Brenda's Night Out
written by:
Joshua

It all started because I opened my big mouth, actually. And by the time everything had reached an end, I found myself simply amazed at just how far some people will go in order to encounter new experiences.

I'd just been hired by the new high school as a science teacher. Fresh out of college three months before, I spent the summer at my parent's beach house, not doing much and making sure my beer intake, as well as the number of hours I laid in the sun were proportional. By the middle of August when I was supposed to report to Magnet High School, my skin was a deep bronze color, my hair was a shade lighter, and I was ready to begin a career I knew would allow me to make a contribution to my nation. I'd already served four years in the Army with two years of that time spent fighting in Afghanistan. I was ready for a peaceful job, something that did not involve anyone shooting at me. I was twenty-two years old and ready to take on the world.

The first two weeks of school hectic and time consuming. Every hour was with professional development classes, organizing our classrooms, and meeting with the academic teams we were assigned to. I was assigned to the Thoroughbred Team and as the junior member, it was my job to ensure each team meeting was stocked with donuts, pastries, coffee, and juice. I didn't mind, really, because I just wanted to become a viable member of the team and to do my part and to contribute. I immediately liked everyone on the team and knew that the coming school year would be rewarding and educational toward my development as an effective teacher.

Mr. Sterns, taught History and was the team leader. He was nearing retirement, and at age sixty-three, I was sure he'd earned it. He treated me like an equal immediately and I grew to respect him in no time at all. Then there was Mrs. Woods, our literature teacher, who, like Mr. Sterns, was also nearing retirement. She reminded me of my grandmother: she had a full head of grey hair and continually kept us up to date on her seven grandchildren. Mr. Edwards taught math while also spending his afternoons as the assistant football coach. He was a big, burly kind of man who wore a close-to-his skull haircut that reminded me of the United States Marines. He enjoyed joking around at team meetings until Mrs. Woods reminded him that "We don't have all day, Coach Edwards." Just around the corner from my classroom sat the language lab where Miss Rodriguez taught Spanish. Unlike Mr. Sterns or Mrs. Woods, Miss Rodriguez was fairly new to teaching, this being only her third year. She was tall, dark-skinned, and had eyes that reminded me of two dark pools of oil: They were almost black in color, to match the thick rug of hair that covered her head. Coach Edwards caught me staring at Miss Rodriguez at one team meeting when she arrived wearing the shorts of shorts and a halter top that did nothing to prevent anyone who wanted to - that meant myself and the coach, at least - from seeing her huge nipples. "Don't even think about getting next to that, Bob," Coach Edwards said to me when we took a break from the meeting. "She lives with her wife." Oh, okay, I said to myself: She's a lesbian. I can accept that. Before the school year ended, Miss Rodriguez and I became good friends, and I often asked her questions about effective teaching and classroom management.

And then there was Mrs. Brenda Kenny, the Thoroughbred's career management teacher. Our school district possessed a progressive state of mind and we believed that in addition to the basic core classes each student needed to be successful, they also needed guidance on how to use what we taught them toward choosing and pursuing a career. It was one thing, we believed, to know math, literature, history, and science, but it was another to use all that education to answer your reams. So far, more than ninety percent of our students had gone to a four year college, and of those that did, more than seventy-five percent had graduated. Even those students who chose not to enroll in a traditional four year college had gone on to trade school, and had become successful plumbers, electricians, nurses, and policemen. And it was Mrs. Kenny's job to prepare them for the future.

Let me describe Mrs. Kenny to you. By the time she introduced herself to me on my first day at the school, she'd been teaching for fifteen years. That doesn't mean she was in her mid-thirties: no, Brenda had spent several years in the world of finance as a bank manager before one day deciding to obtain her college degree with an emphasis in education. She quit her job and graduated from the university in three years, not with a Bachelor's degree, but, rather with a Masters degree in Education. She was that smart, and that driven to succeed. And if you think Brenda Kenny looked the part of a middle-aged teacher, I'm afraid you'd be wrong. She stood almost six feet tall, and while she wasn't overweight, she didn't possess the body of a model, either. Her ass was semi-wide, and I learned quickly that it was easy to tell when Brenda chose to wear panties, a thong, or nothing to cover her ass because of the tight skirts and shorts she wore in the first days of school when there were no students in the building. She always wore at least three inch high heels or sandals, and her toes were always painted a bright, fiery red shade. "They resemble the heat inside me, Bobby," Brenda said to me one day when she caught me staring at her feet. Wiggling her foot, she remarked, "and you know what people say about a women's toe color and a man's shoe size!" While her comment was purely sexually based, I discovered that Brenda and I shared something: the joy of laughing at ourselves.

By the time I joined the Thoroughbreds, Brenda Kenny was fifty-six years old. And, to be honest, she looked her age. Teaching school will do that to you: just ask any teacher. Two features stood out on Brenda that drove me crazy from the first day I met her. The first thing that caught my attention was her auburn-colored hair. It was a unique color that hung past her shoulders and framed her face quite well. But below that, there was the set of massive tits that she continually had on display. I mean, I know it was still summer time and the temperatures were warm: but everyday Brenda came to school, she displayed more cleavage than you might see in an adult film. To make matters worse, she'd lean over my desk to ask me a question or come to my room to deliver supplies and there they'd be, her tits that all but jumped from the inside of her blouse. Whenever she walked, the thin high heels caused her tits to jiggle under her blouse, the huge melons waving back and forth, and up and down as if she had two live animals under her shirt. And because the air conditioning was turned so low, each prominent nipple announced its presence, driving myself and any other male who was interested - or who couldn't keep their eyes off Brenda's tits - an excellent view of two of the largest tits I found myself near on a daily basis. Even when school began two weeks later, Brenda continued to wear low-cut, cleavage-revealing blouses that certainly delighted the high school-aged boys who attended Brenda's Careers Class.

As time passed, however, Brenda and I became closer friends. I learned that her husband was a successful businessman who owned a series of hardware stores. And let me tell you: more than once over morning coffee, Brenda described to me in almost intricate detail the hot, wild sex she and her husband had the night before. "Oh, Bob, Steve does amazing things with that tongue of his," she might say to open a conversation. Or, she might inform me that "Steve loves the fact that I never wear pantyhose: Nothing but lace top stockings for me!" It was when Brenda issued that last comment that I noticed she was wearing dark stockings: looking further, I saw the tell-tale evidence of the lower edges of the lace stocking top. Brenda caught me staring at her and rather than admonish me, simply laid her hand on my thigh and said, "If only you knew, baby: if only you knew." I had no idea what she was talking about.

By mid-October, Brenda Kenny and I were the best of friends. We enjoyed each other's company but we also had developed the habit of playing practical jokes on each other as well as daring the other to perform some act that often crossed the line of propriety and good manners. More than once, at the end of the day, I arrived at my car parked in the faculty parking to find a condom stretched over the car antennae. In response, she'd find a pair of men's underwear draped over the head of her overhead projector. I enjoyed these jokes, and because neither Brenda and I believed we exceeded the limits, we still made sure to understand that there was a cutoff point in the event one of us felt the other might have gone too far.

One Friday morning, Brenda found a copy of "Lesbian Nights" magazine in her school mailbox. I'd placed it in the small mail slot with just enough of the title showing that allowed anyone else collecting their mail to see what was in Brenda's box. Shortly after homeroom when our students were at an assembly, Brenda stormed into my room with the magazine rolled in her hand and chased me around the perimeter of the room, slapping me with the rolled-up tube, but laughing as she did so. It wasn't until Brenda had me trapped in the corner and was beating me like a bad dog that she finally stopped the assault. I offered her a cup of coffee from the small percolator behind my desk, handing the steaming cup to her as she sat in the leather chair located beside my desk.

Now, as I said, Brenda's manner of dress caused certain nerve endings in my body to go on overload. This morning, she'd chosen to wear a clinging red dress, one that did show her small paunch, but one which also clung so tightly to her tits that I was able to see the bra size tag when she turned her back to me. And yes, the nipples were also there, protruding from under her tight dress like two fleshy thimbles. As usual, black seamed stockings covered her legs, her feet encased in four-inch, stiletto-heeled patent leather pumps. "That was some trick you played, Bob," Brenda said, referring to the magazine I'd placed in her mail box. When she asked where I'd purchased the publication, I found I was hesitant to tell her that I'd found it at an adult bookstore located on my route home. "You're kidding!" she squealed, leaning toward me now, the change in her body position causing the already low opening of her dress to sag further and the long line of cleavage dissecting her tits to become even more visible. Either Brenda had no idea I could see well into her dress - her tits were covered, partially, by a black lace bra - or that I was doing my best not to get caught searching for the elusive nipples I'd not yet had the pleasure of seeing. "You must take me there!" Brenda said, placing her long-fingered hand on my left thigh. "I've always wanted to go to one of those places, but never had the nerve," she said, leaning forward even more now and displaying an added degree of cleavage. Two black eyes bored into me, and I knew there was no way I could say no. When I asked about her husband and how he might feel about us entering an adult bookstore together, Brenda quickly stated, "Oh, hell, he won't care. He'll just be getting drunk at the corner bar. He won't even miss me." Again, I sat silently, asking myself what it was I'd gotten myself into. I mean, it was one thing to enter one of those stores by myself, spending perhaps a half hour looking at the various movie titles of magazines. But it was another to go there with a friend, especially a female friend.

