 
talked to the accountants.  I'm also going to have a security system 
installed at your house while you are on vacation.  I love you and your 
family and it's idiotic that you don't have one already.  No, no 
arguments.  I've already signed the contract and it will be done.  I'll 
pay!  You mean that much to me.  Not to mention Maryann, Justine, and 
Junior.  No, I won't back down on this.  It is non-negotiable."

"Billy Joe, you are a fucking pain in the ass!" James told him with a 
laugh.  "Here I am, mellowing out, getting ready for vacation, and you lay 
all this shit on me!"

"Contrae, my good buddy, contrae.  This is the perfect time for you to 
adopt your new security consciousness.  New autos, new auxiliary office, 
new attitude!  Easy to accept when you get back.  Tell me yes good buddy.  
Tell me that you care for those of us that love you.  Say yes to three 
simple security considerations."

"Okay!  Okay!  O-fucking-kay!  I give.  I'll do it!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Thanks boss.  Now I can burn those nudie pictures I had made of you with 
twelve year-old girls!" Billy Joe laughed.

"God!  Did I have a good time?" James asked.

"Yes, but your dick and skinny chest looked like a scrawny Hispanic's!"

"Asshole!  All right!  Now get that contract changed to bill me for my 
home security system.  I don't want a purveyor of kiddie porn to hold the 
keys to my family's security."

"Okay, will do."

"Now, tell me what I should do 'spontaneously'!"

"You leaving for Hawaii Monday morning?" Billy Joe asked.

"Yes.  With the kids."

"Okay, tell Justine in the morning to get dressed to meet some people at 
the resort and drive to the airport instead.  Have the tickets changed now 
to a 11 AM Saturday departure.  Take your wonderful woman and be romantic 
as hell.  Fuck her, suck her every chance you get.  When she bitches about 
her clothes, tell her you'll buy her anything she wants.  Have Maryann and 
Junior bring her stuff when they come out on Monday."

"And what about the kids?"

"Don't you think that Maryann and Junior can handle themselves?  They're 
no longer kids!  Besides, they'll have more fun flying out without Mom and 
Dad watching over their shoulders."

"Jesus Billy Joe, you've thought this out!"

"Yes sir!  And it's an excellent way to break old routines.  It's time 
that you got back into the 'S' mode, the 'Spontaneous' mode."

"Okay.  I've got to change the tickets.  They're at home!"

"No," Billy Joe countered, "I've got them here in my hand."

"You fucking thief!  Where did you find them?"

"Just where your loving slut wife always puts her important shit, inside a 
bra in her lingerie drawer!"

"God!  If I tell Justine. . . . "

"Yes, but you won't.  I can see your cock getting hard!  Already turned 
on, aren't you!  Something different, something new!  You're getting off 
on it, aren't you!  You think this is cool, just wait until you try to get 
a hotel room in Honolulu on Saturday night!"

"All right wise ass!  What's the fucking number to the airline?"


******************************

In Emily's dorm room there were clothes everywhere.  Maryann's two 
suitcases of sexy clothes were empty, discarded.  Their faculty club lunch 
clothes were long gone too.  They'd been trying on all of Maryann's sexy 
underwear and slut outfits.  The blood red bustier that didn't fit Emily 
or Maryann, fit Liz perfectly.  Maryann got wet just looking at her and 
she winked at Emily.  Together they jumped her and sucked and fucked her 
to uncounted cums.  Emily found a cute pink teddy and, before she could 
find the matching panties, Liz and Maryann had her down on the stained 
'sex bed' for a series of gut wrenching cums.  Maryann pooh-poohed her 
stuff, not finding anything sexy to wear until Liz sashayed to her room in 
her bustier to bring back an outrageous leather outfit; a too tight and 
too short black mini skirt, a too small black halter top, and knee high 
black boots that made her feet hurt.

"God!  I feel like a slut in this!" Maryann giggled.

"Well, you look like a whore!" Liz suggested.

"Well!  Fuck you, bustier bitch!" Maryann shouted, a little pissed off.

"Up your butt with a garbage truck!" Liz replied.

"Up your hole with a totem pole!"

"In your ass with a snake from the grass!"

"In your slit with a bucket of shit!"

"In your pants with fire ants!"

"Up your nose with a garden hose!"

"In your twat with a fat kumquat!"

"A fat kumquat?" Emily asked.  "What's a kumquat?"

"In your womb with a sonic boom!"

"A sonic boom?" Emily giggled.

"In your vagina with North Carolina!"

"North Carolina? Emily laughed.  "In a vagina?"

"In your cunt with a spastic runt!"

"Up your crack with a kayak!"

"Wait a minute!  A kayak?  A spastic runt?"  Emily laughed out loud.  "You 
guys can't be serious?"

They all looked at each other and started with the giggles.  The giggles 
turned to chuckles and soon they were laughing wildly, throwing pillows 
and clothes at each other.  Liz caught Maryann's hands in a scarf and 
pulled her down to the 'sex bed', tying the scarf to the foot of the 
nearest bed.  Liz's eyes got narrow and Emily didn't missed the lust she 
saw there.  Emily caught one leg and Liz the other.

Emily pushed up Maryann's skimpy leather skirt and waved her hand to Liz, 
"Go ahead.  Taste her!"

Liz dove in tongue first, whipping Maryann's clit to a tremendous orgasm.  
Maryann started to yell and Emily positioned her pussy over her face.

"Eat me Present!  Make me cum!  Drink my juice!"  Emily ordered.

