Taxi - Chapter 1

Taxi : the Beginning



In the first episode of the TV series "Taxi", he said that he was
a cab driver. Everybody else in the shop was something else -
boxer, actor, artist, something. Me, I'm a cab driver.

I was in my Junior year of college and studying for Finals. I was
trying to bone up for an advanced Philosophy class, which was my
Major, and suddenly realized that the book I was reading was
utter, total, complete bullshit.

Once I understood that, I thought about the other Philosophy
books I'd read - and knew that once I'd gotten past the true
classics such as Socrates, Plato, des Carte, Kant, Kirkegaard,
and even Ayn Rand, the rest of it was so much people blowing
smoke; either to try and justify their salaries, or believing
their own publicity.

When I understood that "modern" philosophy deserved the low
opinion most people have of the subject, I packed up the little
bit of stuff I had at school and dropped out. I simply couldn't
see any point to busting my butt to get a degree in something
that had come to have virtually nothing to do with the reality
that most people live.

The thing was, I still had an interest - a passion, even - in
philosophy; just not the modern crap they were trying to teach me
in college. So I thought about all the different jobs that I
could get that would let me meet a wide variety of different
people from a wide variety of different lifestyles, occupations,
races, religions, and so on. I considered a lot of different
jobs: cop, barber, bartender, and so on, but I finally settled on
being a cab driver.

Starting out, I was "the New Guy", of course. I got the crappy
cabs, the crappy hours, the crappy fares: I've made my share of
runs to get a bleeding gunshot or knifing victim from some dive
of a bar to the hospital. Sometimes I got them there in time;
other times, not. Either way, I caught shit from the other
drivers when I was cleaning out the back of the cab back in the
shop. I admit, it was one hell of a change from the
upper-middle-class life I'd grown up in. But I was actually
learning something about Real Life along the way, so I stuck it
out. It took only a few years before I was one of the
'old-timers' in the company, and with the increase in status came
better cabs, hours, and fares. It even got to the point where I
was able to lease my rig, and pretty much set my own hours; and
I'd developed something of a 'regular clientele' that would ask
for me by name. Other times, I just happened to be in the right
place at the right time to basically just fall into some pretty
unique situations.

I've been at this job for a long time, now, and I'd like to pass
along some of the experiences I've had along the way. Not so much
to 'brag', but to let people know what can happen if you're
willing to be 'open' to new experiences - and maybe teach folks
some of what I've learned about Life, the Universe, and
Everything as Douglas Adams put it.

It was a Tuesday night and getting toward the end of my shift,
and I got a call from central that one of my regular fares, a
lady by the name of Edith, had called for me. I'd gotten to know
her a little bit, and knew that it was the right time of the year
for her to be working late on some quarterly report she had to
do; when I'd dropped off my previous fare, I'd found a spot not
far from the office building she worked, so that I'd be handy if
she needed a ride home; if she didn't the spot I was in was
pretty good for picking up another fare, so I had my bases
covered.

I ten-foured the dispatch, and made my way to where I knew she'd
be waiting for me - only to be surprised to see her waiting with
a guy. Not that it was any of my business, of course, but I'd
never heard her talk about boyfriends or going out with guys or
anything like that. So, like I said, I was surprised. I get
parked, and the guy has to help her out to my cab; I see them
coming, and I get out and open the door for them. He gets her in
the back seat, I close the door, and get back behind the wheel.
The guy asks "You know where she lives, right?"

I tell him I do, and he says "Let's get going then. I've got a
big night ahead of me."

Hearing that, my ears perk up, you know? I mean, I know her to
some extent, and she doesn't seem like the kind of woman to just
jump in the sack with any old guy.

I start checking them out in the back seat, and I can see that
Edith is kind of 'out of it'. She isn't passed out or anything,
but she's definitely not as chipper as she usually is, either.
While I'm driving, I keep looking back, and I finally see him
reach over and start playing with her tits through her blouse. I
see that, and I know things aren't right. She's a real classy
lady - always dressed nice, polite, sociable, the whole thing; so
I'm thinking that she isn't some bimbo that lets guys just start
grabbing her tits in the back of a cab.

So to try and find out what's going on, I ask the guy "She
doesn't look too good. Is she going to be okay?"

The guy tells me to just shut up and drive, and I told him "Look,
mister, she's a regular fare, and she always tips me good. I just
don't want her to think that I did anything but drive tonight,
okay?"

He gives me some kind of look and answers "Don't worry about it.
We had a few drinks at a little party we had after we finished a
report we were working on, and she invited me back to her place.
Maybe she just had one too many, okay? I think she'll be okay in
an hour or so."

I tell him "Sure, okay, I can understand that." - except that I'm
thinking that she doesn't look drunk to me, not even a little
bit. I mean, I've taken her home after some of the after work
dinner-and-drinks things she's been on, and she told me one time
that she never has more than two drinks - ever. And God knows,
I've seen enough people that have had too much liquor in them,
and she just doesn't look right.

I take another look in the mirror, and I see that he's got a hand
up her skirt while he's trying to lick her tonsils. And she's
hardly moving, and not SAYING anything. I'm starting to think
that maybe he doctored her drink; nothing like Rohypnol or
anything like that: she isn't completely out of it like that crap
does to a person. We stop at a light, and I can finally see her
eyes: it's like she's begging me to help her; I mean, I can SEE
that she knows what's going on, but just can't do or say anything
for herself.

That's it. That's all I need before I pull over and tell the guy
"Look, mister - I told you, she's a regular fare, and I don't
think she looks right. I think maybe you need to get out so I can
get her home safe."

He starts bitching and fussing, and I finally tell him "Look,
either you get out now, or I hit the panic switch I've got up
here, and you can explain to the cops what's wrong with her, and
why you're going home with her. If you ain't outta my cab in five
seconds, I'm hitting the switch."

He gets real pale, which tells me that I'm probably right: he's
drugged her, and still has the stuff on him - and it's probably
something the cops would recognize if they found it on him. He
opens the door and gets out before the five seconds are up. I've
got no panic switch, but HE doesn't know that. He's REAL pissed
off when he wants to know how he's supposed to get another cab. I
tell him "Turn right at the next light, and down a couple blocks
as you'll be at the Kings Arms Hotel; they've always got a couple
cabs waiting there."

He slams the door, and starts walking; I don't mind the noise or
the names he's calling me - I just pull out and take Edith the
rest of the way home.

When I pull up in front of her apartment building, I call in the
end of the fare, and tell them I'm going off shift. When I get
the OK, I shut the engine off and get out. I open the back door,
and I can see that Edith is in worse shape than I thought - but
her eyes are still alert, and she's watching me. I ask if it's
okay if I look in her purse for her keys, and figure her eyes are
telling me to go ahead. I find them easy enough, but there's
nothing on them to tell me what apartment she's in. Nice and safe
and sensible - and no help at all in the current situation. After
telling her what I'm doing, it's back into her purse for her
billfold so I can check it; her driver's license tells me what
apartment. I make sure she can see me putting everything back,
then I wrap the strap to her purse around the back of my belt a
couple of times to keep my hands free. I tell her I'm going to
have to get her out of the cab, and ask her to understand that
I'm not trying to get fresh. Again, her eyes tell me it's okay,
so I reach in and finally manage to get her out and more-or-less
vertical.

I put one of her arms around my shoulders so I can hold one hand
while my arm is around her waist. She's only a couple of inches
shorter than me, and packaged pretty nice, so it's a little bit
of a struggle getting her inside and into the elevator. I can
prop both of us against the wall on the way up, and it isn't a
very long haul from the elevator to her apartment.

I'm trying to hold Edith up AND get her apartment unlocked - and
not doing a very good job at either - when the door across from
Edith's opens up and a woman comes out. She asks me what's going
on, and I tell her who I am, and what happened. She immediately
gets worried, and tells me "I'm Edith's best friend. Here, let me
help."

She takes the keys away from me, and it isn't three seconds
before the door is open. She leads the way back to the bedroom,
and we manage to get Edith laid down on the bed. The woman looks
at me and says "I remember who you are. Edith told me how you're
the cabbie she calls whenever she has to work late. Do you have
to be anyplace?"

I tell her I'm done for the night, and she says "Good. Go on and
wait in the living room, would you? I'm going to get her
undressed and make sure she's okay. Go ahead and make yourself
something to drink, if you want. I'll be right there."

I tell her sure, and clear out - Edith is a looker, but I don't
think she wants me looking at her TOO much, you know?

Back out in the living room, I get the chance to notice that it's
a REAL nice place before I find the liquor cabinet. She's got my
brand of rum, and mixers in a mini-fridge, so I make myself a rum
and Coke. I'm quarter of the way through my drink and looking out
the glass patio doors at the city when the friend comes in a
while later.

She gives me a look and says "Thanks for bringing her home the
way you did. I'll be right back." before she goes back to her
place. She's back in a minute with a stethoscope and a couple of
other things; she tells me "I'm a nurse, and I'm going to check
her out. Please, stay, and make yourself another drink if you
want."

Since the only one I've got at home is my cat Demosthenes, I'm
not in any pressing hurry to leave. I've got time to finish my
drink, and make another one before the woman comes out again. The
stethoscope is hanging around her neck, and she's wrapping up
some doctor-looking stuff when she tells me "She was definitely
drugged. She's starting to come out of it, and she asked me to
ask you to stay, if you will. Judging from what she was able to
tell me when it started, and how she felt then and now, I'd say
she's probably going to be pretty close to back to normal in an
hour, or so. I'm Denise, by the way."

"Nice to meet you - except for the circumstances. I'm Jim.", I
tell her.

She gives me a half smile and says "I think the circumstances are
perfect. Edith has told me that you're the one cab driver she
trusts when she has to work late, and you've shown she was right
to. Let me put this stuff away, and I'll be right back."

She's gone just a couple of minutes, and when she gets back, she
heads straight in to check on Edith. When she comes back out a
bit later, she says "She's definitely coming out of it. She'll be
out in a couple of minutes, so if you'd like to have a seat?"