Brenda immediately sensed my hesitation. Even when she stated she could never enter an adult bookstore alone, I still hesitated, primarily for two reasons. First, there was fact she was married and how would her husband view her going to a store full of videos showing people fucking, or toys designed to be jammed up an ass or into a cunt? When I asked Brenda what her husband would think when or if he discovered she'd gone to the bookstore with me, a single man, Brenda's response surprised me. "So what if he knows? It's not like he doesn't have his own little secrets." Okay, that's interesting, I said to myself. But then there was the second reason: What if someone saw us? I mean, we were teachers and were supposed to always present a socially acceptable image. "Bob, come on," Brenda said, her hand once more on my thigh. "If anyone we knows sees us, they can't say anything because then we can tell everyone we saw them there as well." Brenda had a point, but I guess it was my hesitation that caused her to bring her last weapon to the fight. Leaning back now, Brenda crossed her leg, the sensuous sound of the silk stocking reaching my ear

"Come on, Brenda," I said. "What would Steve think if he knew I took you there?" I was surprised when Brenda responded that Steve didn't have to know. Her remark that Steve had his secrets and she had hers was quite informative. For the next few moments, Brenda and I went back and forth on this, me not believing how much effort my friend was putting into convincing me to escort her to an adult bookstore. But I was standing my ground, uncertain what the right thing was to do. Finally, Brenda stood and looked down at me. In my mind, I'd won the argument. How little I knew.

"Well, then, Bob, if you don't have the guts to take me, I'll find someone else who will." I stood as well, my blood beginning to boil: I'd been to combat, twice, and I certainly did not need anyone to challenge me over such a simple task. Brenda and I stood toe to toe, each intent on winning this argument. Of course, she had the upper hand on me because I'd been to the store before and had no qualms about going there.

I informed Brenda that we'd go that very evening, instructing her to meet me at the Main Sail Tavern, a small bar located not too far from the adult bookstore. "You got it, mister," Brenda said, a hint of mischief in her eyes. I spent the remainder of the day asking myself what I'd gotten into, and how I might handle matters once I stood beside Brenda looking at video covers showing women - and men - sucking cock, taking dicks in their pussies, up the ass, and so on. But there was one aspect of the adult bookstore I forgot to think of, something that came back to influence the entire evening. But more on that later.

I heard Brenda enter the bar before I saw her. Just as I was finishing my second whisky, I heard the tap-tap-tap sound of her stiletto heels as she made her way across the tiled floor. Maybe it was because I'd skipped dinner and had the two whiskies in my system that caused me to do a double-take when I saw Brenda. I mean, like I said, she was no young beauty queen, and she was well past the age of the women I dated. But as I watched Brenda make her way across the bar to where I sat, I suddenly felt something beyond friendship: I mean, she'd taken me under wing and mentored me as a young teacher, but we weren't in school right now. We were in a bar and here came Brenda, again dressed in red. A short skirt barely covered her wide ass, and just as barely covered her legs, stretching no more than five or six inches below her ass cheeks. Black seamed stockings covered her legs, and her weight was supported by five inch stiletto heels. But more than the short skirt, stockings, and heels that I had difficulty keeping my eyes from, it was the jacket that covered her upper torso that I also found it almost impossible to divert my attention from. Brenda's jacket remained open, revealing a light red colored and deep plunging pullover underneath. The long , deep line of cleavage I'd become so familiar with once more sprang into view, more so each time Brenda shifted her body from side to side. As she swiveled her body on the bar stool, I caught an occasional glimpse of stocking top. For whatever reason, my friend Brenda had come dressed for this special event. And I have to admit that my cock began to stir, fluttering wildly under my loose-fitting trousers. As Brenda slid up onto the bar stool behind me, before I could greet her, she raised her right index finger, and said, simply, "shut up." Her next move was to order a double whisky, which she drained in one swift gulp before ordering another strong drink. Yet, again, another glass made its way to her lips, her third strong drink in less than five minutes.

"Wow, Brenda, are you okay?" I asked. She turned to me and informed me that she'd had a rough parent-teacher conference after school that had left her quite angry. She assured me, however, that she as feeling much better now, a statement I believed when I took into account the number of quick drinks she'd had in the short timespan she'd been in the bar. Finally, Brenda turned to me and asked when we were going to the adult bookstore. I led her outside to my car to begin the short, ten minute journey to a place I still had trouble believing Brenda had never been. Along the way, Brenda's skirt rode up her leg and by the time we were halfway to the bookstore, her dress had risen to the point where I had a clear view of the lace stocking top. The material seemed stretched across her upper thigh, almost to the point of tearing. But instead, the silk remained in place. It was while we waited for a light to change that Brenda caught me staring wide-eyed at her stocking-covered legs. I asked if she was going to pull her skirt down, but all she did was simply to laugh loudly.

"Shit, Bob!" she said, her voice still wracked with laughter. "We're going to a place where they have books showing people fucking and you're concerned about a little stocking top?" Before I could respond, Brenda placed both hands just under the hem of her dress and hiked the red-tinted material upward until both stocking tops were visible. In fact, she'd lifted the dress so high, I was able to see at least three inches of bare thigh just above the lace tops. In my mind, I knew two things: One, Brenda was probably intoxicated from the three quick drinks she's had and that was causing her to act this way. And, secondly, if she was this loose, she was probably going to be wild once we arrived at the bookstore. "Now, does that make you feel better, baby?" Brenda asked. For what seemed like an hour, I stared openly at my friend's display of stocking tops and bare thighs. I was awoken from my stupor by Brenda's voice, saying, "The light's changed, baby." I drove forward to the sound of Brenda sliding her dress back into place.

But there was more going on in the car than Brenda hiking her dress almost to her waist. Yes, I knew she was somewhat intoxicated, but I had no idea she could be this forward. I mean, to lift her dress and show me so much leg that the only thing I didn't see was her cunt? And now that I'd viewed Brenda's stocking tops, there was no way to calm my cock. By now, the shaft was long and hard and I knew there was an obvious bulge located by my seatbelt. Whether or not Brenda saw the bulge or not was beyond my knowledge. But if I thought the evening's weirdness was over, I was wrong. I was completely wrong. Five minutes later, I steered the car into the bookstore parking lot. Because there were no parking places near the front door, I was forced to find a spot near the rear of the lot. And that is where the adventure and the unknown continued.

I parked my car between two sedans, one which had a gentleman wearing a long trench coat leaning against the right side car. "What the fuck is he doing?" Brenda asked, but before I could respond, the man opened his coat to reveal a very hard and a very long cock. I mean, the shaft of this man's cock had to have measured at least nine inches. "Well, isn't that interesting?" Brenda asked, her eyes intent upon exposed cock. To her credit, Brenda didn't flinch when the made his way to Brenda's side of the car and openly stroked his cock. Her head was turned away from me, but there was no mistaking the sound of her taking in a series of deep breaths. The only thing separating Brenda from this pervert's cock and her face was a thin pane of auto glass. I wanted to jump from the car and beat the man's ass, and I was in the process of doing so when, without looking at me, Brenda slid her hand to her left and placed it on my right thigh. "Wait," was all she said as we sat in the relative safety of my car and watched a grown man stroke his cock. Brenda's hand began to squeeze my thigh, exerting pressure on the muscle. Suddenly, she turned her head away from the cock located just outside the car and said, "I have a gift for this bastard."

Before I could even ask what type of "gift" Brenda had for a man willing to stroke his cock in public, Brenda quickly swept both hands upward, slipped each opened palm inside the top of her low-cut dress and in an instant, scooped each huge titty from her dress. I was amazed and unable to speak. Brenda's tits were huge, as I'd suspected, but the nipples were amazing. She held each titty in the palm of her hands and through the glass, yelled at the man whose eyes were now as wide as satellite dishes. "You like these, motherfucker?" she yelled through the glass. "I bet you'd love to get your greasy ass hands on these wouldn't you, cocksucker?"