Maryann did exactly as ordered, Emily shuddering through many shattering 
cums as Liz ate Maryann and drank her copious cum.  Somewhere along the 
way Emily said 'Stop Present' and rolled off Maryann's face, fucked out 
for the time being.  They all slept, Maryann's hands still tied to the 
foot of the bed, dressed in her sexy leather.


*****************************

At the resort, the older folks hadn't been resting at all.  Doctor Susan 
Stanford happily fucked Steve's black cock and then Bill's white one.  It 
got so that she didn't really care which one was fucking her, as long as 
it was a hard cock.  When they got her on top of Bill's cock and Steve 
fucked his up her ass, she passed out from the joy of it all.

In the other suite, Doctor John Stanford had to admit that he'd made a 
mistake.  Actually two of them.  First he ignored James' warning not to 
take on both Sylvia and Kelly at the same time!  Secondly, he let Sylvia 
seduce him from Kelly's arms to fuck her black Jamaican whore pussy first.  
Ever since he'd planned to visit the resort, Kelly had been his main 
objective.  He knew it, she knew it, and Sylvia knew it.  When Kelly went 
to the bathroom to 'get ready', Sylvia used her whore mouth to get him 
hard and then quickly got his cock between her thighs.  Kelly returned and 
popped a cork!  She rolled the couple over and sat on his face.  Sylvia 
happily rode his cock until she couldn't cum anymore.  Kelly switched with 
Sylvia and did the same.  They kept trading places.  John tried to keep 
up, but the slut tag-team rode his cock and tongue until they both were 
too exhausted to continue.   John managed to crawl from the bed but they'd 
hidden his clothes.  All he could do is find the bottle of single malt 
scotch in the bar.  When he felt sufficiently braced, he went back to 
their bed but found them sucking each other to satisfying orgasms.

"Order some fucking food!" Kelly insisted.  "Room service!"

"Oysters and shrimp.  Lots of them!" Sylvia cooed.

"And see if you can find some Champagne!  I'm thirsty!"

"You still pissed?" John asked Kelly tentatively.

"You God-damn right I'm pissed!  I've been waiting years for your cock and 
you go and waste your cum on her!"

"What the fuck you mean, waste it!" Sylvia yelled.  "I'm just as fucking 
good as you!"

"Wait!  Wait!  I didn't cum!" John cried, trying to avoid a fight.

But it was too late as Kelly and Sylvia started shouting un-lady-like 
things and grabbing each other's tits and pussies.

John dashed out of the bedroom and found some champagne behind the wet 
bar.  He got two glasses and opened the bottle.  He took it back into the 
bedroom but found the two women again locked again in a tight girl/girl 
embrace, sucking each other through more happy cums for each of them.  
John watched and sipped his scotch.  He finished it and got another, 
watching the two lusty women and wondering why he hadn't listened to 
James' advice.


*****************************

*Buzz*  *Buzz*  Billy Joe's personal telephone buzzed for an incoming 
Intercom call.

"Hello?  Billy Joe here!  Oh, hi boss!  What's up?  Oh, trouble huh!  
Okay, I got a solution.  You still in your office?  I'll be right there.  
Two minutes.  Okay!"

Billy Joe powered off and closed the texts he'd been reading for his 
upcoming security classes.  He realized that he wasn't as well educated as 
a lot of his peers but knew that study and research was the key to his 
security job.  He locked his books away in a drawer of an abandoned file 
cabinet and went to James' office.

"Any luck with the airline?"

"No!" James replied.

"How about the hotel in Waikiki?"

"Nope.  No luck!" James said dejectedly.

"So, when normal channels won't work, what do you do?"

"Go around them!"

"Where's the best place to start?"

"At the top!  The fucking top!" James cursed in frustration.

"So who do you know at the top of that airline?"

"No one!  Not a fucking soul!"

"Yes you do!  Think James, think!"

James tried but couldn't come up with a name or face.

"Boss, you are way out of practice," Billy Joe said as he looked in his 
pocket notebook.  "This guy owns two and a half million common shares, 
probably half again as many preferred shares, and sits on the board of 
directors of the airline.  Some call him the Lion of Wall Street, others 
call him less friendly names.  But he's your friend.  Last night he fucked 
Justine to many happy cums.  Got an idea now?"

"Are you shitting me?  John?  Dr. John Stanford?"

"Correcto!, my wise master.  Know where he is?"

"Yes!  He's in my suite at the resort fucking Kelly and Sylvia."

"Yes, he's there, but he's being shut out.  He fucked up and didn't take 
your advice to do them one at a time, like you gave me and I so wisely 
heeded.  Give him a ring.  I bet he'll be happy to hear from you.  Think 
of some worldly advice to give him.  He needs it."

"Just how the fuck do you know all this shit!"

"Just doing my job boss.  Just doing my job!"

James used his speed dial to ring the resort and asked to be connected to 
his suite.  "Asshole!" he muttered at Billy Joe while waiting for an 
answer.