I find myself a chair, and Denise takes a spot at one end of the
couch. We make a little chit-chat, and a bit later Edith comes
in. She isn't real steady, but she's moving under her own power,
which is definitely a step up from when I saw her last. She's
wearing this huge terry cloth bathrobe that looks like it sells
for more than I make in tips in a week. Definitely not something
you'd find in a suburban mall department store. Edith waves me
and Denise both off when we start to get up to help her; her
voice is pretty soft when she tells us she's okay. She really
doesn't look all that okay, but she's definitely way ahead of
where she was when we got her into the apartment; so I figure
she'll BE okay, and that's what matters.

Edith gets herself parked at the other end of the couch from
Denise and takes a deep breath before she tells me "Thanks for
watching out for me, and getting me home safe, Jim. I don't know
what that asshole put in my drink, but whatever it was, it was
NOT fun. I could see and hear and feel and everything else; but
no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't seem to say or do
anything. It was like the wires from my brain to the rest of me
were cut, or something. I was hoping and praying that you would
realize something was wrong, and you did."

"Uh, not to embarrass you or anything, but when I saw some of the
stuff he was doing to you... well, you've always seemed like a
pretty classy lady, and I just couldn't figure you putting up
with anything like that. Some people, they talk to me like I'm
something they're going to have to clean off their shoe; but you
treat me like what I am: somebody doing an honest job the best I
can. Once I realized you weren't... right, I wasn't going to let
anything else happen to you."

She didn't even blush about me seeing him doing all that stuff to
her; she just tells me "No, I'm not embarrassed that you saw what
he was up to. I expect you've seen worse, driving cabs as long as
you have. What I am is so pissed at him that I don't have the
words for it - but you can be damn sure I will by the time I get
to work Thursday! Jim, if somebody from my company calls you,
would you be willing to tell them what happened? What you saw,
what he said, and all that?"

"Of course I would."

She gives me a satisfied smile and says "I thought you would, but
figured I'd better ask first. I don't want you to get into
trouble with the company."

"Nah, I wouldn't be in any trouble with them. I lease the hack
from them, so whatever happens in it is MY business, not theirs -
it's in our contract. It wouldn't matter to me, anyway. Guys like
that, they give the rest of us a bad rap."

Denise tells me "Jim, I don't think anybody that gets to know you
is EVER going to make the mistake of thinking you could be
anything like that asshole. Edith has told me that the reason she
asks for you is because you ARE somebody doing an honest job the
best you can - and doing it damn well. The few times you haven't
brought her here the most direct way, you've told her why - and
offered to drop the flag when it got to the usual charges. I
don't doubt for a minute that you're quite the gentleman."

Edith speaks up then to tell me "Jim, you did a LOT to help me
tonight. Not just getting rid of that... person, but getting me
up here. I remember how you were careful to let me know what you
were doing, and why, when you got my keys and looked at my ID to
see what apartment I live in. And I know that when you put your
hand on my ass to get me out of the cab and next to you, it was
the only reasonable way you had of moving me. I know I'm not some
wispy little fashion model, either, and I know it wasn't easy for
you to hold me upright and get me up here - but you did it. So
the FIRST thing I want to do is make sure you don't get stiffed
on the fare."

She grabs her purse from the table I set it on, and I tried to
tell her not to worry about it. She just gives me this Look, and
says "Jim, regardless of the other things that happened, you DID
drive me home in your cab. I owe you the fare for that. Now shut
up and accept it."

It wasn't a huge fare, or anything, and actually getting paid for
it would help keep my budget happy, so I took the money she
offered - only to find out that she'd given me ten times the
usual. Not just tip, but the entire fare AND tip; it was a nice
chunk of change. I tried to give the extra back, but she wasn't
having any; neither was Denise, who told me "Take it, Jim. What
you did tonight, not just getting her back here, but keeping that
animal away from her, you deserve that, and more. She's my best
friend - we've known each other since both of us were in second
grade, and I'm going to give you a reward, too. Not just money,
but something as personal as what you did for me by protecting my
friend."

I look at her, wondering what she's talking about, when she shows
me.

She stands up and tells me "Edith and I talked about it while I
was checking her just now, and we decided that BOTH of us want to
show you just how much we appreciate what you did. She still
needs some time to get herself together, so I'm going first; but
she'll be showing you her gratitude, too."

With that, she grabs the bottom of the baggy sweatshirt she's
wearing and pulls it up and over her head before she drops it at
the end of the couch - showing me that she isn't wearing anything
under it. Like I said, Edith is a looker - but Denise isn't too
far behind her in the looks department. Short blonde hair, kind
of curly. Beautiful green eyes, pretty face with a wide mouth.
She kinda looks like an older and slightly bigger Meg Ryan in
"Top Gun". The tits she's showing me aren't real big - like the
size of a softball, maybe - but real nice: they sag just enough
to tell me that they're all hers, they're kind of pear-shaped,
and she's got these dark pink, puffy nipples I'd LOVE to get my
mouth on. She reaches for the waist of the sweatpants she's
wearing, and the next thing I know, they're laying on top of the
sweatshirt. She just stands there, letting me look at her. Hell,
she's inviting me to look, and I do. I can see that she does a
lot of walking around as a nurse: her legs are trim and strong.
They're a little thick, but they look right for her.

It's pretty obvious she's healthy, too: there doesn't look to be
an extra five pounds ANYWHERE on her - her belly is smooth, with
that little paunch women have from having all their works on the
inside. She's got a nice waist that just kind of flows into her
hips. Between her legs, her bush is just a couple shades darker
than what's on her head, and it's pretty obvious that she keeps
it trimmed into a strip that's only as wide as the mound of her
pussy, and goes up only about a third of the way to her belly
button.

When I look up at her face again, she must be able to see that I
like what she's showing me: she gets this Mona Lisa kind of smile
on her face and comes over to where I'm sitting in the chair. She
leans over and puts her hands on the arm of the chair to support
herself as she leans in for a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft,
and I gotta admit it was REAL nice kissing her. I was trying to
be polite and everything by not just grabbing her tits like I
wanted to; she lets me know it's okay by taking one of my hands
in hers and putting it on her boob. That's all it takes for me,
and I get the other hand filled up on my own. She isn't some
teenybopper, so her tits are softer - but they're still DAMN
nice: warm and smooth, and still firm enough that squeezing them
doesn't feel like I'm grabbing a plastic bag full of water; they
feel like they're full of Jello, instead. As I start playing with
her tits, I can feel the ends of her breasts puckering up as her
nipples start getting longer.

The way we're kissing, I'm definitely getting the idea that she
wants to be more than just friends, so I finally turn loose of
her boobs and start trying to find out what else she'll let me
play with.

The way it turns out, there isn't anything on her that's off
limits. She's got a really nice ass; it's hard as a rock from all
the standing and walking she does, but it's covered with a thin
layer of sponge rubber that's warm and soft to my touch. Her bush
is thick and soft, and when I ease my hands between her legs, she
takes a little step to one side to make it easier for me to find
out that she's got these small, thick pussy lips, and that she's
already wet inside. I trace my way back up and find her clit.
It's bigger than most, and when I touch it, she moans into my
mouth - where her tongue is.

I play with her clit a little bit, kind of twirling my finger
around it until I can smell how wet she must be getting. I slide
my finger back down, and discover that it's like a lake or
something inside her, she's so wet. Still, I'm real patient and I
go nice and slow when I start slipping a finger into her - and
surprised as hell when I realize how small she is on the inside.
She isn't a virgin, but she sure as hell isn't getting laid
regular, either. I don't think there's any such thing as 'bad'
pussy; but if this goes where I'm thinking it's going, then she
is going to be really nice!

By this time, I feel like I've got a steel bar in my pants, and
things are getting crowded and pretty uncomfortable. She pulls
her head back to get my tongue out of her mouth, and I can see
that she's as worked up as I am. She kneels down and gets my
shoes and socks off before she reaches for my belt. When that's
undone, she takes her time getting my pants unfastened and
unzipped - she seems to be having fun running her fingers along
my dick through my pants and shorts. Still, she finally grabs the
waistband of my pants and starts pulling them down while I lift
up a little to make it easier. Next to go are my shorts, which
leaves my dick waving in the air. But not for long, since she
wraps her hand around the bottom of it and her lips around the
top. She bobs her head up and down a few times while she's using
her tongue to rub along the bottom of it; it's like she's just
making sure I'm hard all the way. If she'd asked, I'd have told
her - but I'm glad she didn't!

Once she gets me slicked up with her saliva, she pulls her head
off me and stands up - just long enough to climb into the chair
straddling me, take hold of my dick, and sit down on it. She's
just as small inside as I figured, but she's also just as wet; I
can feel my dick stretching her as she gets her
two-sizes-too-small pussy wrapped around me in a single long,
slow push that ends only when her ass is resting against the tops
of my thighs. That gives me the chance to start sucking on those
puffy nipples of hers - which she seems to appreciate, because
she releases this deep groan and puts her hands in my hair to
hold me there (like I was going anywhere!).

By the time I get both of her nipples as long and hard as I can
get them, she's started moving on me. Just a little at first,
like she's getting used to having me in her. But once she gets
going, it isn't long before she's bouncing up and down my pole as
far and fast as she can manage.

It feels good, having her moving on me like that - too good,
even. I put my hands on her hips and try to slow her down so I
can enjoy it longer, but she tells me "Don't worry about cumming.
We've got all night, and I just want to take the edge off for
you!"

All night? With her and, if I heard right, Edith? Count me in!

In just a couple of minutes, she's so wet that every time she
settles back down on my cock, it makes a squishing noise that
just adds to the sight and smell of her to make me even harder
and get me even closer to blowing my load in her.

When I'm almost ready to cum, I tell her, and she just says "Yes!
Do it!"

A couple more bounces, and that's it - I grab her hips and hold
her steady as I push my cock as far inside her as I can before I
feel the first wad of my cum try to coat her tonsils. She must
feel it, too, because all of a sudden, she gets even tighter
around me as she literally screams with the start of an orgasm.

I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock like one of those
finger trap toys - except that HER trap isn't wrapped around my
finger, and it's a whole lot hotter and wetter.

I finish pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her, but she
isn't done with her orgasm yet: under my hands, I can feel her
body still going through occasional spasms as her vagina
continues squeezing me. Normally, something like that would work
to help keep me hard; but she's so tight inside that she's
actually forcing the blood OUT of my dick, making me soften and
shrink even faster. If she hadn't told me we had all night, I'd
have felt pretty disappointed. On the other hand, I got that much
more time to suck on her boobs (and make her climax last longer),
so it worked out okay.