To say I was amazed would be an understatement. I mean, already I'd agreed to escort a colleague into an adult bookstore without her husband's knowledge, and now, here was that same coworker displaying her tits to not only me but to a complete stranger, and one who had his cock in his hand, at that! I suppose the sudden appearance of Brenda's mountainous tits was too much for the cock stroker because he quickly closed the overcoat and scooted away from the car. Brenda craned her neck as she watched him walk behind my auto and disappear into the crowded parking lot. Brenda turned away from the window, a long, wide smile on her face and her tits still cupped in each hand. "Well, I guess we scared him off, Bob!" Suddenly realizing her tits were exposed, Brenda silently tucked each fleshy melon back into her dress. Just before we left the car, she again placed her hand on my thigh, and this time, there was no mistaking the long, obvious glare she gave my still hard cock. With her eyes glued to the cock bulge making its presence known in my trousers, Brenda asked, "Should we wait here a few minutes, baby?"

I so desperately wanted Brenda to open my trousers and to take my cock into her mouth, but I was certain she didn't feel that way about me. I was sure all she wanted was just a trip to a place she'd never been before. I slowly shook my head, and slid out of the car. Before I opened Brenda's door, I made sure the phantom cock stroker was no where to be seen. As Brenda extended her right leg to leave the car, she again flashed the stocking top. By now, I was immune to seeing the lacy tops but was still unable to keep my eyes off them.

But just as she swung her body out of the car, I was greeted with the sight of a black silk thong covering Brenda's pussy. It was obvious Brenda did not shave her cunt as I easily detected several thick tufts of black cunt hair jutting from the two legbands. Brenda caught me staring and said, "Hell, Bob, we could have our own little pornographic show right here in the parking lot, couldn't we?" A loud laugh as she stood on her high heels, and one minute later, Brenda and I entered the adult bookstore.

If you've ever been inside an adult bookstore, you know that the moment a female steps inside and begins to cruise the aisles, the first thing the usual group of men begins to believe is that she is either a hooker or she's come to fuck. Well, Brenda fit neither of those descriptions but she did seemed determined to explore every last corner of the bookstore. And if you've ever seen a child in a toy store, you'll be familiar with the expression that spread across Brenda's face. As we entered the store, we were forced to make our way through shelf after shelf of sex videos, the topics ranging from simple, raw sex to anal penetration, to the use if sex toys, and on and on. Brenda stopped every few seconds to either look at a video cover or to turn and stare at me. I was sure she wasn't angry - coming here had been her idea, anyway - she was just curious. Row after row, shelf after shelf, Brenda and I scanned every title and every variety of sex.

But I noticed one other thing as Brenda and I scanned the films, sex toys, and every other sexual tool the store offered. And that was that every man in the store stared openly at Brenda and I, their glares fueled by curiosity, and some, I was certain, by outright and obvious envy for me. That Brenda was dressed so provocatively was one thing, but the fact that she seemed so at ease inside this place of sexual pleasure was another. She too noticed the men staring at us and I suppose the open stares of men she did not know added to the level of sexual stimulation she was feeling. It was then that Brenda began to give the men inside the store a small, low-level sex show: she began to bend over at the waist, the bending of her body exposing the lace stocking tops and lower edges of her ass cheeks. Or, she bent low enough that the jacket she was wearing over the thin under garment opened wide, the long, deep gash between her tits coming clearly into view. And each time Brenda semi-exposed her stocking tops or cleavage, she returned to a standing position with a sly smile on her face, her eyes locked onto mine as she sent me a silent message that she understood clearly what it was she was doing. We continued to scan the items on sale in the bookstore, her high heels clicking loudly with each step she took. Finally, we arrived at a rack of item aimed clearly to appeal to homosexual men.

It was interesting to me that Brenda stopped for the longest period of time at the gay sex rack. I watched as she picked up one video cover after another which offered the "hottest gay sex" on the planet. Brenda focused on the men sucking cock or taking a hard prick up their ass, often looking at me after she'd completed reading about one homosexual encounter after another. When I asked her if there was any one thing she was looking for, she simply replied, "No, but I'll know it when I see it."

We'd turned down the sex toy aisle when Brenda stopped and began to admire the array of dildos, vibrators, false pussies, and even the blow-up dolls. She turned to me and asked in a voice barely above a whisper, "Do men really fuck these fake pussies and blow-up dolls?" When I responded that yes, some men certainly did use them as sexual outlets, Brenda giggled before grasping my hand and leading me along the huge display of dildos. Before we reached the end of the display, she'd removed and handled at least ten of the various dildos, ranging in length from five inches to a gargantuan twelve inches in length. "My, my, my," she said as she held the long, hard, plastic make-believe cock in her hands. "I bet this could do some serious damage."

Now, so far, I was happy I'd been brave enough to bring Brenda to the adult bookstore, but I was suddenly conscious of the leers and stares we were receiving from the small, but all male crowd inside the store. I decided to call Brenda on her bravado. "I bet that thing would do a great deal of damage to someone like you, sweetie." I was certain my comments would bring Brenda to her senses and we could leave. But as I learned then and in the next few hours to come, Brenda Kenny was not one to be easily intimidated.

Taking the dildo in both hands, Brenda pointed it at me like a spear. "And I bet it wouldn't do a bit of damage, you young bastard!" she hissed at me, he eyes suddenly on fire. And to my surprise, Brenda suddenly marched across the store without me, laid the dildo on the counter and purchased the sex toy . With the plain brown bag in her hands, she returned to where I'd remained and said, "Okay, big boy: What's next?" I was too amazed to answer, to which Brenda said, "Come on, now, I'm sure there's plenty more here to see."

I knew I could either try and convince Brenda to leave then - something I doubted I'd be able to do - or, continue to escort her around the adult bookstore. There was one particular area I knew we hadn't yet visited, but was hesitant to take Brenda there, a long row of small booths located down a semi-dark hallway. These were the film booths, and while I was certain Brenda had enjoyed herself so far, I had no idea how she would react to me asking her to spend time with me in one of the phone-booth sized rooms. But I had nothing to lose, so, taking my friend by the hand, I led her away from the staring crowd, through a small doorway, and into the building-length hallway where patrons were offered the ability to watch an adult film in private. When I explained what the individual booths were designed for, Brenda said "Well, this is more like it!" And so, with the securely wrapped dildo in her right hand, Brenda slid her left arm up and over my right arm and we proceeded down the hallway.

Brenda and I walked past several doors which were locked before finally finding an unoccupied booth. We slipped into the small cubicle to find a short bench running the length of the wall facing a small television screen. I explained how the booths worked to Brenda, then, after carefully wiping the bench with my handkerchief, we sat. I swiped my credit card - a sign of progress when compared with the old machines that required a steady supply of quarters or tokens - and we sat back to watch the film. Because the bench was so short, Brenda and I were forced to sit very closely together. It was just as the room darkened and the film began that I felt her slide her right hand upon my thigh. It was then that a sudden thought came to me, and so, leaning toward Brenda, I asked, "What would Steve, your husband, say if he knew you were here right now?"

I felt Brenda shift her weight toward me, the pressure of her hand increasing on my thigh. Although the film had started, she turned and stared at me for a long, quiet moment. Finally, she said, "He's not here right now, is he, Bob?" In the dim glow of the television screen, Brenda saw me shake my head slowly from side to side. "Well, then, we don't have to worry about what he would think. Now, let's watch the film." It was then that I realized that I'd possibly gotten myself into something I hadn't planned for. But Brenda was correct: her husband was not in the small booth with is, and that was one fact I was very grateful for.

To be honest, the film was only a mild-success. There were the usual scenes of men and women fucking and sucking, the women all wearing high heels in bed, the men all having phenomenally long cocks. What I found interesting was that not once during the film did Brenda remove her hand from my thigh, although there were several times she massaged my leg, the heel of her hand coming within inches of where my semi-hard cock lay under my trousers. When the lights suddenly came on at the end of the movie, Brenda and I sat and stared at each other for a long period, as if we each had something to say but weren't quite sure which words to use. Finally, I stood and taking Brenda by the hand, led her again into the hallway. For some reason, rather than turn right to find the end of the hallway and to leave the bookstore, I turned left and led Brenda in that direction, after passing several more closed doors, realized my mistake. By that time, however, as I turned to retrace my steps, Brenda had stopped and was peering inside one of the half-closed doors. I stepped beside her without looking in the door and asked, "So, you wish to view another film?"

But Brenda didn't respond to my question. Instead, she stepped through the door and disappeared into the booth. I followed and quickly realized two things: The size of this space more closely resembled a small room with a long sofa as the only piece of furniture. And the second realization was that Brenda and I were not alone in the room, either. The room was divided in half by a ceiling-to-floor length pane of glass. And on the other side of the glass sat a model, studying her long, sharp, red-painted nails, an expression of almost complete boredom on her face. She perked up somewhat when Brenda and I entered and stood before the glass, staring at her as she rose from her chair. A small sign taped to the glass said, simply, "Julie."

