A Long Lunch

Andy walked down the clean, brightly lit hallway, back to Materiel 
Procurement, Ms Tara's domain.  The double office, with Ms Tara's private 
office behind it, felt cozy to Andy, kind of like home.  He thought about 
his busy day so far.

The early morning, as usual, was wonderful.  He had awakened to Sandy's 
sweet voice and warm, loving kisses.  Her clever fingers, darting tongue, 
hot mouth on his privates were heaven.  This morning Sandy straddled him, 
letting his eyes drink in the sight of her special place, allowing a 
grateful Andy taste the sweet womanhood and breathe the beautiful 
fragrance of the woman who made him feel so good he ached all over.  
Making him remember in his innermost being, that it was his wife that 
brought him to such awesome heights of sexual pleasure.  Making him 
always associate Sandy with sex and sex with Sandy.  She had lingered 
over milking him, leaving him exhausted, sexually sated.  Then she helped 
him shower and sent him off to work.

"It's fun to send you to work with a smile," she had said, and the memory 
of his sexy wife brought a satisfied smile to Andy's lips.

Then at work, he had spent the first hour or so following around Ms Tara, 
being her little helper.  Her tender smile, loving touch, and gentle, 
maternal manner toward him made Andy feel so good!  She was comfortable 
with him, so much so that it made Andy feel comfortable in response.  
Trailing after Ms Tara, Andy felt like an extension of her, like an 
intimate part of Ms Tara, beloved and protected by her.  His time with Ms 
Tara left Andy with a sense of helpless dependence on her.

Then the rest of the team arrived, and his comfort faded away.  Ms Regina 
and Robin flirted so incessantly, it made Andy blush.  Ms Tara still had 
Andy help Ms Rachael finalize the quarter's fuel request.  This was 
complicated by the fact that the girl was emboldened by her discovery 
that he was as excitable as Ms Regina's little helper Robin.  Ms Rachael 
kept touching Andy, pinching his rear, fondling his package.  Even 
kissing his fingers mischievously while they talked.

"Please don't do that," Andy said as the young lady was openly 
masturbating him through his slacks while she talked about their project.  
He was uncomfortable that his voice sounded as weak and fragile.  But at 
the conference he'd attended, he was taught not to force his will on any 
female, even in self defense.  Before the conference he was too rough, 
too sharp.  Now he felt too gentle, too vulnerable.

"Please, Ms Rachael, stop touching me there."

"Ok, so perhaps getting off the Ms Tara's little boy isn't good form," 
she smiled.  "But I don't have a boy of my own."  The girl sighed.  "Go 
get this initialed, little one."  She patted Andy's rear to send him on 
his way.

It had been an uncomfortable morning, but that was behind him now.  It 
was time for lunch, and Andy was ready for a break.  He returned "home" 
from his visit to the Physical Plant Coordinator, with her initials on 
the fuel request's final draft.  Ms Rachael looked up at him, smiling 
brightly.  She blew him a kiss.

"You've got a visitor, sweet-cheeks," the young lady said slyly.  

Andy was about to ask who, when Ms Tara stuck her head out of her office.  
"Hi, Andrew." she smiled that sweet, warm smile that Andy was sure could 
thaw the ice off one of the mountain lakes.  "Come in here, little one."  
Impulsively, Andy ran to obey and Ms Tara closed the door behind him when 
he entered her office.

"Hi Sweetie!"  Andy's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his wife's 
voice, and it leapt for joy at the sight of her shapely, bosomy figure, 
seated in one of Ms Tara's guest chairs.  "Are you surprised to see me, 
dear one?"

"Hi Sandy!"  He rushed over to his pretty wife, nearly collapsed over her 
in her chair, and kissed her passionately.  His joy at seeing her bubbled 
into near overflowing.  "I'm so glad you're here!  Um ... what _are_ you 
doing here?" 

"Ms Tara invited me,  said she'd like us to have lunch together."  The 
shorter lady stood and kissed him again.  "But first, we've got something 
very important to do."

Confused, Andy looked from his wife to his supervisor, who had settled in 
her chair, behind her desk, next to the big window overlooking the 
parking lot.  "What, um, what-?"

"You're a very good boy, Andrew."  Ms Tara interrupted Andy.  As Sandy 
hugged her man from behind, his supervisor added, "ever since the 
conference, your attitude has improved toward me and Ms Rachael and even 
Ms Regina, and that makes me happy.  And your Mothermistress has also 
noticed your improvement."

"That's right, Andy."  His wife unzipped his pants, pulling them and his 
undies down to his ankles, exposing his privates to Ms Tara.  "You've 
been a better husband and a great father, too."  Sandy helped her husband 
walk around the desk and knelt him down in front of Ms Tara.  She added, 
"Now we will reward you."