When a minute or so went by that she didn't have some kind of
orgasmic aftershock, she opened her eyes and absently said "DAMN,
that was good!" Then she seemed to suddenly realize that I was
there, and she kind of blushed a little before she told me "Thank
you. That was really nice!"

I gave her a grin and answered "I thought so, too", making her
smile at me.

A few seconds later, she got off of me, and I realized just HOW
tight she was when she didn't have to do anything to keep my cum
from running out of her. Even if she was clamping down on
purpose, it still impressed the hell out of me.

She took a step back from the chair I was on and gestured that I
should stand up. I did, and she reached out to unbutton, and then
remove, my shirt before setting it over where she'd put my pants.
That left me as naked as she was, though not as nice looking.

Denise turned to Edith and asked "Why don't you show him what
you've got for him, when you feel up to it?"

Edith gives me a smile of her own as she stands up. When she's
ready, she unties the belt to the robe and gives her shoulders a
little shrug to make it fall to the floor.

I said that Edith was a looker, right? Well, she's got rich,
black hair that only goes down to her shoulders, and it's in some
simple style that just looks right - it accents the slightly oval
shape of her face, with it's clear complexion; dark brown eyes;
fine, straight nose; and slightly full lips. What I get to see
for the first time is what the rest of her looks like.

IF Edith's tits are bigger than Denise's, it isn't by much - but
on her more slender frame, they LOOK bigger. They're more
rounded, too, and she's got small, dark nipples that are already
sticking out a full quarter of an inch - and I can see them
starting to get longer, even as I watch. Edith is just as fit and
trim as Denise, and the curve of her waist and hips is a little
softer. Her legs look incredibly long and slender, shaped by a
series of gentle curves that softly flow upward from her ankles.
Between her smooth, visibly firm thighs is a narrow wedge of
luxurious dark, short hair that makes it easy to see the shape of
her mound - and the hood of her clitoris peeking out above the
slight gap where the very edges of her pussy lips are visible.
She has a tawny complexion that makes me think of brown sugar,
and there isn't a damn thing to mar her flawless, velvety skin.

She gives me this absolutely radiant smile and says "How about if
we find someplace where all three of us can be comfortable?"
before she turns and starts walking back toward her bedroom. Her
ass is a pair of small, obviously tight globes that don't jiggle
in the slightest; the only change in them is from her ass muscles
clenching and unclenching as she walks. She's amazingly graceful
as she moves; fashion models could take lessons from her, it's so
nice to watch. Next to me, Denise says "She's incredible to
watch, isn't she? It's like watching a cat move..."

A moment later, Denise takes my hand and leads the way back to
Edith's bedroom - giving me the chance to enjoy watching HER ass,
too.

Once we're in the bedroom, I see that Edith has already pulled
the bed covers down. All three of us find a spot to sit - me and
Edith at the head of the bed, resting against the headboard, and
Denise sitting more in the middle of the bed, facing us.

Edith starts things off by telling me "You're probably wondering
just what's going on here - why two women would be so willing to
not just get naked with you, but take you to bed, too."

"Well, yeah... I mean, it's not like I think I look like Brad
Pitt or Tom Cruise or anything."

Both of them smile before Edith answers "No, you don't look like
either of them - but you're handsome enough in your own way. What
settled the matter for us was the fact that you were so willing
to help me when I needed it, and you haven't been beating your
chest about doing it, or hitting me up for any kind of reward.
You see, even though both of us are bisexual, we actually prefer
women for the simple reason that most men are just too damn
forceful for us. Nearly all the guys we meet, they just want to
fuck us. Not have sex WITH us, or actually do anything like
making love; just fucking us, them doing something TO us. Neither
one of us likes that, so we generally don't get involved with
guys much. But you seemed different. Not only did you help me
when I needed it, but I could see that you were making a point
about letting me know what you were doing to help me, and why.
Then after you got me up here, you haven't stared, you haven't
tried to hit me up for anything, not even for any kind of
financial reward - even after you saw that I'm not poor by any
stretch of the imagination. Because of what happened to me,
Denise was the one to find out if you were as... I'll say
'considerate'... as you seemed. When she came over to you, you
didn't just grab her breasts like so many guys would have; and
even when she put your hand on one to let you know it was okay to
touch her, you were still patient and gentle with her - I mean, I
could see it even from where I was sitting. You gave her plenty
of time and chances to stop you before you did anything new or
different with her. You let HER set the pace, and you were
careful not to do anything that would hurt her or make her
uncomfortable. And I could see that you were trying to make HER
feel good, too, even when she was trying to get you off. Believe
me, it worked, too: it's been a LONG time since I've seen her cum
like that with anyone but me or another woman. Before I came out
here, we decided that if you were the kind of guy we both thought
you were, both of us wanted to show you how grateful we are for
what you did, in a way that would be as special as you are. I'm
sure that the money you get from us will make a good reward - but
we thought you deserve something more, too; something PERSONAL."

Denise spoke up then, telling me "Just so you know, both of us
are on birth control; even though we're not likely to get
pregnant from being with another woman, it helps keep our periods
regular, so it's a matter of convenience for us. From the things
you've said to her, neither one of us thinks that you're likely
to have anything... contagious. If you do, this would be a good
time to let us know; I'm a nurse, and I'll be more than happy to
take care of things for you, unofficially, so there aren't any
records of it."

I didn't accept any of the freebies that the hookers I knew
offered me, and the occasional girlfriends I had were
appreciative that I was willing to pay for BOTH of us to get
checked out at the clinic so we could each see that the other was
'safe'. So I just smiled at her and shook my head before saying
"That's not a problem. I'm kind of paranoid about catching
something that'll make it shrivel up and fall off; it's kind of
grown on me, and I like getting the chance to use it every now
and then." - making both of them laugh softly, and smile back at
me.

Edith told me "After what happened tonight, I think that both of
us can trust you not to talk to anyone about what happens here,
or anything you happen to learn about either one of us. We're
trusting that what happens between all of us tonight will stay
here, in this room, when we're done."

The look I gave them to let them know Denise hadn't had to say
what she did on MY account seemed to reassure, rather than
offend, them.

The next thing anybody said was Edith telling me "You've already
gotten to get familiar with Denise's body, so while I'm cleaning
your cum out of her, you're more than welcome to get familiar
with mine", with a smile that let me know that she found the idea
as appealing as I did.

I'd never seen one woman eating another's pussy before - not in
real life, I mean. Sure, I'd seen it on the occasional porno
movie I watched, but actually being there and getting to watch as
Edith moved toward Denise was something new for me. The first
thing Edith did was kiss Denise - and I could tell that it wasn't
just a "Hi, friend" kind of kiss, either. It wasn't a minute
before both of them had their mouths open, and were trying to
check each other's tonsils out as much as Denise and I had. I
watched as both sets of breasts got visibly tighter, and two
pairs of nipples began to stand at attention. Edith was the first
one of them to bring a hand up and cup the other's breast; but
Denise wasn't far behind. I could easily tell that although their
kisses were deep and increasingly passionate, they were also
gentle and loving. I'm normally not a real aggressive kind of
guy, anyway, but seeing them made me tell myself to make sure and
take it easy with them.

I got to watch as the two of them slowly moved to lie on their
sides as they continued kissing. Edith finally pulled her lips
away from Denise's, and began kissing her friend's face: eyelids,
cheeks, tip of her nose, pretty much everyplace. As she was doing
that, she was tracing this elaborate design down Denise's body,
as if it was the first time she'd ever been able to do that. When
Edith's hand eventually got below Denise's belly button, Denise
moaned and lifted her 'top' leg and bent it to put her foot on
the bed - leaving her legs wide open for Edith. When Edith's hand
got there, I watched as all she did was lay her finger between
Denise's pussy lips for a few moments, and then slowly curl it so
that the tip slipped between them and moved toward the top of
Denise's pussy, where I could see her clit peeking out.

The touch of Edith's fingertip on her clit made Denise moan again
before Edith started rubbing it in little circles - which made
Denise arch her hips in response. In just a minute, I could see
that Denise's lips had gotten dark, and thicker, and she was
visibly wet between them. Every so often, Edith slides her finger
back between Denise's lips to get it wet again before she goes
back to diddling Denise's clit again. After a couple of minutes,
I can easily smell Denise's pussy, and I'm starting to look
forward to the chance to eat her, myself.

I notice that Edith is starting to kiss Denise on the throat and
shoulders, and a bit later, it's the tops of her tits. Real slow
like, Edith is working her way toward Denise's nipples, which are
all puckered and standing tall. When Edith finally puts her mouth
over one of Denise's nipples, Denise groans and puts her hands in
Edith's hair, just like she did to me. I'm starting to want to go
over and help out, but I figure I'll get another chance later;
it's just too damn sexy watching as Edith sucks on first one,
then the other, of Denise's nipples until she has both of them
shining with her saliva, and traces of her lipstick.

Denise is gasping and panting by this time, and Edith softly
bites one of Denise's nipples before starting to kiss her friends
tits again. It doesn't take long to see that she's easing her way
down Denise's body again, real slow like. And she isn't just
heading straight for the promised land, either - she's planting
these little kisses, and kind of biting with her lips, all over
Denise's belly. I can't see any kind of pattern to it, but it
doesn't look like she's missing anyplace, either; and as Edith's
lips get closer and closer to Denise's bush, Denise is getting
hotter and hotter: she's getting this flush on her face and
shoulders, and it's even starting to spread down onto her chest.
Edith's head is finally in position between Denise's legs, but
all she does is start kissing her friend's thighs real soft, and
slowly sliding her tongue along Denise's skin, up toward where
Denise's lips are wide open and damn near dripping with her
juices.

By the time Edith's tongue finally comes out and starts probing
against the entrance to Denise's pussy, Edith has shifted her
position so that she's kneeling on the bed and leaning forward,
which leaves damn near all of her body exposed to me. But
remembering how slow and gentle they are with each other, I don't
just move in and grab Edith's tits - even though I want to.
Instead, I put my hands on her upper arms, real gentle, and then
softly and slowly move them to her shoulders. From there, I move
them down her back until I can bring them around to her hips,
then it's up her sides. When I get close enough, I reach around a
little farther so I can just BARELY touch the surface of her tits
as I run my hands around them before sliding them down her belly
- and then on down the fronts of her thighs.