"Hello?  John?  James here.  How's it going?  Oh?  Oh really?  Geeze, I'm 
sorry to hear that.  Did you order some food?  Good, that will help.  Now 
for God's sake take charge and fuck Kelly!  She wants you as much as you 
want her.  Yes.  Just tell Sylvia to shut up and watch!  It's as simple as 
that!  Okay.  Hey, I need a favor.  I'm trying to change my flight to 
Hawaii from Monday to tomorrow morning.  The reservation people won't 
budge.  I need you to pull a few strings.  No, just Justine and I.  The 
kids will come on Monday as planned.  Here's the telephone number of the 
VP of operations in Dallas.  Yes, got a pencil?  Okay, here it is."  James 
gave him the telephone number and the numbers of their confirmation and 
tickets.  "Remember, be sure they don't change Maryann's and Junior's 
tickets for Monday morning.  Okay?  Good.  Now do that and go in and spank 
someone's ass until you get things sorted out!  Yes!  No, not with your 
belt.  Shit, Steve will fucking kill you.  No just the palm of your hand.  
And only if you have to.  Just be your masterful self and it should all 
work out.  Okay.  Good.  You got my personal telephone number, so call if 
you need me.  Okay, here it is again."  James read off his mini-phone's 
number to him.  "Oh, they took your pants, huh.  Sounds like a spanking is 
needed.  Yes, I would!  Okay, thanks again buddy!"

James hung up and laughed, "Man, you were right.  He fucked up royally.  
But Kelly has a good heart and will forgive him if he takes charge.  Okay, 
what about a hotel?"

Billy Joe looked in his little book and began, "Who do you know that. . . 
. "

"Billy Joe!  Stop!  All right!  I'm impressed.  Now who is it?"

"Doctor Susan Stanford owns 40 acres in Hawaii, 10 of them on Oahu, and 
four and a half in Waikiki proper.  Seven hotels, four apartment 
complexes, and three condo towers.  That doesn't include the joint 
partnerships or partial holdings.  It's said that she has five apartments 
and owns two beach houses in Oahu, but the best is her private suite atop 
the Royal King Waikiki, a five star hotel that is very, very private.  So 
private that it isn't even listed in AAA, the Mobil guide, or Frommer's.  
Call her and see if she's using it this weekend!"

"Susan!  Son-of-a-bitch!" James muttered as he again speed dialed the 
resort and asked for suite 2, Steve's suite.

"Hello?  Steve?  James here!  How's it going?  Really?  Jesus Steve!  Up 
the butt too?  Looks like you've met your match!  Okay, okay.  Yes, the 
night is still young.  Listen, I called to talk to her.  Yes.  Can you put 
her on?  Okay, I'll wait."

"She's breaking their balls!" James told Billy Joe.  "Won't stop fucking!  
Steve's getting worn out and Bill is just barely holding on!"

"Hi Susan!  Yes, good to hear you too.  Having fun yet?  Oh, really?  Well 
have them order some food and nurse them back to health!  Right!  Susan, 
don't be nasty now.  They're just simple country boys trying to entertain 
the big city girl.  Oh!  Okay, well I'll have to check with Justine.  
Listen, speaking of Justine, I got a favor to ask.  I want to surprise 
Justine and fly out with her tomorrow morning to Honolulu.  Yes, leave the 
kids behind so we can have a couple of romantic days together.  But I 
can't find a place to spend the night.  I heard that you got a place there 
and I wonder if it's in use?  Can you help us?  Oh, really?  Well, I don't 
want you to put anyone out.  Yes, just one night.  The bungalow in Hanalei 
is ours on Sunday.  Okay, you're sure?  Okay, yes, I'll talk to Justine.  
Within the hour.  I'll call you back.  Okay!  Don't kill them before we 
get there!  Okay.  Good.  Thanks and mum's the word.  I want to surprise 
Justine.  Okay, see you soon!"

"There boss!" Billy Joe said, making his point again as James hung up.  
"It all worked out.  All you needed was a little expansive thinking; 
break-the-mold sort of thing."

"Damn Billy Joe.  You're exactly correct.  I've gotten in a rut and am 
starting to slow down too!"

"No, you've just been focusing too hard on critical needs and forgotten 
how to take care of simple shit.  Like how to thank your best buddy that's 
keeping you in-the-know about what's really going on, especially when he's 
got a raging hard-on!"

"Son-of-a-bitch!  Right again!" James grinned.  "Come over here to this 
side of the desk.  Yes, lean back against the desk and let me suck you 
like Justine used to do me when she was losing weight after she had 
Maryann."  James felt Billy Joe's cock through his new, gay-made 
expandable crotch pants.  "Hey!  You've got on your new pants.  Like 
them?" James asked as he pulled down Billy Joe's zipper.

"Yeah, they're great!  They're another good thing that you've taught me!  
Oh Shit!  That feels great!" Billy Joe moaned as James licked his stiff 
prick.

"Nice cock Billy Joe!" James flattered him as he spread his saliva up and 
down his swollen shaft with his tongue and lips.  James pulled his balls 
out of his pants through the over-large zipper, made especially for this 
purpose.  James gently teased his testicles as his lips covered his cock 
head, tongue swirling around and around, pausing to massage the sweet spot 
under the cock head for special effect.

"Jesus boss!  That's nice!" Billy Joe gasped, feeling his cum stirring!  
Billy Joe reached down and loosened his belt, letting his pants fall 
around his feet.  He slipped out of his loafers and kicked the pants off.  
"Come on boss, suck me off!  I need to cum!  Oh Go-o-o-d!  That's it!  
Swallow down and drink my fucking cum!"

James had his buddy's cock in his throat, feeling him pulse with need.  
 From his balls, up his meaty cock through his massaging lips, and into his 
swollen cock head in his throat, James could feel Billy Joe's cum rising.

"Ohhhhh Fuuuuccckkkkk!  I'm cumming!  I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" Billy Joe 
gasped as his first spurt of cum blasted into James' swallowing throat.  
"OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!" Billy Joe chanted as he pumped his cum onto James' 
tongue.