"What, what do you mean, Sandy?"  Andy felt nervous, from the newness of 
this situation, rather than for having his privates exposed in front of 
Ms Tara.  Somehow her ease with him made him comfortable with her, 
clothed or naked.  He looked up at his wife, who squatted next to him, 
stroking his head, looking into his eyes with a smile.

"Do you trust me, little one?" Sandy asked.  When her husband nodded, she 
added, "and do you trust Ms Tara?"

Andy turned to look up at Ms Tara with a shy smile.  He nodded.

Sandy began squeezing and kneading his penis.  "Andy," she began.  "I've 
given Ms Tara my permission to do something like this whenever she feels 
you deserve it."  She kissed his forehead as she kept stroking and 
squeezing him into an erection.  Andy felt shy, showing his erect penis 
to Ms Tara.  "Do you understand, little one?"

Andy felt a lump in his throat, felt so happy and yet so exposed, so 
vulnerable.  He nodded his understanding, not trusting his voice.

Ms Tara added, "Little Andrew, I will make you feel good often, just as 
your Mothermistres is doing now."  She looked into his eyes, her own eyes 
smoldering with passion, lit up with love.  "Ms Tara loves her little 
Andrew and Ms Tara loves to make Andrew feel good."  Bending forward, she 
kissed his forehead too.  "Understand, little one?"

Though Andy didn't really feel like he understood everything, it was 
obvious that his relationship with Sandy and Ms Tara was entering a new 
place, and a very good place at that.  He nodded eagerly, shuddering 
slightly as Sandy's busy fingers brought his penis to new heights of 
pleasure.

"This time Andrew, I don't think you're quite ready for Ms Tara to make 
you feel good."  Ms Tara stroked Andrew's curly hair.  "It's ok, little 
one," she added at his stricken look.  "There will be many more times Ms 
Tara will make her little Andrew feel good."

"But this time, Mommy will make Andrew feel good."  Sandy murmured 
maternally as she stroked Andy's hard penis.

"And Ms Tara will hold Andrew's face here."  She patted her jeans, 
between her plump, shapely legs, right at her womanhood.  "So Andrew will 
know that Ms Tara loves Andrew."  And Mommy will make you feel good, 
while your face is right here," again Ms Tara patted her special place, 
"so you will know Mommy likes her Andrew to have sex with Ms Tara."

Sandy put her lips next to Andy's ear as she kept stroking him.  
"Understand, little one?"

Andy nodded and Ms Tara reached forward and pulled Andy's face into her, 
held his face against her jeans, against her special place.  Andy just 
knelt between Ms Tara's legs, his face buried against her, his every 
breath fragrant with her womanhood.  As Sandy's had so often, Ms Tara's 
scent filled his being.  And, like Sandy's, the fragrance of Ms Tara's 
womanhood would for Andy always be associated with sexual pleasure, and 
emotional closeness.  

Ms Tara held Andy's head securely, and gently, ever so gently, she humped 
his face, as Sandy hugged Andy's body tightly and, with equal gentleness 
and tenderness, stroked his member.  The two most important women in his 
life kept Andy like this, on his hands and his knees, unable to move.  Ms 
Tara kept fucking his face, and his wife kept rubbing his cock, until he 
was whimpering from the intensity of the pleasure with which they 
surrounded him.

Finally, the women finished making Andy feel good.  Ms Tara ground his 
face forcefully against her womanhood, Sandy jerked his penis with equal 
force, and Andy, still held securely by both women, ejaculated violently, 
his body convulsing with wave after wave of his orgasm.  Both women 
encouraged Andy, their maternal voices providing him an emotional safe 
haven, as his body erupted like a volcano.

By the time his crisis passed, Andy was so overwrought, both physically 
and emotionally, that he started crying.  Ms Tara squatted in front of 
him, and Sandy behind him as he knelt there, weeping uncontrollably.  
Both women held their man close, comforted him as he wept.  Neither 
attempted to shush him, but they just let him remain in that state, so 
weak and so emotional, for a long while.  

Finally, they helped Andy stand.  Ms Tara kissed him sweetly on the lips, 
much like Sandy kissed him each day.  Sandy pulled up his undies and 
pants, much like she did for their little boy Pete each day.  Andy was 
silent.  He had no words, but he was not uncomfortable nor ashamed.  He 
only felt like the two most important women in his life pulled back the 
outer him and looked together at his innermost self, and still loved him.  
He loved them too.

Ms Tara kissed Sandy and asked, "would you take our little Andrew home, 
Sandy?  He's had a long, hard morning and can use some rest."  She gave 
Andy another kiss and said gently, maternally, "I'll see you tomorrow, 
little one.  Bright and early."