When I get to her knees, I trace my way around to the backs of
her legs, and up, letting my fingertips softly caress the insides
of her thighs. When I get to the tops of her legs, I don't go
right to her bush; instead, I kind of pivot my hands so that I
can gently massage her beautiful ass, and softly caress it.

I know it might sound weird, but I've never really touched a
woman this way before. Sure, I've touched them - played with
their tits and asses, and had my hands all over them and
everything; but until then, I'd never just touched them. So as
I'm running my hands around on Edith's body, I'm finally starting
to really appreciate how warm and soft and smooth her skin is,
and how it feels just a little bit different on different parts
of her body. And once I really start to get into it, I'm even
noticing how the different muscles are laid out, and how they
have different densities, and everything. I mean, I've got my
hands on this absolute BABE, and I'm tripping on the way her body
FEELS.

So when I spread my hands out and ease them up her back and sides
again, I'm taking my time and enjoying the hell out of what I'm
doing - and when I finally get even with her tits, and I slide my
hands around and finally just hold them, I really enjoy it.
They're big enough that I can't hold all of them in my hands, and
I can feel how warm and heavy they feel; I give them a gentle
squeeze, and it's like I've got a couple of really big, fresh
marshmallows in my hands - they're soft and firm at the same
time, and her skin is warm and smooth. I'm thinking that if I was
a girl, I'd want to be a lesbian, just so I could play with tits
like that ALL the time. Then I got my fingers on her nipples, and
even THOSE were a trip - they have a different 'texture' than the
rest of her skin, and I think I can feel that they're warmer than
the rest of her boobs. Both of them feel like little erasers,
hard and springy at the same time.

I keep my hands on her tits for a while, just enjoying the hell
out of having them in my hands before I finally slide my hands
down her belly again. When I get to her hips, each hand goes down
the front of one of her thighs, then it's back up along the
insides until I can feel her soft bush on the sides of my hands.
I move one hand back to her belly so I can start using a
fingertip to play with her belly button, while the other hands
starts checking out her bush. It's amazingly soft and thick, and
the hair is short enough that it's almost like it was painted on
her. Except I can feel that it isn't; my fingertips follow the
'grain' of her bush to the slight part where I know her cleft is.
I make sure that I'm real gentle when I begin to check out her
labia and the area between them. The first thing I discover is
that her lips are real thin and small; right after that, I find
out that she's already wet, and the entrance to her pussy feels
really hot and tight. She's kind of pressing herself against me,
so I know I'm doing okay, and not rushing or hurting her; as I
slip my finger along between her lips toward her clit, I can feel
the end of it getting pretty well soaked by her oils - which I'm
starting to smell. Edith has a different aroma than Denise, and I
don't have any trouble telling the two of them apart as I find
her clit and gently press the very tip of my finger against it.
Edith makes this noise and suddenly holds still, surprising me.
It takes me a couple of seconds to realize that she liked what I
did, and that the noise was a HAPPY one.

The problem was that when Edith held still, she wasn't doing
anything for Denise - who makes a noise of complaint or
frustration, I'm not sure which. So I get my finger off Edith's
clit, so she can go back to taking care of Denise - who promptly
moans in pleasure at what Edith is doing to her.

I run my hands over Edith's body for a bit longer, but the noises
Denise is making let me know she's enjoying the hell out of what
Edith's doing to her, and I decide to move to where I can watch -
and maybe learn something.

I get myself situated to where I can see what Edith is doing, and
I find out that I've got a real good view of Denise's pussy - I
can see from her butt-hole to her clit, and everything in
between. Like my fingers told me, her pussy lips are kind of
small and thick - but they're straight and soft,too; not like the
dried up wrinkled ones you see on girls that have been banging
any guy any time any where since they hit puberty.

With the different view of her than I had before, I can see that
her bush just kind of fades out real fast after it gets past the
bottom of her mound. I don't know if she trims it or if it just
grows like that, but it looks real nice and clean. I watch as
Edith puts her mouth over Denise's opening and kind of sucks on
her a little bit, which makes Denise start arching her hips and
moaning real loud. I look a little closer, and it looks like
Edith is sticking her tongue into Denise's vagina at the same
time she's sucking on it. I tuck THAT idea away for future use as
I see Edith pull back a little bit. She turns her head to me and
says "Every time I do that, I'll get a little more of your cum
out of her. I'll get the rest when she climaxes - the way her
muscles inside tighten will push it out" before she turns back
and starts fluttering her tongue across Denise's exposed clit.

When Edith's tongue goes to work on her clit, Denise lets out
this real deep groan and tries to push her clit against Edith's
tongue. But Edith just pulls it back a little to keep the same
amount of pressure on it. After bit, I can see that both of them
are pretty much focused on each other. I don't want to get in the
way, but I'd kind of like to join in, too. So what I do is just
kind of start working around the edges, so to speak. I reach up
with one hand and start playing with one of Denise's tits; I give
the inside of the thigh next to my head a series of soft little
kisses, starting around her knee and moving toward where Edith's
tongue is busy. I use one hand to start caressing Edith's body
again - from her knees to her tits and back again, front and
back. I tracing little patterns up and down Denise's legs. It
doesn't take long before Denise is panting real hard between all
of the happy/excited noises she's making, and that's when I get
an idea to try something that an ex-girlfriend did to me one time
that sure got MY motor running.

I kind of ease my way down the leg that she has on the bed,
leaving a little trail of kisses along the way. Except that I
don't stop when I get to her ankle; instead, I kiss my way along
the instep of her foot - which makes her moan REAL loud - until I
get to her toes. Then after I lick all of her toes, I wrap my
lips around her big toe and start sucking on it. It takes all of
ten seconds of that before I hear her start making this real
high-pitched keening noise. I look up toward her head, and I can
see that she's got her head thrown back and the tendons in her
neck are standing out like steel cables while Edith is licking
and slurping away between her legs.

I watch as Denise takes this huge, deep, shuddering breath before
her body arches forward and she releases this groan that sounds
like it started from the toe I have in my mouth. When that ends,
I hear her gasp out "Oh, god, don't do that!" before her body
tightens up again. Edith pulls her head back, looking kind of
confused, and that's when I realize that Denise was talking to
me. I kind of spit her toe out, and give the instep of her foot a
kiss before I turn loose of it.

Up between Denise's thighs, Edith turns to look toward me, and
that's when she realizes that it was something I did that made
her friend orgasm so hard, and that Denise wasn't telling HER to
stop. She gives me a quick smile, then gets her face into
Denise's crotch again.

To tell the truth, I'm feeling pretty good about making Denise
climax that hard; but I'm feeling a little embarrassed, too, for
making Edith think she did something wrong. So I leave Denise
alone while she gasps and moans and groans her way through the
rest of her orgasm. Getting to play with Edith's body while that
happens makes for a nice alternative, though.

By the time Denise is just laying there panting, I'm back next to
Edith. So when she lifts her head up and looks at me, I give her
a big smile before I reach out and gently cup her face in my
hands. She looks at me in curiosity until I lean forward a bit
and start cleaning Denise's juices off her face with real small,
gentle licks with the tip of my tongue. She gets this big smile
on her face, and when I'm done, I move in to kiss her. She
doesn't look happy, and I tell her "Look, don't worry about it.
I've tasted my own cum before. I saw you swallowing it, so there
can't be enough in your mouth to bother me. Okay?"

With that, she held still and let me kiss her - and even opened
her mouth to me when I touched my tongue to her lips. After we'd
kissed for a bit, I eased back again and saw that she was looking
pleased.

Both of us turned to look at Denise, and saw that her eyes were
open and she was looking at us. We carefully got her up to the
head of the bed and propped up against the headboard before we
moved to sit on either side and help support her. That was when
Edith told me "I don't know what you were doing, but that was the
hardest I've EVER seen her orgasm."

In a soft voice we hear Denise say "That's because that's the
hardest I have. He was kissing my leg and it felt pretty darn
good. Then he started kissing the bottom of my foot, and that was
really sexy. But then the son of a bitch started sucking on my
damn TOE, and that's when the world ended." - the tone of her
voice letting us (me) know that she wasn't mad, just kind of
stunned by what had happened.

Edith looks at me, and I just shrug my shoulders and say "An old
girlfriend did it to me one time, and it sure as hell worked on
me, so I figured it was worth a try. I guess it worked on Denise,
too."

Edith couldn't help smiling when Denise informs me "Yes, it
worked - too damn well, thank you very much. Don't do that again
without warning a person first, will you? Christ, it felt like
every cell in my body was having its own orgasm! I'm lucky I
didn't hurt something, I came so hard."

I was real apologetic when I told her "I'm sorry. I really wasn't
trying to do anything but make you have a nice climax."

Denise turned her head to look at me, and I could hear the
sincerity in her voice when she told me "No, dear Jim, you don't
have to apologize. I'm really, truly not upset with you at ALL.
You did help me have a very nice climax - better than any I've
ever had before. I was just surprised by it, is all, and I'm just
letting off some of the steam from it. Honestly, you didn't do
anything bad or wrong - quite the opposite, in fact! It just
surprised me that I could orgasm that hard, okay?" before she
leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips. When it was over, she
told me "Really, Jim, you did just fine. And you were a perfect
dear to help us without interfering."

Edith looked at me, too, after that, and said "I want to thank
you, too. I absolutely loved the way you were touching me; and
then you were so thoughtful about not getting in the way of what
Denise and I had going. Even more than before, now I'm glad we
decided to share our bed with you."

Jeez, here I thought I screwed up, and now I've got a couple of
knockouts like these telling me I did good? And that they're glad
they took me to bed? Hell, if I wasn't careful, I might start
thinking I knew something about how to make women happy - if I
didn't have so many ex-girlfriends to tell me otherwise.

Both of them were looking at me closely, and I couldn't think of
anything else but to say "Well, if I didn't screw things up, then
I guess it all worked out okay, didn't it?"

Edith leaned past Denise to give me a kiss and say "BETTER than
okay" before she turned to Denise and asked "After THAT, would
you like something to drink? Or eat?"

Denise answered "I need something to drink desperately - and lots
of it, whatever it is. Food would be good, too. As for eating,
I'll take care of YOU two later!"