"Hmmmm!  Hmmmm!  Hmmmm!  Hmmmm!" James moaned, feeling the hot jets of cum 
on his tongue as he poked his tongue tip on Billy Joe's sweet spot.

James held Billy Joe's softening cock in his hands as he pulled the last 
of his cum out and licked it clean.  Done, he leaned back and smiled.

"Billy Joe, your cum tastes delicious.  I think you've been improving your 
diet!"

"Boss, that was fabulous!" Billy Joe replied.  "And you're right about the 
diet.  Between your Daughter and your Wife, I don't seem to have any time 
to eat junk food anymore!  Now, how about a taste.  Will you share?"

"Damn right!" James said as he stood and embraced Billy Joe.  They kissed 
hotly, Billy Joe's tongue in his mouth to get a taste of his own cum.  
They broke the kiss and Billy Joe lay his head on James' shoulder.

"I owe you so much James.  Guy sucking and fucking as well as how to take 
care of myself.  Maryann showed me how to make up my own enema bottles so 
I can be clean for butt fucking, *and* how to grease myself to be ready 
for a stiff cock!"

Billy Joe backed up to James' desk and lay back on it, lifting his knees 
to his chest, showing his ready asshole for James' pleasure.

"I don't have to tell you what I want, do I?" Billy Joe asked his friend.

James smiled as he opened his pants and dropped them to his feet, kicking 
them off along with his shoes.  "Nope!" James replied, fisting his now 
hard cock.  He centered his cock at Billy Joe's anus and gently pushed.  
He was surprised when it softly moved into his ass!"

"God!" James cried, "Such a hot, tight butt!" as he easily moved all the 
way into Billy Joe's ass.  "You've been practicing!"

"Ahhh!  That's good, good, good!" Billy Joe gasped.  "Yes, I have.  But 
not with real cocks.  Maryann sold me a anal probe and a dildo that looks 
exactly like your cock.  They were nice, but not nearly as nice as the 
real thing.  Okay, you know I can take it.  Now fuck me like the slut 
you've made me!  Fuck me like a man!  Do it!  Yes!  Ohhhh!  That's it!  
Slam my ass!  Fuck my butt hard and fast!  Fuck your cum into me!  Yes!  
Yes!  Yes!"

Billy Joe figured he wouldn't cum again but he wanted to feel James' hot 
cum deep inside of him.  He wanted to thrill his friend with his new 
talents.  He couldn't move much so he concentrated on tightening his 
rectal and anal muscles, pushing out when James pushed in, holding tight 
as James pulled out.

"Fffuuuuucccckkkk!" James moaned.  "You're really good!" he praised Billy 
Joe.  "Oh GOD!  I'M GOING TO CUM!  YES!  I'M CUMMING!"

To heighten the sensations, Billy Joe reached up and pinched James' 
nipples, hard!  He twisted and pulled them, shooting sparks to James' 
balls as they rumbled and pulsed, sending hot cum up his cock to spurt 
hotly into Billy Joe's clasping ass.

"Yes!  Yes!" Billy Joe gasped, feeling the inner heat.  "That's great!  
More!  More!  Fill me with your hot jism!  Cream me good boss!  Make me 
your cum slut too!"

James slapped into Billy Joe six more times, giving him six healthy spurts 
of man juice right where he wanted it!

All fucked out, James lay on Billy Joe's sweaty body, holding him close.  
"Buddy," James said, "That was fantastic!  I haven't had a fuck like that 
in a long time!  It's just what I needed to refocus my life.  Thanks!  I 
really appreciate it!"

They kissed hotly again and then James lifted off of his friend, giving 
him a hand to stand up.  They looked at each other and grinned, happy and 
fully satisfied.

"Come on," Billy Joe said as he took James' hand to pull him to the 
washroom.  "Let's clean up and I'll give you a ride in my new car!"

"New car?  When did you get a new car?"

"Today!  I picked it up only a few hours ago.  You'll be my first rider!"

"What did you get?" James asked.

"A Mercedes!"

"Really?  Did Edwin give you a good deal?"

"Yeah!  I had cash so he sweeten the deal even more with some free options 
and an extended warranty."

"Is it fast?"

"Yes, it's really quick!"

"A big engine?"

"No, just the V8.  He had it on the lot with only 1500 miles.  I got it 
for a song!" Billy Joe told James as the finished cleaning up.

They locked up James' office and left through his private exit.  Billy Joe 
had parked his new car right next to James' black Lexus.

"God!  It's beautiful!" James exclaimed.  "You didn't say you had one of 
the new SL 500's!  It sparkles!  What color is that?"

"They call it Mineral Green!  Hey, where are you going?  Get in James."

"What about my car?"

"Remember?  Break the mold?  Forget it!  I'll bring Junior and he'll drive 
it back to the house."

"Okay!  Jesus Lord!" James said as he climbed in and snuggled into the 
contour seat.  "This *is* real comfort!  Much nicer than Justine's."

"It's one of the special options I mentioned that Edwin let me have.  This 
five speed transmission is special too, as well as the suspension and 
racing tires.  Check this out."

Billy Joe backed out, straightened the car, and floored it.  The big five 
liter V8 engine spun the back tires as the two seat convertible shot 
across the long parking lot.  Billy Joe slammed on the brakes and turned 
the wheel, sliding the car into a four wheel drift, stopping facing in the 
direction they'd come from, tires smoking!

"Shit!  That's fucking quick!" James said excitedly.

"Yup!  Edwin says this beauty will do 145 MPH, but the tires were only 
speed rated to 125, so I ought to be cautious of extended high speed 
without better tires.  I checked out 'better' tires and they cost nearly 
$400 each!"