I heard Brenda inhale sharply as Julie approached her side of the glass. She was barely dressed: A thin, sheer black robe covered her body, but only to the point that it wasn't completely impossible to see her nipples. Because the robe was clasped just below Julie's tits, the garment swung open with her movement, revealing a flat stomach, and a thong covering her pussy. Black matching stockings and four inch high heels matched Julie's robe. Thick, auburn colored hair sat in a tight bun atop Julie's head. Her makeup was thick as well, her cheeks bright red with rouge, her eyes heavily underlined with mascara. Julie arrived at the glass, extended her right hand to the side and depressed a small blue button. "Hi there, may I help you?" Julie's eyes shifted from me to Brenda, then back again before she depressed the button and repeated her question.

It was obvious what Julie's purpose was in the glassed-in booth, and that was to provide men with strip shows from behind the glass without the worry of being manhandled by them. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, "We wandered in here by mistake." I placed my hand on Brenda's right arm, hoping to steer her out of the live booth and back into the hallway. But Brenda didn't move when I tried to turn her, instead now focusing her attention onto Julie. "Brenda?" I asked. "Are you coming?"

Brenda turned to me and offered a single word response; No. Confused by her response, I again stood beside Brenda who by now had placed her body against the glass and asked Julie what it was exactly that she did behind the glass. "I remove my clothes for cash, ma'am," Julie said, spinning in a small circle on the stiletto heels, the robe opening several inches to reveal more of her well-conditioned body. Facing us again, Julie said, "I normally stay behind the glass, but, there are exceptions to that rule," Julie said, pointing to a small door handle, something I'd missed when we entered the booth. "If I feel I won't be harmed, I can leave the enclosure back here and perform my dance out there where you sit." Julie stared intently at Brenda before adding, "It's all up to you, of course, but I will say that the greater the amount of you ‘donation,' the safer I usually feel." The ensuing silence was Julie's way of giving Brenda and myself a chance to discuss what we wanted to happen next. I mean, it was obvious Brenda wanted the young woman to dance for her: Now it was a matter of where Julie would conduct her performance. I knew now that Brenda wanted to experience the adult bookstore to the fullest, and since it was me who brought her here, I might as well do everything I could to make the experience as enjoyable as possible for my friend.

Brenda turned to me and spoke, her words rushed, almost breathless. "How much cash to do you have?" she asked as she thumbed through her own small purse. I produced five twenty dollar bills to match Brenda's fifty dollars. Brenda held the cash in her hands and stared back at Julie who contemplated the small pile of cash in Brenda's hand. It was when Julie smiled at Brenda and extended her arm to open the glass partition that Brenda smiled broadly, content that she was within minutes of having a private show.

Brenda and I sat on the sofa, our bodies close again as Julie closed and locked the door. In that brief interlude before anything happened, I felt Brenda slide her hand once again onto my thigh, and when I turned my head to look at her, I couldn't help but notice the lacy tops of her stockings making their presence known again. But as my eyes traveled upward, I also noticed the obvious sign that Brenda was sexually stimulated: Two, pointed and wide bumps indicating the location of her nipples under her dress informed me that Brenda had reached a certain physical and erotic state as a result of the upcoming sex show.

Music suddenly erupted from the ceiling mounted speakers as Julie stood before us and began to gyrate her body from side to side. I was surprised that the music escaping the speakers was slow-paced rather than the usual, loud, rock-based music that sometimes seemed to dampen the senses. "Your ‘donation' bought you a half hour," Julie said, as she lifted both hands to the top of her head, her palms resting on the tight, brown-haired knot of hair. "And if you feel the need to touch each other, that's okay. The door is locked and can't be opened again until I deactivate the door lock."

Without speaking, Julie began to dance, the robe swishing around her body as she turned slowly on the sharp-pointed stiletto heels. Several seconds passed before Julie lowered her hands and covered both tits, the silk robe pinned between her hands and her titties. Julie continued in this manner until she released her tits and placed her hands on the waistband of the thong covering her pussy. Teasingly, she pulled the waistband away from her body, affording Brenda and I a brief glimpse of that area located just below her navel but several inches above her forest of cunt hair. I heard Brenda inhale again sharply, but did not look at her. My attention was on Julie, mainly because the majority of funds we'd pooled to have Julie dance for us had come from my pocket. But I didn't care and realized how much fun I was having. If I'd only known then how much more fun I was on the verge of having.

As I expected and eagerly waited for, Julie began to slowly disrobe, to remove the few garments covering her well-toned body. She teased Brenda and I by opening one side of the robe, the areole of the left tit coming slowly into view. I was delighted to see the areole seemed to be more than half-dollar sized, hoping that when they finally emerged, the nipples would be just as large. Julie tugged the robe further to the left again, more of the long cleavage between her titties coming into view as well. Brenda inhaled again beside me, but my attention remained on Julie. Doing her job well, Julie released the left side of the robe and repeated her actions on the right side, now exposing a greater amount of the right tit. As she had several times before, Brenda squeezed my thigh again.

It was when Julie suddenly and unexpectedly threw open the robe to reveal both massive tits that Brenda truly gave my thigh a force of pressure I'd not felt before. In one swift motion, Brenda's right hand slid downward toward my now growing cock while simultaneously compressing the flesh of my thigh. I wanted to turn my head and stare at Brenda, but Julie's actions were, at that time, more important to me. I noticed that Julie's eyes also dropped toward my cock, something that caused my dick to begin to extend under my trousers. For the next several moments, Julie continued to tease Brenda and I, first opening the robe fully, then closing it, bending forward at the waist and jiggling her tits, and so on. Each move Julie made resulted in Brenda re-squeezing my thigh, and by her hand making its way slowly but surely up my thigh. I felt Brenda moving her ass slightly away from me, but then quickly returning it to where it pressed firmly against my side.

It was when I finally decided to avert my attention for one brief second that I turned my head to look at Brenda. I knew she was certainly into the strip show, but when I turned and first saw the hem of her skirt pulled so high that the thong covering her cunt was clearly visible, I realized then just how stimulated Brenda had become. But it was the dildo, held firmly in her left hand that caught the greatest amount of my attention. She held the dildo like a trophy, almost, the tip pointed at the ceiling, and Brenda's hand gripping the center of the long, plastic shaft.

But more than simply gripping the dildo, Brenda had commenced to sliding her hand the length of the fake cock. From head to base, and although her eyes were glued to Julie's dance, Brenda stroked the dildo as if it was an actual cock. By now, her breathing seemed more shallow as she stroked the dildo with her left hand. When she lifted her right hand from my thigh, I was disappointed until I saw Brenda insert the same hand under the waistband of the thong barely covering he cunt. Brenda's eyes never left Julie's seductive dance but her hands were busy with other things. "Oh, hell, " I heard Brenda say, softly, but still loud enough for me to detect the lust in her voice. Hearing a rustling sound, I turned my attention back to the young stripper.

Julie had finally discarded the robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. Turning her back to Brenda and I, she bent forward at the waist and away from us, then began to tease us yet again by pulling the thong away from her ass crack to reveal brief glimpses of her hairy cunt. Every few seconds, Julie spread her cunt lips, but only for the briefest of periods. To my left, I sensed Brenda quickening the pace which she stroked the dildo. By now, low but clearly audible moans were escaping Brenda's lips. "Oh, my, oh my, oh my," I heard Brenda say. Julie, hearing Brenda's moans, stepped toward the small sofa where we sat, lifted her right high heeled foot from the floor and placed it on the sofa, alongside and resting against Brenda's now bare left leg. Julie's stocking-covered ankle caressed Brenda's bare skin where the stocking top bared her skin. Brenda's eyes were glued to Julie's foot, but it was then that I realized just how deep into the thong Brenda's hand had gone. Not one portion of the back of her hand was visible as she began to stroke her cunt with her red-painted fingertips. "Oh, shit, Bob, oh, shit!" Brenda moaned.

I was amazed. Here I was sitting beside someone I'd only know a few brief months and she had her hand inside her panties, digging away at her cunt with one hand while her other hand stroked a long, hard dildo. Moan after moan slipped from Brenda's lips, low in volume at first, but obviously becoming louder and louder as she slipped deeper into the depths of passion. And while Brenda's eyes were glued to Julie the stripper, she allowed herself the freedom to masturbate in front of me and another complete stranger. And here I was with a hardon that was stiffer than any other erection I'd had before. This evening had taken so many different turns I was unsure - but excited - of what might happen next.

I didn't have to wait long. By now, Julie had bent forward over Brenda's body. She continued to gyrate her body to the music, but the young woman's eyes were glued to the long dildo still clamped tightly in Brenda's hands. Julie returned her right foot to the floor, grasped the waistband of the thong barely covering her cunt, and slid the garment down and off both stocking-covered legs. She stood before Brenda and I, her entire body covered now in nothing more than two black stockings and a high heeled shoe on each foot. And while it had been me who'd come up with the majority of the funds to hire Julie for this private dance, there was no mistaking an obvious fact: Julie was more interested in Brenda than she was me.