That made Edith and me both laugh before she moved to get out of
bed. When she was standing, she told us "I'll be back in just a
bit" before turning and leaving the bedroom. Denise and I both
took great pleasure in watching her walk away from us.

When Edith was out of sight, I told Denise "If it's okay, I'd
like to hold you, if I can."

She gave me a big smile and said "I'd like that", and then let me
help get her turned slightly so that she was leaning back against
me so I could put my arms around her. As we sat there, she told
me "Jim, you keep surprising me in some very nice ways. I know I
told you that she's said what kind of guy you are, but I used to
have a tough time really believing it. Even when I finally
accepted that she might be right, I still had some doubts. But
when you protected her, and brought her home the way you did,
those doubts were gone. Then when I got on your lap out there in
the living room, I figured you'd just get off and not think about
me, too - but you DID think about me. And now, in here, you were
as considerate of Edith and me as either one of us could have
asked for, and more. She was giving me an orgasm, but what you
did made it incredible. But even after we told you what kind of
guy we think you are, and even thanked you, you aren't acting
like you think you'd some kind of big-league Stud, or God's gift
to women. Instead, you're being a gentle, thoughtful, caring
person by holding me like this. If feels REAL nice to be held by
a guy that's content to just HOLD me, and isn't trying to grab my
tits or get me going so he can fuck me again. I genuinely hope
this isn't the only time you and I and Edith can be together;
you're FAR too much of a gentleman to let that happen."

I gave her a little hug and answered "I'm just a cab driver, but
even I can see that you and Edith, you're a couple of real
LADIES. I'm just grateful that two classy women like you would be
willing to share yourselves with me."

She turned her head to look at me before she said "Jim, having
class, or being a lady or a gentleman, isn't a matter of how much
money you have or what your job is or your social status. Yes,
those things help make it easier to show what kind of person you
are - but they aren't the reason. It's a question of respecting
yourself, and respecting other people, and how you treat them.
I'm a nurse, and I can't tell you how many doctors and surgeons
I've seen that act like they're Doctor So-and-so, M.D., and
G.O.D. Maybe you're 'just' a cab driver, but you're more of a
gentleman than most of the other men that I know are. And maybe
you wear slacks and a sports shirt instead of an Armani suit, but
you've got more class than they do, too. You don't have an
over-inflated opinion of yourself - but don't sell yourself
short, either. By everything I hear from Edith, you've got a
legitimate job, and you invariably do it well and honestly.
That's a lot more than MOST people can say for themselves."

Having said her piece, she turned her head back and just let me
hold her as the two of us sat there in silence until Edith got
back.

She came in carrying a tray that looked to have enough food and
drinks on it to last the three of us well into the next day; when
she saw how Denise and I were positioned, she just smiled that
she was glad to see us that way before setting the tray on the
night table. Denise and I started to move, and Edith just told us
"Oh, go on and stay there. Both of you look like you're about as
contented as you could be. I can hand you anything you need or
want."

I expressed my thanks just ahead of Denise; Edith just made a
gesture of dismissal and handed each of us a bottle of club soda,
then a small sandwich. Unsurprisingly, Denise's bottle was empty
first (I did mention she gets real wet when she's excited, didn't
I?), and it was quickly replaced with another. As we refreshed
ourselves, Edith told me what she did at her job. One of the
first few times I'd had her as a fare, she'd told me that she was
a market analyst for some financial outfit that I saw on TV, but
I really didn't have much of an idea of what that was. I knew it
was pretty complicated, even though she explained it to me in a
way that I could understand. I figured she earned every penny of
the money they paid her, and then some.

Then it was my turn - after both of them expressed an interest -
to tell them what it was like driving a cab. And they weren't
content with the "pick them up here and drop them off there"
explanation, either. I had to tell them what it was like when I
first started, and how I'd come to lease my own hack. It turned
out that Denise had been an Emergency Room nurse at the hospital
where I took a pimp that had been knifed multiple times when I
was still a rookie; she had been impressed that whoever had
driven him to the hospital had known enough first aid to manage
to slow the bleeding enough to give him the chance he needed to
survive, and told me that he'd made it through surgery and had
lived. I didn't tell her that I knew he was in still in prison
for killing the guy that had knifed him, though.

When we were all finished with our drinks, and Denise had gone
through a couple of sandwiches, the three of us just sat there
for a little bit, chatting about stuff until I see that Edith is
starting to get this look in her eyes.

Denise sees it, too, and laughs before she says "Watch it, Jim. I
think she's recovered, now - I can see she's starting to feel
frisky, again!"

Edith says to her "You don't mind?" and Denise answers "Go ahead.
I think I need to rest a little more. If he did anything like
last time, you'd probably have to call a Code Blue on me!",
teasing me.

Denise eases herself out of my arms and tells us "You two go
ahead. I like watching, too, and if I feel like it, I'll join in"
before she gives me a kiss to let me know she doesn't mind
sitting on the sidelines for a bit.

The look in Edith's eyes lets me know that I'm in for a real
interesting time with her - and she proves it by moving in to
give me a kiss that would have had my socks rolling up and down,
if I'd had any on. Even so, I make a point of not just reaching
for her tits or ass right off; I put my hands on her waist and
caress her sides for a little bit before bringing my hands around
to her boobs. By the time our kiss ends, her nipples are standing
out and both of us are panting softly as we look into each
other's eyes. A few moments later, she turns a little bit so that
she can lower her head and take my cock into her mouth - the
whole thing, I mean: she's got her nose buried in my pubic hair
as she starts using her lips to kind of massage me while her
tongue is doing all kinds of interesting things. She may like
girls more than guys, but she damn sure knows how to get me
going.

As I get harder and longer, she lets more and more of my dick out
of her mouth, and starts softly sucking on me while her tongue
starts rubbing the head.

I'm not just sitting there enjoying the hell out of it, either.
I've got my hands on whatever parts of her I can reach - which
isn't as much as I'd like. It's a little frustrating, so when I
start to smell her again, I know JUST what I want to do. I manage
to get turned a little so I can lie down, which makes her happy;
then I reach over and start nudging her leg. She knows what I
want, and scoots over so she's straddling my head, which makes ME
happy. While she starts bobbing her head up and down on my pole,
I take a little time to try and memorize the view I have of her.
The area between her legs is as beautiful as the rest of her is.
The pubic hair I already told you about: short, thick, and soft.
But with her pussy right there in front of me, I can see that her
vaginal lips are dark with her desire. They're as small and thin
as they felt, and I don't have any trouble seeing between them
well enough to tell that her small opening is all but drooling
her juices. Up at the top of her cleft, I can see that her clit
is starting to appear out from under the hood that covers it; it
looks to be about average in size, but from the way she froze
when I just barely touched it, I'm figuring it's pretty
sensitive.

She seems to know what I'm doing, and doesn't say or do anything
- until I lift my head and run the tip of my tongue along her
cleft, and getting a good taste of her oils. When I do that, she
moans around my cock - which feels REAL good! - and kind of
lowers herself for me to do it again. I'm glad to: she's
delicious. Her juices are fresh, light, and musky/sweet at the
same time. Remembering what she did to Denise, I put my mouth
over her opening, and start trying to suck all of her oils out
while I see how much of my tongue I can fit in her. She moans
around my dick again, and presses herself down onto my face,
letting me know she likes what I'm doing. That's good, because I
like what I'm doing, too, so I do it some more. And get pretty
much the same results.

When I can't get any more of her juices out of her, I shift over
to trying to get her more worked up: using my lips to kind of
nibble at her lips, licking them and her opening like "pussy" was
a Baskin-Robbins flavor, and trying different things with her
clit - which is easily as sensitive as I thought it was.

She isn't trying to get me off, so I don't have anything
distracting me from having a great time eating her. As she gets
more and more excited about what I'm doing, her woman's oil
refinery finally kicks into full production; every few seconds,
enough of her oils have leaked out of her that I don't have ANY
trouble licking up enough of them to keep my taste buds happy.

So I'm kind of disappointed when she pulls her mouth off my cock
and swings her leg back over my head; but my disappointment
disappears when she tells me "You do that real good - but I want
you IN me now!"

She turns herself around and gets one leg on the other side of me
before she lowers her head for a kiss. I know she has to be able
to taste herself when we do, but that just seems to turn her on
even more. I put my hands on her sides, and start caressing them;
then a bit later, reach a little farther so I can include her
incredible ass, too. I can feel her tits kind of pillowed out
against my chest, and it feels like her nipples are trying to
bore holes through my skin. When the kiss ends, she scoots back a
little and reaches between us to take my cock in her hand. It's
still got a coating of her saliva on it, but she runs the head of
it along her slit a couple of times to wet it, anyway, before she
gets me positioned against her opening.

I can feel how hot and wet she is before she starts this kind of
slow-motion rocking that has her pressing herself back against my
cock. Her opening feels pretty small, and it take a minute before
I feel myself pop through - and I find out that she's damn near
as tight inside as Denise. She keeps up with the rocking
movement, and starts sliding farther and farther onto me. Once
she's got a couple inches of me inside, she turns loose of my
dick so she can raise her body up a little. That gets her tits
off my chest and up to where I can get my hands on them - which I
do, of course, by sliding them from her ass and up her back.

A couple of minutes later, and I feel the end of my cock touching
the end of her vagina as the tight ring of her entrance reaches
the base of my manhood.

With me all the way inside her, she gets this look on her face;
it's like she just found out she could lose weight by eating
chocolate. She sat up - making it easier for me to get to those
beautiful tits of hers - and puts her hands on my chest. She held
herself still for a little bit, like she was getting used to
having a hard cock in her again - which, I suppose, she was.

After a few seconds, she starts rocking her hips again - only
she's not moving far, or fast. But as time goes on, she gets a
little more enthusiastic: she's moving farther and faster as she
slides my erection in and out of her tight sheath.

It isn't all that long before she's really moving on me; not just
rocking her hips, but starting to bounce herself up and down on
me, letting nearly half my dick slip out before she settles back
down. She's really hot inside, and getting wetter and wetter. As
tight as she is, it isn't long before every time she drops onto
me again, I can feel a little trickle of her oils being pushed
out of her to soak my pubic hair, and then hers.