"Heh, heh!" James chuckled, "I guess you'll have to make do with only 125 
MPH, won't you?"

"No.  I ordered them already.  That's why I can fuck around with this 
little demonstration for you.  I'll have the new rubber by the time you 
get back.  Now check this out!"

Billy Joe turned on the car radio and it played softly, tuned to the 
University jazz station.  Billy Joe pushed a button and a large graphic's 
equalizer panel lit up with five vertical LED bars and slide switches.  
The tones of the music made the LED lights dance up and down.  Billy Joe 
adjusted the slid switches so the first two were three-quarters of the way 
up, the third one at the middle, the fourth on at the bottom, and the 
fifth also at the middle of the scale.  He touched a button at the top 
marked 'Reset', and the entire panel slid down to reveal three stacked 
radios whose hum came out of the car's radio speakers, the jazz station 
now silent.

"The top radio is the county-wide police, fire, and EMT frequencies.  It's 
in scan mode now, the blinking lights moving from one pre-set frequency to 
the next.  It'll stop when there's any traffic on a particular frequency.  
I just push it and it'll stop there.  To start scanning again, just push 
the button with the white 'S' on it.  The second radio is for the joint 
State/County Emergency Disaster and Civil Defense frequencies.  The third 
radio is for the civilian security operations, including the company that 
I've hired to monitor Preston corporation and for the Preston home.  The 
second and third radios have the same scan functions as the first.  I've 
also got this handy head set and microphone that will let me hear 
privately and speak.  Let me show you.  I'll plug it in underneath but 
keep the car speakers on the civilian security radio so you can hear too."

Billy Joe plugged in his ear phone and microphone set, put it over his 
head, and fiddled with the connecting box.  He pushed a button and the 
bottom radio lit up and it's scanning light stopped at the appropriate 
frequency.

"SecCom!  SecCom!  This is Preston one!  Come in SecCom!  Over."  Billy 
Joe spoke in normal voice into his microphone in front of his mouth, 
mounted to the head piece.

"Roger Preston One.  This is SecCom.  Copy five by five.  Over."

"Roger.  Good copy.  Advise lock down of Bee Hive.  Situation nominal.  In 
route to Rose Garden with Chexo.  Switch to WTC in fifteen minutes.  Say 
again, switch to WTC in one-five minutes.  Do you copy?  Over."

"Roger Preston One.  Copy Bee Hive lock down, in route to Rose Garden with 
Chexo, and switch to WTC in one-five minutes.  Over."

"Roger.  Good copy.  Kutgow!  Over and out."  Billy Joe finished.

"What the fuck is that all about?" James asked.

"I told our security firm, Secure Executive Comfort," Billy Joe explained, 
"that Preston Corporation was locked and empty, and that it was their turn 
to monitor it fully.  I also told them that I was driving you to your 
house."

"What's the WTC?" James questioned.

"Wireless telephone communication," Billy Joe replied.  "They'll call me 
on my office wireless telephone here," Billy Joe tapped the telephone 
hanging from his belt, "if there's any problems or trouble I need to be 
informed about."

"Oh, I see," James replied.  "And Kutgow?"

Billy Joe laughed, "Those guys are so acronym crazy!  I invented it.  It 
means 'Keep Up The Good Work!'.  Sort of like the term SNAFU in the Army, 
'Situation Normal, All Fucked Up!', only my term is just a nice way of 
saying thanks and that we appreciate their hard work keeping an eye and 
ear on Preston Corporation.  It's just a nicety between us security guys."

"Can we trust this security outfit?"

"You bet!  That firm that you hired to advise Preston Corporation on 
security and to train me rates them A1 in all three categories:  
Professionalism, Trustworthiness, and Innovation.  They're a state wide 
organization started by three guys: an ex-inner city police captain, a 
former state police major, and a ex-FBI man who specialized in executive 
protection issues.  They started with the personal protection of big wigs 
at the state capitol, both political and business men and women.  They 
expanded to home security and then to office/work place security.  They 
set up a remote office here last year to work with private clients.  Our 
police chief knows them and highly recommends them too.  They do his home 
security as well as the mayor's.  Others too, but they won't give me a 
list for security reasons.  I only know about the mayor because he blurted 
it out while we were having coffee and donuts with the police chief."

"Billy Joe!  You never cease to amaze me!  Are you hobnobbing with all 
these guys all the time?"

"No!  Well, I must admit that I know where the chief likes to have his 
morning donuts!" Billy Joe confessed as the drove out of the parking lot 
toward the Preston home.

"Shit Billy Joe!  Are you going to get fat on us?"

"No way boss!  I've enrolled in a security class at the county public 
safety academy and joined their physical training program.  The workouts 
are killers but some of the new female EMTs, cops, and firefighters are 
quite an inspiration.  Doing aerobics with those twenty year olds is very 
interesting."

They rode in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.  At the Preston 
house, Billy Joe drove around back and parked in the driveway behind the 
garage.  They went in the house to find Junior fucking Justine on the 
floor of the living room, their clothes scattered around and instant 
photographs of Emily, Liz, Maryann, and Justine on the floor next to the 
two fuckers.  Billy Joe and James went to the bar and poured themselves 
two fingers of scotch.  They toasted each other and watched Justine pull 
the cum from her son.