And I knew Brenda had become quite interested in Julie. As Julie stood before us and twirled the thin, silky thong on her left index finger. Brenda released the dildo, letting it fall to the sofa beside her. In a series of very quick movements, Brenda followed Julie's lead and slid her own thong off her cunt, the silky but very thin - and very damp, I was sure - garment sliding sensuously down Brenda's stocking covered legs, over the high heels until Brenda kicked the panty aside with a quick forward motion of her right foot. In an instant, however, Brenda bent forward at the waist, her huge titties mashed against her upper thighs, and retrieved the thong from the floor. Absentmindedly, she laid the thong over the bulge in my trousers. I grasped it with my fingers and noted the degree of moisture in the crotch. Feeling that damp spot told me something I already knew: Brenda was hot and certainly ready for an evening of great promise. From where I sat beside her, when I glanced down at Brenda's cunt, I saw a thick forest of black pussy hair stretching upward from her cunt.

It was then that I decided to join the party. I mean, by this point, both Brenda and Julie had their pussies on display, so why shouldn't I join in and show my manhood? I quickly opened my trousers and lifted my very hard cock from my pants. Brenda turned her head and stared at my cock, her eyes widening. There was no mistaking the obvious lust and desire in Brenda's eyes, nor the slight smile that spread across her red lipstick covered lips. The silent message Brenda sent with her eyes told me all I needed to know: that this evening would come to an end, but before it did, our bodies would be meshed into one.

But after a few seconds of silent communication, Brenda again turned her attention to Julie. "Go ahead, baby," she whispered to Julie. "Give us our money's worth." With a slight smile on her face, Julie stepped forward, again in Brenda's direction. But there was no mistaking the fact that Julie stared at my cock for several seconds as she made her way to where Brenda sat on the sofa. For a long second as the music played in the background, Julie stared downward at Brenda's now exposed, very hairy, and certainly exceedingly wet pussy. With my hand now wrapped tightly around my hard cock, but my eyes glued onto Julie's amazingly sexy body, I smiled with anticipation as Julie lifted her right, high-heel covered foot in the direction of Brenda's body. I was certain Julie's intentions were to place her foot between Brenda's body and mine, but the next few seconds proved me wrong. Delightfully wrong.

As Brenda and I watched Julie lift her foot, Julie inserted her stocking and high-heeled covered foot between Brenda's now widespread legs, sliding her stocking covered toes forward until they became lost in Brenda's thick forest of cunt hair. Julie's foot remained supported on the leather cushion by the five inch stiletto heel, but it was impossible to see her toes: they'd become buried in the thick, dense mat of Brenda's cunt hair. With a slight motion, Julie pushed her foot forward until the tips of her toes made contact with the black hairs covering Brenda's pussy.

I felt Brenda arching her back, the motion causing her bare ass to lift several inches from the sofa cushion, and providing Julie the stripper with a few inches of additional space. The upward movement of Brenda's ass also caused her already bunched up dress to slip several more inches upward as well, now revealing every inch of Brenda's thick, black forest of pussy hair. Or maybe, it was Brenda who slipped the dress upward. I don't know. All I knew was that I was sitting in a very small booth with a stripper who now stood before me dressed in nothing more than stockings and stiletto heels, and a coworker who was barely dressed. By now, despite the music playing somewhere in the background, the room was filled with the sound of Brenda taking in short, excited breaths of air, as if she was suddenly starving for oxygen. Her eyes were transfixed on Julie's toes, still lost in that wall of pussy hair.

Sitting beside Brenda, I sensed something was about to happen, that Brenda would make a move. I wasn't disappointed. She suddenly lifted her eyes from the sight of Julie's stocking covered toes pressing against her cunt, turned her head to face me, and said, "Fuck it!" Extending her arms downward, she grasped the hem of the wrinkled dress, and in one very quick and very smooth motion, lifted the dress up and over her head, throwing the red-colored garment to the floor by her own high-heeled feet. "Goddamn that feels good," Brenda said as she now sat on the leather sofa completely nude except for her own stocking-covered legs and feet encased in stiletto high heels. Brenda realized that for the first time since we'd met at the beginning of the semester, she now sat before me unclothed, nude, her tits heaving on her chest, her nipples extended a full inch, her dense coat of cunt hair fully in view. She again lifted both arms, cradled my face in her hands, and pressed her ruby-red lips tightly onto my mouth. As she kissed me, deeply and erotically, as her tongue dove deep into my mouth, as her tits and nipples pressed against my arm, my colleague Brenda pressed her nearly naked body against me, the sensuous moment causing my cock to harden as it never had before.

But Julie was determined not to be left out of the equation. As Brenda continued to press her mouth hotly against mine, I suddenly felt an additional hand join my, wrapping tightly around my cock. I opened my eyes in time to see Julie's face less than an inch from mine, then felt her face wedged between mine and Brenda's, and the intrusion of the young stripper's tongue as it joined Brenda's between my lips. The three of us kissed passionately for several seconds, three naked bodies gyrating together, as a light coat of perspiration formed on our sexually heated bodies.

But the kiss ended when both Brenda and Julie leaned back and away from me. Wanting to join the party fully, I removed all traces of clothing, and sat naked on the leather sofa, my right hand wrapped forcefully and securely around my aching cock. In awe, I watched as Julie leaned forward, and gently guided Brenda backward until her naked shoulders rested against the sofa cushion. Amazingly, Brenda's amazing tits seemed to have grown larger in the few seconds we'd kissed, her nipples seemed to have lengthened, her cunt hair forest now thicker, now darker. With a smile on her face, Julie again lifted her right foot and once again slid the silk-stocking covered toes back against Brenda's cunt. "Just enjoy, baby," was all Julie said to Brenda, as she focused her eyes on the foot she was now pressing against Brenda's pussy.

Brenda allowed a long, deep-throated moan to escape her lips as Julie began to stroke Brenda's cunt with the tip of her high heeled shoe. Well, that isn't exactly accurate, either. No, Brenda's moans were the result of Julie's silk-covered toes finding the entrance to Brenda's pussy, the silk stimulating the excited nerve endings lining Brenda's cunt lips. Julie began to lift her foot one or two inches, the motion causing the reinforced stocking toe to slide erotically up and down the full length of Brenda's hyper-excited cunt. Each time Julie's toes came into contact with Brenda's clit, my friend moaned louder. It was then that Brenda realized the benefit of matching Julie's cunt stimulating foot movements: each time Julie slid her toes upward and stimulated Brenda's extended clit, Brenda lifted her ass upward as well, allowing Julie to maintain contact with Brenda's now soaking wet pussy for longer periods of time. In just a matter of seconds, Brenda and Julie were performing a sexual dance the likes of which I'd never seen. As Julie pressed her foot harder against Brenda's cunt, as she continued to foot fuck my friend, Brenda's moans began to echo around the room, easily drowning out the music, and certainly drifting outside the small booth into the darkened hallway outside.

"Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker!" Brenda moaned now she dropped her eyes to watch Julie stimulate her cunt with her foot. "Oh, baby," she cried as Julie bent forward and without breaking the toe-to-cunt contact, pressed her lips against Brenda's, their lips pressed together, their lipstick smearing to the corners of their mouths. By now, my hand was stroking my cock so quickly that I was certain I would come in just a matter of seconds. But to my amazement, just before I exploded a river of hot, pearly-colored come onto the tight fist wrapped around my shaft, I felt Brenda's and cover mine, then, wedging her fingers under my fingers, forced me to release the grip on my cock. Forming a tight circle with her index and second fingers, Brenda quickly cut off the flow of blood to my cock, causing my orgasm to never occur. And she did all this without once breaking the oral bond she maintained with Julie's mouth. When she was sure she'd prevented me from coming, Brenda released my cock, returning her hand to the side of Julie's face. And not once during this orgasm-preventing moment had Brenda or Julie ceased their foot fucking motion.

In awe, I watched as Julie broke the kiss, removed her foot from Brenda's cunt and stood before my female friend, her legs spread wide, her own tits heaving on her chest. "Come here, baby," Julie said to Brenda, the command clear, her intention of what she wanted Brenda to do unspoken but understood. Brenda smiled, leaned forward, and grasped the back of Julie's thighs. I knew by the way Julie began to swivel, lift, and drop her ass that she too had deserted all pretenses and was now highly stimulated by the presence of two naked bodies in her dance booth.

Brenda's forward motion guided her head deep into Julie's trimmed pussy beard. As Brenda snaked her hands upward to cup each of Julie's ass cheeks in her hands, the room once again became filled with the sound of sexually-created moans. But moments earlier where the moans had come from Brenda's mouth, now they flew from Julie's mouth, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her hands cupping each of her titties in her hands. "Eat me, baby, eat me," Julie whispered as she lifted her left leg and draped the limb over Brenda's right shoulder. "Fuck yes, Brenda, fuck yes." Brenda continued to driver her tongue deep into Julie's cunt, the wet, lapping sound of two lips making contact with Julie's pussy becoming louder and louder.