I know she's in good shape, but she surprises me by sliding
herself off and on my dick longer than I thought she could.
Still, I can tell she's starting to get tired when she suddenly
slams herself down on me and begins to have an orgasm. Her pussy
starts this kind of milking action that runs from the base of my
cock to the head; it feels damn good, and if I hadn't already cum
earlier, it would have had me emptying my balls in her. While
she's gasping and moaning on top of me, I've got my hands full of
her tits, so I start pulling on her nipples and gently pinching
them, which seems to make her climax even more intense.

Her orgasm gradually fades out, and it's pretty obvious to me
that she's a little worn out. I put my hands on her hips and
apply a little pressure for her to get off of me. She looks down
at me in surprise, and I just say "You look kind of ragged out;
how about letting me take care of it, now?"

She nods her head, and I help her lift up until my cock slips out
of her with a soft noise - which doesn't seem to embarrass her
like it has other women I've known. She gets herself off to the
side of me, and I get up to my knees to see how she wants us to
keep going. She gives me this smokey look and turns a little bit
before dropping to her hands and knees. I move behind her and she
reaches back between her legs to guide the head of my dick to her
opening again. I push my hips forward, and slip right into her.
She lets go of me to put her hand on the bed, and I hold her by
the waist as I push myself the rest of the way into her in a
single motion.

It doesn't take me long to get into the same rhythm she was using
to bounce herself on me before she climaxed, and that seems to
work for her: it's only a couple of minutes before she's moaning
and groaning, and I can see that she's got a death-grip on the
bed covers. After a few minutes, I need to take a little bit of a
breather, so I slow down and lean forward so I can reach around
her and get my hands on her tits again. I lift them up a little,
enjoying how full and heavy they are in my hands before I start
squeezing them gently and softly pulling on her nipples as I
continue to pump into her in long, slow movements. As I'm doing
that, I can feel her juices continuing to trickle out of her to
soak my balls - and unless I'm mistaken, they're getting spread
around where our bodies touch every time I fill her hot pussy
with my cock.

Edith isn't as tight as Denise was, but she's certainly tight
enough; and I can only keep my hands on her tits for so long
before I really need to start moving in her again. Still, before
I do, I put my hands on the bed to support myself as I lean
forward and kiss the back of her neck - which causes her vagina
to tighten around me briefly as she groans her pleasure. That
kind of inspires me, and I spend a minute or so softly biting her
shoulders, and nibbling on her earlobes. That gets her really
worked up, and I know that if I can find out how she wants me to
fuck her, I can make her cum like gangbusters.

I give her neck another kiss and straighten up so I can get my
hands on her hips again. By this time, the way I feel, I figure
I'm going to cum the next time she does, and I want it to be good
for both of us. I start experimenting a little, trying to find
out just how fast and hard I need to pump into her to really get
her going.

I'm not moving all that fast, but I'm humping into her pretty
solid when I feel her starting to push herself back at me as she
starts making these little noises every time I thrust into her. I
figure that's what she likes, and I keep at it. It isn't but a
couple more minutes before I can tell she's getting close again.

Another minute or two, and I feel her pussy start these little
spasms that make her briefly tighten around me. It feels good
enough that I feel myself getting closer and closer. I finally
can't stand it any more, and almost pound myself into her a
couple of times before I push myself into her as far as I can.
Those couple of hard shots I gave her must have been all she
needed, because even as I feel my balls pull up, she cries out
and clamps down around me even as the first wad of my cum rockets
out the end of my dick.

I guess she can feel me emptying my balls in her, because every
time I dump another load of cum in her, her vagina goes through
that kind of milking thing that she did before - which only makes
MY climax that much better by making me cum even harder. We keep
going back and forth like that for I don't know how long - but it
was both too long, and not long enough. It was too long because I
was starting to wonder if my balls were going to end up in her
before it was over, and it wasn't long enough because it just
felt so damn GOOD.

When it was over, she started to kind of collapse onto the bed; I
managed to keep her from just falling, and was surprised when
Denise suddenly showed up to help - I'd completely forgotten that
she was there. Between the two of us, we managed to get Edith
lying down on the bed without either her or me (I was still
almost completely hard inside her) getting hurt. I held myself
over her, resting on my elbows and my legs kind of tucked under
me while I kept my dick as far inside her as I could. Both of us
were panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and every so
often she'd give a little shudder under me.

Next to us, I heard Denise tell me "If you can make HER feel like
that, I can't wait to see what you can do for me. She almost
never cums that hard from having a guy inside her!"

I can feel my cock starting to shrink, and I tell Denise "I came
pretty hard, too - and I don't think it's going to be long before
I slip out of her."

Denise gives me this grin and says "Don't worry about it. I'll
clean her up the same way she did me - just a little sooner, is
all."

I can't help but grin back before I say "If you don't mind my
asking..."

"How did I keep your cum from running out?" she finishes for me,
smiling.

"Well, yeah."

"Honestly, I don't know HOW or WHY; it just happens whenever I
have sex with a guy. It's like when he's pulling out of me
afterwards, something makes my opening just get extra small and
tight. It isn't uncomfortable or painful for me, but it isn't
anything I've ever been able to control, either. If Edith - and
you! - hadn't made me orgasm, it would have been an hour before I
could even think about having you fuck me again. Now I can not
only think about it, but look forward to it!" she told me,
smiling.

Beneath me, we heard Edith say "And you've got every reason in
the world to. I haven't climaxed that hard from a guy in a long
time."

I kissed Edith's shoulder and told her "I'm glad I was able to
make it good for you."

She turned her head a little more to look back at me and said
"You didn't make it good, you made it great. I could feel how
hard you were squirting in me, so I know YOU liked it, too."

I kissed her cheek and answered "Oh, yeah, I liked it just fine."
making her laugh a little before she said "I can feel you still
in me, but I think you're getting close to pulling loose. If you
can stay in me, I'd like to lay on my side. It feels nice having
you over me like this, but now I'm starting to feel kind of warm;
but I want to feel you in me as long as I can, too."

Rather than answer, I just started trying to see if there wasn't
some way of getting us rolled over like she wanted. It took a
couple of tries to figure something out, but we finally managed
it. The change also gave me a chance to put my arms around Edith
and hold her; it was her idea to move my hands to her tits so I
could hold them. When Denise saw how much of the area between
Edith's legs was still shining from her juices, her eyes got wide
and she said "Damn, woman! I thought I was the one that turned
got so juicy when I get turned on!", teasing her friend.

I was slowly and softly caressing Edith's breasts when she
answered "And I'll be you get even wetter than usual, too, when
he does you. He's almost as good as another woman at eating
pussy, and he's a damn sight better than most men about paying
attention to what a woman wants when he's fucking her."

Denise said "I could tell that he was changing around a lot when
he was behind you, but I wasn't sure why."

Edith raised one of my hands to her mouth and kissed the palm
before putting it back on her breast, then replied "He was trying
to find out what I wanted him to do - and he did. Boy, did he
find out!", the last few words emphasized by a shiver of
pleasure.

Before anything else could be said, I felt myself finally slip
out of Edith's pussy - and Denise didn't say a thing before she
quickly moved to position herself to deal with her self-assigned
task of emptying Edith's vagina of my cum. Edith raised one leg
and draped it over mine to give her friend easier access. Denise
wasn't too fussy about just taking care of Edith; several times,
she detoured to include my cock, licking it clean of the
combination of my and Edith's juices.

When she was satisfied with her handiwork, Denise moved up to
kiss Edith - and when I indicated that I was willing, me, too.

There were a couple bottles of club soda that we hadn't consumed,
and Denise opened them and handed them over before telling us
"They aren't cold, but they're wet; I'll go get some more" then
to Edith "You let him hold me, so you just stay there and I'll
take care of things this time, okay?"

Edith nodded, and Denise moved to get out of bed and take the
tray into the kitchen. I turned loose of Edith long enough for us
to get better positioned for drinking - and probably something to
eat - before I put my arms around her again. Each of us was
holding our bottle, but I had one arm across her stomach as she
leaned back against my chest, and she had her arm resting on mine
when she told me "I always like the snuggling and holding
afterwards when I'm with her or another woman; but it feels
really nice, sometimes, to be held by a guy, too. You're bigger
and stronger, and when you're holding me like this, I feel safe
and protected and appreciated in a way that another woman just
can't make me feel. I think you're a very special man, Jim.
You're patient and gentle and considerate with us, but you do it
without being wimpy - you're still MALE, strong and masculine.
How can you be like that, when so many other men can't or won't?"

I thought about it for a moment and told her "I told you that I
dropped out of college to start driving cabs. What I didn't say
was that I was in my Junior year, and majoring in Philosophy. By
the time I got to the point of dropping out, I'd already learned
to use philosophy for what I figured it was meant to do: help
answer questions that people have in the real world. Maybe it
sounds kind of silly, but I spent some of my free time doing
philosopher shit: thinking about things - what was good and bad
about them, trying to see things from someone else's perspective,
that kind of thing. One of the things that influenced me was some
of the other classes I took: sociology and psychology more than
anything else. I realized that those two and philosophy were tied
together in a way that most people didn't see."

She turned her head to look at me strangely, and asked "How so?"

"Sociology is basically the study of societies of people, and an
attempt to explain why they do the things they do. Except that
sociology hasn't gotten to the point where it can explain things
about the whole of human society - that is, the whole PLANET of
people. Why? Because the human race is still pretty fragmented -
and each of those fragments is it's own unique sub-society. Sure
there a lot of things in common between different societies, but
there isn't ONE set of rules that applies equally to ALL of them
- at least not in any meaningful or scientific way. I mean, you
can't develop an explanation for how things work in, say, China,
and have it apply in Egypt or France. And it's already known that
different cultures have what amounts to different psychologies.
There are primitive tribes that don't have the words for 'me' or
'mine' in them; they literally don't have the concept of self or
private property. It seems pretty obvious to me that what they
consider a perfectly normal person, psychologically, is going to
be different than what someone from an industrialized society
does. What would they think if one of their tribe members
suddenly wouldn't share with the rest because he or she got the
idea that they could OWN something and not have to let anyone
else use it? It's a perfectly reasonable idea to us, but the
people of THAT culture would think the individual was 'crazy'.
Maybe they'd call it 'invaded by spirits' or 'living a different
life' or something else - but the basic idea of 'not right in the
head' is still there; which falls into the area of psychology, or
the study of the human mind."