"Come on Junior.  Fuck and cum!  Fuck and cum!  Look at Emily cumming on 
your Sister's tongue!  She fucking loved it!  And the one where she's 
eating Liz while I suck her!  Look at Liz cum!  Hmmm!  Emily tastes so 
good!  Cum Junior!  Cum!  Fuck Momma's hot cunt and cum!"

"Oh gawd Mom!  I'm cumming!  I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" Junior yelled as he 
spurted into Justine's humping loins.

It was over too quickly and Junior lay panting on his Mom's body, fucked 
out.

"Bravo!  Bravo!" James and Billy Joe cheered as they applauded.

Junior groaned and rolled off Justine, his cock soft and glistening with 
sex juices.

"James!" Justine squealed as she sat up.  "Billy Joe!  Oh, two fresh 
cocks!  You sailors want some action?" Justine asked, making a lewd 
gesture with her finger pumping in and out of a thumb-finger loop of her 
other hand.  "You guys want to fuck?"

"Those are some interesting photos you got there," James said as he began 
to move toward his wife.  "Let me see them."

"OH NO!" Justine said as she hurriedly scooped up the twelve snapshots, 
holding them tightly to her still heaving bosom.  "These are supposed to 
be a surprise for you!  Now go sit down.  You too Billy Joe.  Sit at the 
bar.  I'll show you four of them but you can't touch.  Just look!  Okay?"

The men grinned and sat down, knowing that defying Justine would be 
useless.  They wanted to see what she offered.  Justine stood and moved 
naked to the back of the bar, sorted through the pictures and then laid 
out the four posed shots of Emily and Maryann, one at a time until all 
four were in a row on the bar.

"Just look at Maryann and Junior's sweet Emily!  Aren't they sexy?  Those 
bras and panties hide everything but show it all!  Look at those tits!  
And those butts!  Hmmmm!  God!  Emily's cum is so good!  Thick, creamy, 
and so tasty!  And her ass!  It was heaven!  I tongue-fucked her ass 
through a bunch of cums, her tight little pink asshole quivering as she 
came and came and came!"

James reached for the photograph of the two girls in the slave position; 
on tip-toes with their hands behind their heads.

"NO!  No touching James.  But yes, you see what I saw.  Junior's slut was 
wet!  Very wet.  Her panty crotch was soaked!  That's just from these 
silly poses!  Shit!  She cums like a fucking river!  All over too!  She 
gets incredibly hot!  Emily is very, very sexy!  Hmmmm!  She tastes so 
good!"

Junior came over to the bar and poured himself a scotch.  He grinned and 
handed Billy Joe the photographs he'd gotten from the HC media center.

"Look at these Billy Joe.  Tell me that Emily isn't the most beautiful 
babe at the reception, excepting Mom of course."

Justine picked up her four photographs and went to hide them, naturally in 
her lingerie drawer in one of her bras.  When she returned, wearing a long 
dressing gown, Billy Joe had the reception photographs spread out on the 
bar top, the guys looking through them.  Junior and James were telling 
Billy Joe who everyone was.

"Who's this hot babe?" Billy Joe asked.

"That's the Wife of the University President, Dr. James," Junior said.

"Her name is Claire and she was hot for Justine and Emily," James added.

"And this one?" Billy Joe asked.

"That's the Honor's College Dean, Dr. Sandra Watson," James replied.

"She looks pretty hot too!"

"She sure is!" Justine said.  "Cums easily and often!  Needs to change her 
diet though.  Her cum is a little thin and tart tasting."

"Well I must agree that Emily is the sexiest babe, excepting you Justine.  
That dress is positively nasty!"

"Oooh!  I'm glad you like it!  How about I go put it on and you can fuck 
me!  All of you can fuck me!" Justine put her arms around both Billy Joe 
and her Husband.  "Come on!  Let's go have a nice three on one!  Hmmm!  
One in my hot pussy, one up my ass, and one in my mouth!  Oh!  That sounds 
delicious!"

"No-can-do honey," James told his Wife.  "Susan wants us to come out to 
the resort and join them."

"Good!  An orgy!"

"Yes, perhaps!  Go clean up and put on your peasant outfit for me, will 
you?"

"That's a nice idea darling.  The gypsy one or the Greek slut outfit?"

"Gypsy!  I like those colors.  Makes you look really sexy!"

Justine's eyes gleamed.  "Okay!  I'll hurry!"  And she left for the master 
bedroom and bath.

"Don't forget, we've got to do the final interviews of the lawyers and 
accountants tonight," Junior reminded them after Justine had left.

"Oh yes!" Billy Joe agreed.  "Seven o'clock at the resort.  We'll have to 
make some arrangements with those folks in your suite," he said to James.

"No problem," James replied.  "They can stay and help or take the party to 
Steve's suite."

"Come on with me Junior," Billy Joe requested.  "I'll give you a ride in 
my new car!"

"You got a new car?  What is it?"

"You'll see!  Come on.  We'll meet you out at  the resort Mr. P.  See you 
there!"

Billy Joe led Junior out back to his new Mercedes and, after Junior 
checked out his new green SL-500 roadster, they got in and left the 
Preston home.  Billy Joe showed off his new car for his friend and showed 
him the radio set up, calling the security firm to tell them they were 
going to pick up James' Lexus in the parking lot.  Billy Joe gave Junior 
the keys and Junior followed him out to the resort.  They parked side by 
side and went into the bar to find out what had been going on from the 
barman, Peter.

"No, I haven't seen or heard from them since they left, right after your 
Mom and Dad did," Pete told them.  "Doctor Steve and Bill had the woman 
between them, ah. . . . Doctor Susan, and Kelly and Sylvia had the fellow, 
Doctor John, between them.  I think they were going to their suites, but 
I'm not sure.  Now what can I get for you two guys?"