But Brenda had no intention of bringing Julie to orgasm with just her mouth. No, after loosening the oral grip on Julie's cunt, Brenda lifted her right hand and with the index finger extended, began to finger fuck Julie. Brenda quickly established a rhythm that caused Julie to moan louder, and when she was satisfied Julie was deep in the throes of sexual passion, once again extended her neck forward and simultaneously finger fucked Julie while licking the young woman's clit with her tongue.

"Motherfucker," I heard Julie moan as Brenda slid the finger deeper into Julie's cunt. "Show me what you can do with that finger, baby," Julie continued to moan. Brenda complied with Julie's request and began to insert then remove her finger from Julie's cunt at a progressively faster pace. In seconds, the last knuckle on Brenda's hand was smashing forcefully against Julie's cunt as loud squishing sounds began to mingle with Julie's moans. "Baby, baby, baby!" she moaned as Brenda established a finger-fucking pace that caused Julie to swing her naked ass from side to side. "Son of a bitch, don't stop," Julie said.

It was then that two things happened simultaneously. I don't recall the order of events, but what I do know is that as soon as Julie requested that Brenda continue to jam her finger into her cunt, Brenda removed the long finger from between Julie's cunt lips and inserted the finger instead into her own mouth. With her eyes locked onto mine, I watched intently while Brenda sucked the finger dry of Julie's cunt juices. When Brenda was certain she'd cleansed the finger thoroughly, she once again slipped it forcefully into Julie's now soaking wet cunt, resoaked the finger in pussy juices, and extended it toward my mouth. "Come here, Bob," Brenda demanded, her intent clear. Just as I extended my neck forward, a move that put my own face very close to Julie's naked ass, Brenda moved the soaking wet finger closer to her own mouth. "We're going to share, baby," she said to me. I pressed my lips onto Brenda's mouth and felt her slip the pussy-juiced finger between our lips. Together, as Brenda slid the finger in and out of our mouths as if it were a small cock and our mouths was one large pussy, Brenda made sure that together, we cleaned her finger of Julie's juices.

When the finger was clean, and the kiss as well, I slipped backward across Brenda's body, past her hairy cunt and over her stocking-covered legs until my body was positioned between Brenda's spread legs. From where I knelt, I had a clear view of Brenda's pussy, and believe me, despite her age, the view was amazing. Thick, coarse black hair surrounded her cunt, but because she'd fingered herself, the pussy lips were spread and glistening with her pussy juices. I smiled at Brenda as she reinserted her fingers inside Julie's pussy, a move that caused the young stripper to moan loudly again, and began to move forward again, my intent to place my lips as tightly as possible on Brenda's hairy cunt. I wanted to eat Brenda's cunt, to jam my tongue as deeply as possible into her vaginal cavern.

But Brenda had other ideas. "No, wait," she said, stopping my forward movement with a hand on my shoulder. "You'll really want to see this." I heard Julie ask what Brenda and I were doing, words to which Brenda responded by now jamming two fingers between Julie's cunt lips. But as Brenda and I locked eyes, as she smiled coyly at me, Brenda grasped the huge dildo in her right hand, lifted the huge fake cock upward, and pressed the wide head firmly against Julie's pussy lips. Tilting her head upward a few inches, Brenda said, "Get ready, baby. I've got a surprise for you." Brenda slid her body several inches toward me now, the added space giving her the room to look up and into Julie's pussy. "Here we go!" Brenda said before applying a steady force on the dildo until the expansive head slipped between Julie's cunt lips and into her cunt. Suddenly, Brenda's eyes were on me again. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" she asked. Although Brenda hadn't give me instructions, or clarified what it was she was talking about, I knew exactly what she was asking. Or was she making demands now?

I'd never tasted cunt juice the flavor of that which seeped from Brenda's cunt. I found that I enjoyed the salty taste that coated my tongue. After separating the thick mat of pussy hair with my fingers, I found her cunt lips, spread wide still, so wet with cunt juices that a small creek of pussy fluids streamed outward and downward, pooling in a small puddle by her ass crack. Brenda's right had slipped between my mouth and her cunt, helping me to keep the thick, thick mat of cunt hair away from her pussy lips. But it was the middle finger that Brenda made the greatest use of. Despite having my tongue buried deep between Brenda's pussy lips, I'd also inserted not one but two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt. And although Brenda had now picked up a rhythm of sliding her ass back and forth in time to my tongue licks, she placed the tip of the long, red-nailed fingertip onto her very prominent clit and began to massage the fleshy button with even greater speed than I applied to the finger fucking I was giving my colleague. Brenda began to moan now, her ass rapidly reacting to the finger and tongue fucking I was giving her as well as the pleasure she applied herself to her clit. Each insertion of my fingers or brush of her fingertip over her clit caused Brenda to moan louder and to lift and drop her ass higher above the sofa in response the oral and hand attack her pussy was undergoing.

"Motherfucker, baby, oh, hell yes, motherfucker!" Brenda moaned from between Julie's stocking-covered legs. By now, with my mouth planted firmly against Brenda's pussy mound, I was able to look up enough to see Brenda's face. Her eyes were locked onto what I was doing to her: half-closed, but focused. Coated with sexual pleasure, but aware enough to know there was more sexual joy to follow.

But just as Brenda was moaning now, so too was Julie. By this point, Brenda was jamming at least six, perhaps eight inches of the dildo into the stripper's cunt. Each time Brenda jammed the dildo upward, Julie squatted, her stocking-covered knees bending in an effort to place her pussy in a position to receive progressively more inches of the dildo. "Oh, shit, oh, shit!" I heard Julie moaning now, her cries mixing with Brenda's, echoing from the walls and returning to where we lay in a tangled sexual mess on the sofa. It was then, just as Brenda and I locked eyes again, that I actually witnessed Brenda smile. But you must understand: the smile creasing her lips was one created by sexual pleasure, yes. But there was something else there, and somehow, I just knew the next few seconds would reveal something I'd never seen before.

And then it happened. Brenda jammed the dildo upward with so much force into Julie's cunt that only the last half inch located around the base remained visible from between her cunt lips. At first, now that a full twelve inches of hard, plastic cock rested inside he cunt, Julie suddenly stopped all movement, as if she was uncertain as to what had just happened. From where I squatted between Brenda's legs, I could see just the thin, pink-colored dildo base protruding from Julie's pussy, the false color contrasting deeply with the color of her thick, black cunt hair. But just as suddenly, two things happened. First, Julie began to move her ass in a back-and-firth motion, her ass crack and ass hole coming closer and closer to my face with each swing. But she also began to moan louder: Not the shrill, high-pitched cry of pleasure only women seem capable of producing, but, rather, a low-toned, deeply bass sound that seemed as if it were coming from a man. "Oh, god, oh god, oh, god," Julie moaned as she continued to swing her ass closer now to my face. "Fuck but that feels so damn good," the young dancer moaned.

Although it was me who had brought Brenda here, it seemed as if she had suddenly taken over the situation. She lifted her chin high enough to view the base of the dildo now jammed deeply inside Julie's pussy, then, using her hands, gently coaxed Julie down from straddling her face. But where I believed Brenda wanted Julie to stand, I was incorrect. Instead, Brenda instructed Julie to turn her body so that she was still straddling Brenda's face, but now facing outward toward the center of the small room. Julie did as she was asked - or was it instructed? - and now stood over Brenda's face with the base of a twelve-inch dildo jammed as deeply as possible inside her cunt. "Yes, that's it, baby," Brenda said. "That's just perfect."

And with that, Brenda lifted her head, slipped several inches of the dildo from Julie's pussy, and placed her tongue flat against Julie's hairy cunt. I guess the sensations of a wide dildo pressing against the nerve endings of her pussy as well as the pleasures Brenda was creating as her tongue skid across Julie's pussy lips was what caused Julie to begin to ride Brenda's face as if she were fucking it. Brenda slid half the length of the dildo from Julie's cunt and allowed the long plastic tube to hang suspended from the hairy lips. It was when my friend removed her hands from her own cunt that I knew matters had changed for me. Releasing my oral lock on Brenda's cunt, I stood, all seven inches of my cock now rock hard and ready for serious action. I moved forward with my cock secured firmly in my right hand, squatted somewhat to allow for penetration, and placed the head of my cock against Brenda's now completely soaked pussy. Because I'd been there only seconds before, the thick mat of cunt hair had remained separated, as had her cunt lips. Although I really didn't need to, I thrust my ass forward with as much force as I could muster, the forward motion causing the full length of my cock to enter Brenda's fifty-six year old cunt. Ahead of me, the view partially blocked by Julie's cunt resting on Brenda's face, I heard the muffled sound of a moan escaping Brenda's mouth. In an instant, I established a pounding, bruising pace that caused Brenda's body to move back and upward several inches with each forward cock thrust, then allowed her body to slide back the same distance with each rearward pull of my cock. In a matter of seconds, Brenda and I established a rocking motion that caused her body to slip and slide back and forth while also causing her massive titties to flow like two fleshy pools atop her chest. Watching her nipples slide across her chest hit me as the scene never had before. I mean, I've fucked plenty of women with big tits before and always enjoyed watching their tits flow across their chests. But here, with Brenda being a coworker, and knowing that Monday morning we'd be back at work together, the sight of her huge titties bouncing around her chest struck me as it never had before. My cock began to swell, despite being already harder than it ever had before. I began to pound Brenda now, the hairs at the base of my cock entwining with her own thick pussy hair forest. I wanted to explode inside Brenda, to eject a flood of come thick enough and large enough to fill every last space in her old pussy.