"Except that psychology has a lot of the same problems as
sociology: there still aren't a set of rules and standards that
apply across all cultures. A Western psychologist would likely
think someone wanting to commit suicide was exhibiting symptoms
of mental illness; but a Japanese psychologist might see it as a
reasonable response in the context of that culture or society to
some other event. And together, the social and psychological
aspects of a society define its underlying philosophy. The
philosophy of Bushido was developed in Japan several hundred
years ago - but its still such an integral, underlying part of
Japanese society that most Japanese don't even recognize it as
such any more. And in turn, that philosophy affects their
culture, which affects their psychology, which affects their
philosophy. It's the same way for every other culture and ethnic
group and race on the planet, too."

"The difference is that philosophy is more 'generic' than
psychology or sociology - philosophy tries to find answers to
questions, rather than explanations for events or situations the
way the others do. That's philosophy's greatest strength and
weakness at the same time: it's far too easy to find a generic
answer without considering how to USE that answer in a meaningful
way. Without the context provided by sociology and psychology,
the answers you find with philosophy can't easily be used to
solve actual real-world problems."

"ANYWAY" I went on, "while I was doing my philosopher schtick, I
did a fair amount of thinking about people, too - how we treat
each other, and why. I decided that women are people, too" -
"Thank you" Edith says, wryly - "and that I shouldn't treat you
any differently than I would anyone else. I try to treat women -
as individuals - the way they show me they want to be treated.
You and Denise, you show me that you want to be treated gently
and courteously; and you told me you like for a guy to be
considerate - so that's what I try to do. If you'd acted
differently, I'd have treated you differently; and if you'd
treated me differently, I'd have acted accordingly. I guess the
difference between me and most guys is that I'm behaving the way
I've already chosen to, and know WHY."

Denise comes in with the tray just as Edith asks "You were
majoring in Philosophy, and dropped out in your Junior year.
Why?"

"Because what they were teaching us was crap. I was reading a
book by this guy that everybody else says is the 'father of
modern philosophy', like he's the 20th Century Plato or
something. Except the book I'm reading, he's going on about how
because the word 'water' is an English word, and that the word
for water is different in other languages, it doesn't have any
meaning - that it's an arbitrary construct that has no value.
Except that I knew it DID have meaning. The word 'water' is the
English symbol for the concept of water - and that even though
other languages have different symbols, the concept was still
valid. Water is water, whether you call it aqua or l'eau or
wasser or anything else. I realized then that if somebody making
that kind of silly-ass argument could get the kind of attention
and respect he does, then whatever else they were trying to teach
me, it wasn't Philosophy. That's when I chucked all the books and
other bullshit, and left. I'm still a philosopher, but I'm
practicing what I call applied philosophy."

Denise hands each of us a cold bottle and half a sandwich before
she asks "Why do you call it 'applied' philosophy?"

"Because I'm applying the lessons I've learned, and my
philosophical principles, to my real life."

"How does that work?" she asks.

I tell her "One of my principles is that it's wrong for one
person to force another person to do something they don't want to
do, or wouldn't do otherwise. With that settled in my mind, it
wasn't much more for me to decide that if I saw something like
that happening and had what I considered to be a reasonable
chance of stopping it, then it was my duty - imposed on me BY me
- to put a stop to it if I could. When I was first starting out,
there were situations where a pimp was forcing one of his girls
to do something; but he was either armed, or enough bigger or
meaner than me that for me to try and stop him would have been
counterproductive. Tonight, with Edith and that... character, I
was able to do something. I did it not because of any hope or
expectation of any kind of reward, but because if I was in a
similar situation, I'd want someone to do something to help ME.
Someone that fusses about how much crime there is, but isn't
willing to say or do anything to minimize it, is ethically and
morally bankrupt on the subject - they HAVE no morals or ethics
regarding crime, and all their talk counts for nothing without
action to back it up. Similarly, my philosophical outlook on my
job is that I owe anybody that gets in my cab my best effort,
honestly rendered, and performed in a pleasant manner - simply
because they are willingly providing me with the opportunity to
earn my livelihood. Sure, sometimes I get someone that has an
attitude for one reason or another - when it happens, I try to
find out why and see if I can't help them find a way of changing
that attitude. Some don't have any interest in changing, and
that's up to them - it's their life. Others want to change, but
don't know how; they're the ones I can help the most. The rest
are just having some temporary 'issues' and will find their own
end when it's right for them; all I can do for them is maybe say
something to them that'll help it happen sooner. Sometimes it
works, sometimes it doesn't; but if I want the world to be a
better place, it's up to me to at least TRY to make it that way."

At that point, Edith spoke up, saying "It works, Jim. I think it
was about the third or fourth time I was riding home with you,
and I was telling you about one of the other people in our office
that's always bitching and moaning about things. You looked at me
with the mirror and said 'sometimes, you run into somebody that
just isn't happy unless they have something to fuss about, no
matter how small it is'. At first, I thought it sounded pretty
flip, and that you were just being a smart-ass. But you'd never
said anything like that to me before, either - so I took a second
to really think about it. And I realized that that pretty much
described the person I'd been telling you about; I wasn't going
to change them, and they didn't seem to have any interest in
changing themselves, so there wasn't any point to letting it
bother me: IF they were really a problem, I knew how to deal with
it. Instead of being upset and distracted by it all night like
I'd thought I would, what you said gave me a way to set it aside.
By the time I got up here, it was completely out of my mind, and
I had a very pleasant evening after all, thanks to you. The next
day, I sat down with them and explained how their actions were
affecting the rest of us, and gave them the chance to change
their ways. They didn't, and I eventually had to transfer them
out of my area; but I never brought it home with me again."

I couldn't resist giving her a hug and saying "Thank you. It's
nice to know that it works, sometimes."

Denise looks at me speculatively and says "I think you probably
have more of an effect on people than you know. Even before you
told us you dropped out of college, I figured you were quite a
bit smarter than most people. The way you talk - your words, your
voice, even your attitude - it makes people listen to what you
say. Maybe you don't get the chance to see the results as much as
you'd like, but I'd be willing to bet that the things you tell
them make a lot of folks start thinking differently about
whatever is bothering them, just like it did for her."

Edith tells me "I was real surprised when you said that about
sociology and psychology being tied together more than most
people realize. After I'd been working in market analysis for a
few years, I started wondering why the different segments of the
market reacted so differently from each other, but more-or-less
consistent individually, so I went back and re-read my Sociology
textbook from college. It explained a lot, but not everything; it
wasn't until I was watching some Public Broadcasting Station
program about how psychology is practiced differently in
different countries that I began to understand why I could count
on different segments to react in certain ways, within limits.
But it took me almost ten years to get that straight in my head,
and you figured it out before you got out of college."

"I didn't get the whole thing figured out all the way that fast;
but I knew that those were areas of human study that related to
each other, even if the professors didn't admit it much. And even
if the professors call them sciences, they aren't, really - at
least, not yet, and not in the way most people think of
'science'." I told her.

Denise asked me "What do you mean, they aren't sciences?"

"I said they aren't sciences in the way most people think of
science; and they're not. Physics, chemistry, biology... subjects
like that are sciences: you mix sodium and chlorine together, and
you get table salt, whether you do it in China or Chernobyl. If
you know the mass and speed, you can use the science of physics
to predict where something is going to go. If you start breeding
white cats with black cats, you're going to have a pretty good
idea of how many of what colors you're going to end up with using
the SCIENCE of biology. Sociology and psychology haven't
progressed to that point yet. If you work out the reactions
people have to overcrowding - or even what they consider
overcrowding to be - it matters whether you do your work in
Bombay or Boston. You can't use sociology or psychology to make
any kind of detailed predictions about people and how they'll
respond to something. If little green men turned up in their
flying saucer, neither one of those subjects could tell you what
percentage of the population would go stark, raving bugshit, what
percentage would see it as a good thing for the human race, how
many would want to wait and see, and what percentages would see
it as a hoax or threat. They can work it out after the fact, and
maybe even give you some ROUGH percentages beforehand, but not
with anything even close to the accuracy you can get from the
'hard' sciences. I'm not saying they're bad, or no good; the
reason they can't do anything like that is simply because the
human race hasn't YET become a single culture or society - those
two fields are still in their relative infancy, and they don't
have the luxury of dealing with people as an integrated whole,
the way biology and chemistry do. I mean, ATP in a Chinese is the
same as ATP in a Welshman as in a Nigerian. Sulfur is sulfur,
whether it's in Cape Town or Chicago. But the things that
motivate somebody in Morocco aren't necessarily going to motivate
someone in Madrid or Moscow - at least not in the DETAILS.
Sociology and psychology won't be real sciences until they're
capable of making fairly accurate predictions of human responses
and actions - and they won't be able to do that until the human
race itself is a lot more uniform and predictable. Edith, you
have a job precisely BECAUSE sociology and psychology can't make
those kinds of predictions. You told me yourself that a lot of
what you do is having a 'feeling' about how different people and
market segments are going to react to something; if sociology and
psychology were sciences, you would have a formula of some kind -
you could describe it with numbers, instead of words."

Both of them were nodding their heads in understanding by the
time I finished; but it was Denise that took the empty bottles
from Edith and me before saying "That's all interesting as hell,
but you aren't laying naked in bed with us to be giving us
philosophy lectures. I want to fuck!" - making me and Edith both
laugh.

"Okay, class dismissed, then. But it doesn't look like I'm in any
kind of shape to help tend to your wants, Denise."

Edith eased herself out of my arms to say "I volunteer to correct
that problem. Jim, why don't you get her warmed up while I'm
getting you ready?", with a mischievous smile.

Pretending a reluctance I really didn't feel, I said "Well, I
suppose I could do that...", surprising Denise - until she
realized I was teasing her, and gave me a play-dirty look.

I was grinning when I asked her "And what would you like me to do
to help get you 'warmed up'?"

I could see the anticipation in her eyes when she answered "She
said you're almost as good as a woman at eating pussy - I think
I'd like to find out for myself."

I couldn't help smiling when I told her "I can do that!"

With the 'who' and 'what' settled, it was only a few seconds for
us to work out the 'how': I stretched out on my back and Edith
got herself situated so she could be comfortable while she used
her hand and mouth on me. Denise moved to straddle my head,
facing away from her friend - "So you can reach my boobs, too",
she explained.