"Just my usual, club soda with a piece of lime," Junior requested.  "Oh 
Peter, this is Billy Joe, my Dad's security man and Maryann's lover.  What 
would you like Billy Joe?"

"I'll have the same Peter.  We've got some interviews to do and I need to 
stay sharp!"

The barman went to get their drinks and they talked about the two lawyers 
and two accountants they were to interview, Billy Joe looking at his notes 
and going over their qualifications and first interview impressions.

"Hey Junior!" called a beautiful young blond girl with big boobs, "Haven't 
seen you in a while!" she added as she snuggled up to him, kissing him 
sweetly on the cheek.

"Sharon!  It's been a while," Junior replied.  "You're looking good!  Nice 
tan!"

Sharon, the Resort registration desk worker, had on a short, tight brown 
skirt that matched her brown uniform vest, with a name tag that said 
'Sharon' on it, over a sleeveless white blouse.  Her shoulder length blond 
hair framed her angelic face and sparkling blue eyes that only sixteen 
year-old girls can have.  She wore short brown high heels and nude color 
silk thigh-high stockings on her shapely legs, the tops of which showed 
below her skirt hem as she propped her foot up on the bar foot-rail 
between the two stools that Junior and Billy Joe sat on.

"Yeah, you want to see my tan lines?" she cooed as she began to unbutton 
her blouse.

"No, not right now," Junior said quickly as Sharon pulled the top of her 
blouse apart to show her lacy, well filled bra, displaying her strap 
marks.

"Ummm," Sharon sighed in disappointment, letting go of her blouse lapels, 
but not buttoning up.  "Hey, who's your good looking friend?" she asked, 
turning to Billy Joe, leaning over a bit to let her open blouse billow out 
to show him her fine breasts.

"Sharon, this is my friend Billy Joe.  He works with my Dad.  Billy Joe, 
this is Sharon.  She runs the desk with her Sister Sally.  Where is 
Sally?"

"Hi Billy Joe!" Sharon cooed, clearly on the make as she clasped Billy 
Joe's offered right hand with both of hers, her own right middle finger 
tucked under to sexily caress the palm of his hand.  "You work with James?  
He's so dreamy.  He's really a hunk!"

"Sharon!  Is Sally out at the desk now?" Junior asked again, knowing that 
Sharon was now hustling Billy Joe.

"Yeah, yeah.  She's at the desk," Sharon replied, irritated at the 
interruption of her seduction.  "I'm on my lunch break.  Say Billy Joe?  
Would you like to see my tan lines?"

Before Billy Joe could answer, Peter returned with their drinks.

"Hey Pete!" Sharon greeted him, not letting go of Billy Joe's hand, still 
stroking his palm with her finger, giving Billy Joe a hard on.  "Can I 
have one too?"

"You on break Miss Sharon?" Peter asked with a wide grin.

"You bet.  I've got a whole hour before I have to get back," she said more 
to Billy Joe than the barman.  She licked her lips sexily as she'd 
practiced in her mirror, doing what her Mom had taught her to aid in her 
seductions.  Her knee moved to bump softly against Billy Joe's inner 
thigh.  "I'll have what they're having."

"Right away Miss Sharon," Peter replied as he moved down the bar to get 
her a club soda, smiling with the knowledge that Billy Joe, if he played 
along, would soon get a fine fucking.

"Look," Junior said, "I'm going to go talk to Sally and brief her on our 
four interviews tonight.  Sharon, keep Billy Joe company for a while for 
me, will you?"

"Sure!" Sharon grinned, sitting on Junior's bar stool, facing Billy Joe 
with her legs spread, showing him more of her thighs and stocking tops.

Junior grinned, knowing that Sharon was a hot fuck and Billy Joe would 
soon get very lucky.  All the resort employees were available sexually to 
guests, as long as the attraction was mutual and it didn't interfere with 
their duties.  They all had monthly STD check-ups and had been instructed 
in appropriate behavior with regards to their work and their sexual 
escapades.  Junior had enjoyed Sharon's loving quite a few times, but 
found that she wasn't nearly as well skilled as his Sister or Mother.  
However, she was very enthusiastic and had an excellent body.  Junior left 
them knowing that their tryst had to be over within an hour so Sharon 
could resume her duties or she'd be considered negligent and would be 
reprimanded or dismissed.

"So what do you do for Mr. Preston?" Sharon asked, leaning forward again 
to show Billy Joe her boobs inside her open blouse, her hands on his upper 
legs and her thumbs slowly caressing his inner thighs near his now swollen 
cock.

Billy Joe grinned, happily letting this young minx think she's seducing 
him, and replied, "I'm sort of his eyes and ears, listening for trouble 
and keeping an eye on things he's to busy to watch himself."

"Oooh, that sounds important!  I bet you see a bunch of interesting 
stuff," Sharon replied as she twitched her shoulders, making her heavy 
breasts giggle nicely, "and hear some naughty things!"

"Yes," Billy Joe replied as he looked up from her legs where her skirt had 
slid up to almost two inches above her stocking tops to the view down her 
gaping blouse to her breast tops in their lacy bra, "I do see some 
remarkable sights and hear some wild things.  In fact, some are so 
incredible that they're hard to describe!"

"I know what you mean," Sharon cooed as her hands move up to let her 
thumbs slid up and down along the sides of Billy Joe's hard cock inside 
his pants.  "I see some remarkable stuff too that, well, get me very 
curious."