But what about Julie, you ask? Simple. As I stretched my body upward, I placed each hand on her stocking-covered thighs, the sensation of fine silk traveling to my brain and enhancing the sexual moment tenfold. Julie and I stared at each other only temporarily before she leaned forward and planted her lips squarely upon my mouth. I lifted my right hand from her thigh and placed it securely over her left tit, and began to maul the globe there, the nipple between my fingers. Tongues met, lips pressed tighter and tighter, and together, as Julie rode Brenda's face with a cock still firmly embedded in her cunt, as my cock pounded away at Brenda's pussy, and as Brenda's cunt muscles squeezed my dick, the three of us worked steadily forward in search of orgasms. The room as filled with a roar of moans, of cries of "more, more, more," of squeaking furniture, of the sounds only three people can make as they each seek orgasm, yes, but as they also seek it for the lovers attached to their bodies.

Perhaps because her cunt had been assaulted by a dildo and Brenda's talented mouth, Julie was the first to show the signs of an oncoming orgasm. As we kissed, I felt the thigh where my left hand rested begin to quiver, to shake slightly. The sexual tremors traveled in all directions, up and down her thighs, and soon, I recognized the same quaking movements in Julie's right leg. She broke the kiss suddenly, threw her head back and said, "I'm so fucking close: So fucking close!" She threw her head forward again, one more slamming her lips onto mine. Now, with our chests pressed together, I felt the shaking of her chest as her hard nipples slipped across my sweat-covered chest. It was when Julie lifted both arms and wrapped them around my neck and pulled me tight against her sweat-soaked body that I felt a series of deep, hard sexual seizures spreading across her body. Julie's lips were pressed tightly against mine, but she was still able to moan into my mouth, the vibrations of her sounds muffled but no less powerful. When she broke the kiss, she threw her head back and roared out, "FUCK MY CUNT, BRENDA! PLEASE FUCK MY CUNT!" In an instant, Julie's body began to lift and to drop, as she were riding a real cock rather than the hard plastic tube Brenda was shoving into Julie's cunt with a wild passion. ‘GODDAMN, GODDAMN, GODDMAN!!" Julie slammed her head forward now, not pressing her lips against mine, but, rather, placing her head against my shoulder and holding me tight again. I could hear small murmurs of sound escaping her lips, but I had no idea what Julie was saying. I guess I didn't have to because Julie continued to slip and to slide on the Brenda-shoed dildo until her body could take no more. And although her orgasm came and went faster than I imagined it would, she remained poised over Brenda's head, her arms still wrapped around my naked shoulders.

And then, without warning, I felt Brenda's cunt suddenly tighten its muscles around the shaft of my cock and below me, my older companion began to lift and drop her waist, the sign that she was now experiencing a sexual explosion. Julie dipped eh chin to look down and when she returned her eyes to mine, we exchanged a knowing look. We knew Brenda was coming now. "Don't you are stop now!" Julie whispered to me, half-aloud, as I continued to slam my cock forcefully and deeply inside Brenda's hairy, hairy cunt. "You better not stop now, you mother fucker!" I heard Brenda say underneath us, her face still hidden by Julie's cunt. Working faster now, I thrust my ass forward as hard and as often as I could, wanting to explode in Brenda's cunt while she was orgasming, while powerful sexual spasms wracked Brenda's body. To my surprise, I felt Brenda lifting her legs, wrapping them around my waist, and locking her ankles in the small of my naked back. The tips of her stiletto heels dug into the sensitive skin of my ass, and I felt Brenda tighter the leg-lock she'd just created. Julie and I continued to kiss, but we were both semi-focused on Brenda's body underneath us.

It was then I began to hear an odd sound, one I'd never heard during sex. Beneath me, I heard Brenda mumbling something, but was unable to discern what it was she was saying. That is, until Julie lifted her ass slightly from Brenda's face. It was then, with her mouth unobstructed, that I heard Brenda repeating one word, over and over. "Cock, cock, cock," she repeated as she tightened the ankle lock yet again and drew me closer to her body. By now, it was becoming progressively more difficult to thrust or remove my cock into Brenda's hairy cunt, but I didn't care. I was more interested in my colleague coming with my cock inserted firmly inside her pussy.

Maybe it's older women who can do what happened next, or maybe not. I'd never fucked an older women before so when Brenda suddenly began to moan in a voice and tone I'd never heard before. Julie and I both looked down at the same time, Julie lifting her ass a few inches above Brenda's face. It was then that we heard, over and over, Brenda saying three words, and three words only. "Cock, cock, cock." She repeated this phrase time after time while I continued to plunge my stiff cock through the cunt-forest, and between her pussy lips. "Cock, cock, cock," Brenda repeated, "cock, cock, cock." I knew this was not a request, knew Brenda's words were sexually induced. But as I continued to plunge my close-to-orgasm-cock into her pussy, Brenda's voice grew louder. "Cock, cock, cock," she said before her voice suddenly erupted. "COCK. COCK, COCK!" she now screamed as she began to buck and throw me around her body from underneath my dick. It was difficult, but somehow I was able to maintain the cock-cunt hold and continued to slam away at Brenda's fifty-six year old pussy.

But through it all, Brenda continued to moan, "COCK, COCK, COCK!" I glanced at Julie and saw that she had started to smile, but even moreso, had now slipped her hand downward and grasped the end of the dildo still embedded in her cunt. She slowly began to slide the plastic cock in and out of her pussy, closing her eyes as she did so. Julie glanced at me and muttered, "Damn, I hope I never get used to this." Below me, Brenda continued to repeat the word "cock" as if she were transfixed by the term.

I've always been amazed at the number of events that can tale place in the span of just a few seconds. As if she knew Brenda was on the verge of coming, Julie suddenly lifted her spread-legged body from Brenda's face. Removed the dildo from her own cunt with her right hand, positioned herself upon her knees on Brenda's right side, lowered her head, opened her mouth, and sucked Brenda's right nipple into her greedy mouth. Simultaneously, while she repositioned her body, Julie extended her right arm and began to thread her fingertips through the thick jungle of Brenda's pubic hair. In addition to Brenda's moaning, the room was also filled with loud sucking sounds as Julie drew the extended and hard nipple deep into her mouth. The entire process of Julie removing the dildo and placing her naked body beside Brenda's required less than two seconds. Perhaps, less.

With my view of Brenda now unobstructed I looked down and saw Brenda's face twisted in a deep state of pure sexual ecstasy. Brenda lifted her right arm and placed her hand on the back of Julie's head, now following Julie's example and threading her fingertips into Julie's hair and pressing the dancer's head tighter against the sucked upon nipple. "Motherfucker!" was all Brenda said now, no longer uttering the repetitive phrase, "cock, cock, cock." But that didn't mean Brenda was finished moaning. Oh, no. She opened her eyes, saw Julie sucking her nipple, and began to chant, "Suck, suck, suck!" Glancing now at me, her vision requiring her to look over her gigantic tits and thick-haired cunt, and saw me continuing to thrust my cock deep into her pussy. She suddenly ceased the "suck, suck, suck," chant and with a smile on her face, asked me, "Can you believe we're finally fucking, Bob?" When I said that yes, I could believe it and that I was glad it was finally happening, Brenda suddenly threw her head back, and an eruption blasted through her loins that informed myself and Julie that the woman whose cunt was drawing my cock into her body had finally reached orgasm.

"SON OF A BITCH! MOTHERFUCKER! GODDAMN!" Brenda screamed, her voice shrill and high-toned. "FUCK ME, BOB, OH HELL YES, FUCK ME!" Spurred on by Brenda's moans - and demands, I realized - I became motivated to slam my cock as hard as possible into this older woman's pussy. Flesh-on-flesh slapping sounds joined the chorus of moans and cries as the top of my thighs slammed against the underside of Brenda's thighs. Each time my legs made contact with Brenda's silk-encased legs, the sensuous material sent sexual thrills throughout my body. Brenda suddenly released the ankle lock around my waist and allowed her legs to hang limp by each of my sides.

When Brenda released the tension around my waist, I straightened my back, grasped each stocking-covered ankle in my hands, and lifted Brenda's high-heeled feet beside my face. The sight of her black stiletto heels flashing by my cheeks as I drove my cock like a piston into this amazing piece of pussy moved me closer and closer to exploding inside Brenda's hairy cunt. Spurred on now by her words, even more so than I'd already been, I became intently focused on coming, on exploding so violently that Brenda's cunt would never forget the night she spent with me in the backroom of an adult bookstore.

"COME, ON, BOB, GIVE IT TO ME, YOU COCKSUCKER!" Brenda screamed and demanded. "I SAID GIVE ME THAT FUCKING COCK!" Spurred on even more by Brenda's words - I've always loved it when a woman moans and cries out during sex and makes it well known how she feels - I increased the driving power and the force of my cock thrusts. Brenda was coming - had already reached the state or orgasm - and I wanted our first time to be remembered by her. Leaning forward, I slammed my lips onto Brenda's mouth, pressing my tongue deep into her mouth, feeling her mammoth titties pressing against my chest.

What struck me about the kiss, however, was that Brenda didn't close her eyes. But then, neither did I and I realized that what we were doing wasn't so much kissing passionately as much as we were doing everything - and I do mean EVERYTHING - to make this sexual experience even more erotic and sensual as possible. Our eyes met and it was almost as if we were daring each other to make this fuck session hotter and more erotic than it already was. Brenda made sounds as we kissed, and I realized she wasn't moaning: she was mouthing the words "fuck me," with her mouth closed. She wanted my cock that much.

I detected movement to my right, aware that Julie had left Brenda's side and was now directing her attention onto me. I broke the kiss with Brenda and once more brought my body to an upright position. By now, Brenda's orgasm was in its last phases, but by no means had she lessened the way in which she was allowing her body to react to the sexual explosion. But although she was still moving below me, meeting my thrusts with counterthrust of her own, she was still slowing down.

It was then that I turned my head and met Julie's lips with mine. The young dancer and I kissed deeply, sensuously, erotically. I felt Julie sliding her hand down my now sweat-soaked chest, the hand sliding along the moistened skin until it finally stopped at the base of my cock. Suddenly, my cock felt as if it had entered a vice, as if I'd shoved it into the opening of a very, very tight tube. Looking down, I saw that Julie had clamped the thumb and index finger of her left hand around my cock shaft, effectively shutting off the flow of sensation to my cock. Each time I shoved my naked ass forward, Julie's hand remained clinched around the cock shaft, still wrapped firmly around the meaty tube. Diverting my attention one more time from Julie, I saw Brenda now with her head rolled to the side, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and labored from the amazing sexual exertion she'd just been through, and, incredibly, given back inch for inch. Julie placed her mouth against my left ear, swirled her tongue into the cavity, and whispered, "Let it go, baby, just let it all fucking go!"

To be honest, I was ready to come, ready to spew my load into Brenda's cunt, her mouth, or anywhere else she desired. Beside me, I felt Brenda lifting her legs again, the silky limbs caressing my naked and perspiration covered body. Brenda moaned deeply when I re-grasped her ankles in my hands and once more lifted her high heels to cheek level. "Come on, baby," Brenda hissed. "Come inside my cunt!" Beside me, Julie offered her support as well: "Yeah, Bob, give Brenda what she came here for!"

Now, I love normal sex as much as anyone else. But remember: here I was in the back room of an adult bookstore, completely naked now, fucking a woman I worked with while another woman clamped her fingers tightly around my cock. There's a certain degree of sexual spontaneity that I enjoy, especially when it truly comes unexpectedly. And this was one of those times. You see, as I was pumping Brenda's pussy, as I drove my cock like a train piston between her battered cunt lips, I turned my head to kiss Julie. But something interrupted my efforts and it was than that I saw something that somehow set off a chain of events that I will never forget.

As I turned to find Julie's lips, my eyes fell upon Brenda's right high-heeled foot. The stiletto heels had remained fully upon her feet while we fucked, but now, perhaps because she arched her foot at that very second, the back of the heel lifted up and away from Brenda's foot, exposing her stocking-covered heel. The arch of her foot came into view next, followed by the underside of her foot, then, the toes as the thin-pointed high heel fell off and away from Brenda's foot. Suddenly, the entire underside of Brenda's foot came into view as the heel fell downward and landed with a soft thud beside my left knee. I was transfixed suddenly unable to turn my eyes away from what seemed to me to be incredible sexual timing and, for some unknown reason, causing the underside of Brenda's stocking-covered to be exposed.

It was then that my orgasm finally erupted as it drove hard, hard, hard into Brenda's cunt. I was unable to divert my eyes from the semi-exposed foot, seeing the red polish on her toenails, seeing the heel, the arch, the entire foot encased in black silk. An eruption then took place that equaled or surpassed the force of a volcano as load after load of powerful sexual convulsions shook my entire body, as stream after stream of come, that river of sex-induced pearly-colored crème ejected from my body and began to fill every last crevice inside Brenda Kenny's cunt. Even now, Julie's finger-shaped vice remained clamped on my cock. And it was then finally, that I began to roar, my moans louder than the women's louder than perhaps I'd ever produced in my entire life.

"MOTHERCUKER! BRENDA! JULIE!" I screamed over and over, my eyes still unable to look away from Brenda's uncovered foot. "GOODAMN YOU, BRENDA! GODDAMN YOU!" Feeling Julie moving on my left, I made sure to include her in the passions I was expressing. "JULIE, YOU BITCH FINGER MY COCK, BABY, HELL FUCKING YES, FINGER MY COCK!" On and on and on, for what seemed like hours, I drove all seven inches of hard dick into Brenda's cunt, inch after inch of hard fleshy pipe cutting through her cunt hairs and seeking the last amount of free space in what was a very, very deep pussy. "BRENDA! JULIE!' FUCK ME!" I felt as if my body was happily trapped in a sexual vice as Julie continued to clamp down on my cock, and as Brenda tightened her cunt muscles, both women making sure that I received every last sexual thrill possible in the amount of time we spent in the small room.

When it was finally over, and as I slumped forward over Brenda's body, my friend and I kissed again, but now there was passion, and appreciation. Brenda, I believed, was thankful I'd brought her here, and surprised that we'd fucked. Or, perhaps she wasn't surprised and had planned this all along. For me, I was amazed at my sexual luck, but also grateful for the opportunity to be included in this sexual menage a trois. I remained slumped over Brenda's body for several moments, feeling Julie caressing my back with a soft cloth she'd obtained from - well, I don't know. When I finally arose, when I slumped again naked onto the sofa between Julie and Brenda, both women cuddled against me, their hands massaging my skin. Brenda lifted her left leg and laid it upon my thighs, the silk once more caressing and stimulating me. I felt something under my right leg, something hard, and when I brought the object from under my body, I was surprised and pleased to see it was the high heels that had fallen from Brenda's foot. I stared at the black shoe for several long seconds, recalling with amazement how the simple act of a high heeled shoe falling from a woman's foot could simulate me to such a degree. But it had. And I decided to remember that event, and to see if it had the same powerful sexual effect on me should it ever happen again.

Julie, Brenda, and I lay on the sofa for another few moments until Julie reminded us that we were at or possibly had exceeded the thirty-minute limit we'd purchased upon our arrival. Reluctantly, Brenda and I dressed while Julie watched us. I watched in awe as Brenda stood, pulled the hem of her dress downward to cover her hairy cunt, then with one titty in the palm of each hand, restuffed each massive melon back inside her dress. She smoothed the dress over her tits, then, looking down, stepped into the lone shoe she'd lost while we fucked. It was then that I noticed her thong, discarded early upon our arrival in Julie's film room, lying upon the floor. Pointing at the still cunt-juice dampened lingerie, I asked Brenda what she intended to do about the cast-off item. Laughing, Brenda kicked the garment aside, turning to myself and Julie with open arms as she brought the three of us into a tight embrace, and said, "I don't need it." Brenda placed her lips securely against Julie's mouth, and kissed the stripper deeply and erotically. After I copied Brenda's kiss with one of my own, my colleague and I left the building. And as she had all night, she flashed her cunt at me as she entered the car, but by now, I was used to seeing her hair-shielded pussy lips. Several moments later, Brenda and I were rolling down the highway, content in the afterglow of one incredible sexual evening.

But wait, Bob: what about the dildo Brenda left behind? I'm sure you're asking. Well, I brought up the same topic to Brenda who answered my question with a laugh of her own. When she finally stopped laughing, the woman who I'd just fucked, the same woman who still had a load of my come buried inside her pussy, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Not to worry, baby: I have three more just like it at home."