"Here's your drink Miss Sharon," Peter said as he set his drink down on 
the bar in front of her.

Sharon straightened up and took her club soda.  "Thanks Pete!" she said as 
she turned away from Billy Joe to smile at the barman.

Peter, a wise barman, wanted to help both Sharon and Billy Joe, a close 
friend of the Preston family, get together and suggested, "Miss Sharon.  
Why don't you show Billy Joe around the resort a little?"

"That's a good idea Pete," Sharon agreed.  "Billy Joe.  Would you like a 
little tour?"

"Okay," Billy Joe replied.

As Sharon wiggled down off the bar stool, Billy Joe laid a ten dollar bill 
on the bar and told Peter, "Thanks buddy.  I'll see you later!"

They both knew that soft drinks were complimentary but Billy Joe wanted to 
make sure that the barman understood that he was appreciative of his help 
in getting between hot Sharon's legs.

Billy Joe followed Sharon's twitching ass in her too tight skirt out of 
the bar and into the hall.  Although Billy Joe had been to the Resort 
several times, he played dumb and let her show him the pool, the banquet 
rooms, meeting rooms, and the guest room areas.  She took him outside and 
they walked in the shade out near the tennis courts and children's play 
area.  Two women were hitting tennis balls back and forth and several 
children were playing in the playground under the watchful eye of one of 
the Resort day care girls.  They walked along the tall hedge-lined path 
around the tennis courts toward the spa area and Sharon suddenly stopped, 
peering through the bushes.

"Shhhh!" Sharon cautioned and whispered, "It looks like Mrs. Walthorpe is 
going to get more than a tennis lesson from Teri while Alice watches her 
kids."

Sharon motioned Billy Joe to look through the bushes with her.  He came up 
tight behind Sharon, letting her feel his hardon on her ass as they looked 
through an opening in the bushes to see the two women tennis players 
kissing and hugging close by, supposedly hidden from view.  As the kiss 
got deeper the older woman's hands clutched the younger girls breasts 
through her tennis blouse with a big 'Resort Staff' printed on it.  The 
younger girl, who must have been the tennis instructor Teri, dropped her 
hand to Mrs. Walthrope's short tennis skirt and under to cup her crotch.  
As they watched, Sharon moved her ass sideways back and forth to sexily 
massage Billy Joe's hardon.

"Hmmmm!" Sharon cooed as she leaned back into Billy Joe's chest, "You must 
like watching women!"

"I love watching women," Billy Joe replied, "Touching them too!" he added 
as his arms went around Sharon, his hands slipping under her vest to cup 
her big boobs.

"Yes!" Sharon agreed, "and you do have a nice touch!" she moaned softly as 
Billy Joe rolled her gum-drop size nipples inside her blouse and bra.  "I 
like a man with a nice touch."  Sharon reached around behind her and 
grabbed Billy Joe's cock, jacking it.  "I also like a man with a hard 
cock!"

They stood there caressing each other, getting hotter and hotter, watching 
the two women make out.  The women got hotter too and then left the tennis 
court, headed toward the spa and the locker rooms.

"I guess they're going someplace more private," Billy Joe suggested.

"Yes.  We should do that too!" Sharon said as she turned in his arms.  She 
put her arms around Billy Joe's neck and kissed him hot and hard, with 
lots of tongue.  "Come on!  I know just the place," Sharon said as she 
pulled him by the hand down the path toward the spa.  "This is the staff 
house," she explained as the approached a small detached building that was 
of the same style as the other Resort buildings.  "We all have lockers 
here for our stuff and it's where we can get away from the guests for a 
while."

She opened the door with her Resort name tag badge's magnetic strip and 
led him into the main entry area where there were several couches, arm 
chairs, tables, and straight-back chairs, a large TV and stereo, which was 
tuned to a local FM rock and roll station playing music softly, and 
bookshelves with games, magazines, and books.  The employee break area was 
vacant at this time on a late Friday afternoon.

"Down here," Sharon said excitedly, hot to trot, pulling Billy Joe by the 
hand to a closed door.  Her card key unlocked the door and they went into 
the quiet hallway.  In a little alcove on the right were mail boxes for 
each employee, a time clock, and ten small windowed boxes with keys 
inside.  Sharon inserted her badge in one marked '8', the door popped 
open, she removed the key, and then pushed it closed again.  She picked up 
a nearby wall phone, punched three numbers and spoke, "Sis?  I'll be in 
number eight with Billy Joe, Junior's friend.  Will you buzz me at ten 
till?  Okay, thanks!"

Sharon hung up the phone and smiled, "Come on!  You got me so hot I'm 
going to cream!"

She pulled Billy Joe down the hall to number eight, opened the door with 
her card key, and pulled him in.  The room had a double bed, a night stand 
with a lamp, two chairs, and a chest of clean linen.  A bathroom was 
attached with a toilet, a sink, and a large shower built for two.

Sharon laced her arms around Billy Joe's neck and kissed him again.  This 
time it was hot, *very* hot.  She rubbed her tits back and forth against 
his chest and pushed her thigh between his legs and up against his swollen 
cock.

Billy Joe broke the kiss and backed off two feet.  "Strip honey!" he said 
as he unbuttoned his shirt.  "Be sexy but don't waste a lot of time.  I 
want to suck you and fuck you and make you squeal with joy!  We haven't 
got a lot of time, so show me your sexy underwear!"


End Chapter 64

********************** 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 rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body.
************** Thank You For Reading My Story **********************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston 
Copyright 2001 



 





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