It hadn't been all that long since I'd emptied myself into Edith,
so I knew that I had some time before I'd be able to respond to
Denise's desires in the way she wanted. Until then, I was
determined to see just how far past 'warmed up' I could get her.

Since Denise had made a point of telling me that she was faced
the way she was so that I could reach her breasts, the first
thing I did was reach up and put my hands on them. As I started
gently squeezing them, and running my thumbs across her nipples,
I was taking the opportunity to have my first clear look at the
area between her thighs. She looks pretty much the same as she
did when Edith was eating her - but now I can see that her labia
are a little longer and thicker than they were before, and that
she's visibly wetter than I thought a woman could get.

I lift my head up, and stick my tongue out to run it along her
slit, from bottom to top; the taste of her is kind of sweet and
sour at the same time - but not in any kind of unpleasant way at
all. There's plenty of her juices for me to sample, too: they're
about the consistency of a real light cooking oil. It takes me
maybe a zillionth of a second to decide that I like it, and I
start doing it some more. When I do, I feel Edith take my whole
cock in her mouth and start doing some REALLY nice things to it
with her lips and tongue.

So there I am, my hands full of a pair of really nice tits, a
warm mouth wrapped around my cock, and a mouthful of delicious
pussy. I'm thinking that if I've gotta die some day, that's the
time and place to do it, so I go out happy.

That doesn't happen, so I get to spend the next little while
enjoying the hell out of life: Denise has her hands on mine,
guiding them around to make sure I don't miss out on anything.
Edith is slowly getting me hard again - and apparently having fun
doing so. Above me, Denise is producing her juices almost as fast
as I can lick them up. That leaves me time to branch out and do a
few other things, like kind of 'chew' on her labia with my lips,
and see what kind of stuff I can do to and with her clit that she
likes; as it turns out, she likes pretty much everything. I even
try to see if I can get my tongue inside her, but that just isn't
happening; I'd have more luck trying to push a watermelon through
a keyhole. She does seem to appreciate the attempt, though - by
the time I give up, she's leaking pussy juice like a water faucet
that didn't get closed all the way.

By that point, I'm mostly hard again, and I figure it's time to
make a serious attempt to get Denise off.

So between periods of sucking up her oils so I don't drown, I go
to work on her clit: circling it with my tongue, fluttering my
tongue across it, putting my mouth over it and sucking on it
gently, and anything else I can think of. Having to sidetrack so
often to deal with how wet she is kind of slows things down, but
it has it's own benefits, so I'm not going to complain. Finally,
I get her to the point where I can tel she's just short of
slipping over into an orgasm. I break off from milking her clit
with my lips to quickly lap up the oils that she's produced since
last time; then it's back to finish her off. It doesn't take me
another thirty seconds before her legs try to snap together and
she pushes herself down onto my face as she almost screams with
the start of her climax.

It's a good thing that I licked up her oils before; with each
spasm I feel passing through her body, her pussy is pushing out a
little wave of her juices, and I'm having a great time licking
them up: each one is maybe a teaspoon of her oils - enough that I
can actually kind of roll them around in my mouth, which makes my
taste buds real happy.

Eventually, the spasms going through her body begin to fade out
even though I'm still licking away at her opening and across her
clit. She finally turns loose of my hands where they're on her
tits and leans forward to put them on the bed so she can hold
herself up. I don't know if Edith can hear it when Denise says
"That was fucking marvelous!"

After a bit, she looks down to where my nose is still buried in
her bush and tells me "If you ever decide to go into eating pussy
as a profession, you are going to make a FORTUNE", with a smile
on her face.

Edith pulls her mouth off my mostly-hard dick just long enough to
tell her "I told you he was good!"

I ease my hands off her tits so I can start caressing her sides
and ass, and she lifts up and moves her hips back a little bit to
make it easier for me. A couple of minutes later, when she's
caught her breath again, she tells me "I'd let you keep going,
but the next time I cum that hard, I want it to be because your
dick is in me."

Edith must have heard her, because she pulls her mouth off my
cock again and says "Then why don't you come down here and help
out, then?"

Denise gives me a smile, and gets up and turns around, apparently
to do just that. A couple seconds later, and both of them are
working on finishing up what Edith started. The position they're
in, and with Denise not blocking the way, I've got easy access to
both of their asses - so I reach out and get a hand on one cheek
each of two very different, but very nice, butts.

I'm almost completely hard when I realize that as small and tight
as Denise's opening was, it would probably help if I tried to
open her up a little bit before we get started. I move my hand
down a little bit, and make sure I get a finger nice and slick
with her juice before I start trying to ease it into her. I
expect she knew what I was doing, and why, because she leaned
forward and spread her legs a little more so I could reach her
easier.

It takes a little time because I'm going slow and being real
gentle with her, but I finally get her opened up enough that I
can slide a couple of fingers in and out of her. I'm completely
hard by that time, and Denise stops licking my balls to say "He's
ready, and so am I!"

When Edith sits up, she sees where my fingers are, and reaches
over to take hold of my wrist. She gently pulls my hand back to
get my fingers out of Denise, then leans over a bit before
guiding them to her mouth. With a mischievous look in her eyes,
she watches me as she licks and sucks Denise's juices off of them
before letting go of my wrist.

By that time, Denise has gotten up and turned herself around so
she's lying on her back next to me. She gives my ear a little
bite and says "I'm ready whenever you are, stud!"

I sit up, and that gives Denise some room to spread her legs to
make room for me between them; I move to get myself positioned
over her, and she reaches out to grab a couple of pillows. One
goes behind her head and the other under her ass before she tells
me "I want to watch you, this time."

I reach down and grab my cock and run the head of it up and down
between her lips to wet it some more, even though it still has a
coating of Edith's saliva on it. I get myself positioned against
her opening, and she lifts her head so she can look down between
us. I start pressing myself into her, and damned if her opening
hasn't gotten a little smaller already. I take it kind of easy
trying to push my way into her - I go nice and slow so she can
let me know if she's having any problems. She doesn't say
anything, and I'm starting to wonder if I'm going to be able to
get into her again when the head of my cock suddenly just pops
through.

I hold still for a couple of seconds, and then I start easing
myself the rest of the way into her. After I get about a quarter
of the way inside her, the entrance to her vagina has relaxed
some more again, and I'm able to go a little faster. While I'm
doing this, I can hear her moaning as she watches and feels my
dick slowly filling her womanhood. She's hot and amazingly tight,
but all the juices she has inside make it possible for me to bury
myself in her with just a few pushes; I don't have to back up any
to make sure I stay lubricated, that's for damn sure!

When my pubic hair is finally merged with hers, she let her head
fall back onto the pillow to look up at me and say "That was
incredible - watching it and feeling it at the same time. And you
were such a dear to take your time and make it last for me!"

I just smile at her before lowering my head and taking the peaks
of each of her breasts into my mouth and sucking on them. When
I've brought both to shiny erectness, I kiss her, and then start
doing what she'd said she wanted me to: fucking her.

It takes me only a few minutes to find a nice motion of moving my
hardness in and out of the hot, tight sheath of her womanhood
that pleases her, and starts increasing her arousal.

Not much more time passes before I figure out that it isn't how
fast or hard that I pump into her that she enjoys; it's the
actual sensation of my penis moving in her that excites her. So I
make my strokes in and out of her long and slow to please and
(sort-of) tease her. And while I'm at it, I continue to lower my
head or body so that the two of us can kiss, or so that I can
kiss or softly bite her shoulders and neck, or even her erect
nipples.

As I keep pistoning in and out of Denise's pussy, she lets me
know that she's getting closer and closer to having an orgasm:
she's arching her hips up each time I thrust into her, and she's
spread her thighs as far apart as I think she can to open herself
up to me. She even locks her ankles behind me, and I can feel her
fingernails digging into my back a little bit. She's tossing her
head back and forth, and I can hear all kinds of pleased/excited
noises coming from her. The scent of her is almost like a fog in
the air, and even though I'm not fucking her all that fast or
hard, I can still hear the liquid sounds of my dick sliding in
and out of her, and the wet noise it makes when my balls softly
slap against her ass.

When I start feeling little twinges in her vagina, I know that
she's almost there. I slow down a little bit and make my strokes
into her as long as I possibly can. She makes this little noise
of frustration at first, but that's all; I can tell that what I'm
doing is building up the tension in her even more, and she likes
it.

A couple more minutes is all it takes. I'm filling her up again
when she suddenly freezes under me as her pussy clamps down on me
- hard. The ring of her opening around the base of my cock feels
like it's trying to pinch my cock off; it's almost painful, it's
so tight. I can hear this whining noise coming from her when I
start feeling this kind of fluttering sensation in her vagina.
It's pretty obvious she's having a pretty powerful orgasm, and I
want to make it even better for her. I can't really move much
because of the way she's holding me inside, but I figure I've got
enough 'slack' and I start bumping my pelvis against hers -
trying to apply a little extra pressure against her clit. It
seems to work, because her eyes fly open and she gets even
tighter as the tremors in her pussy get even stronger around me.
If I hadn't already cum twice, it would have been enough to have
me blowing my load in her.

She suddenly relaxes and draws in this deep, gasping breath
before freezing up again. She isn't very loud or noisy; but
there's no doubt when she's having an orgasm, that's for sure.

We go through that cycle a few more times, each one a little
milder (and less painful for me, where her opening is clenching
around my cock), until she's just lying there gasping for breath.
I lower my body to rest on my elbows and start kissing her face
and shoulders as she shudders ever so often. She finally gets
enough of her breath back to softly say "Holy Christ, that was
good!" before wrapping her arms around my body and hugging me
fiercely.

I give her a kiss and look into her eyes to ask "You ready to go
on, now?"

Her eyes get big when she realizes that I'm still hard in her,
and she asks "You didn't cum?"

I grin and answer "Not yet. You 'took the edge' off for me,
remember? And then there was me and Edith; so it's going to take
more than this for me to get off again - assuming you want to, of
course..."

"God, yes!" she declares, making me smile. Only then does she
seem to realize that I'm a little sweaty from my happy exercise;
she wipes my face with her hand before she says "You look like
you're getting a little tired. Why don't we change over to
something that's easier for you?"

I admit to her that I'd like that, and raise myself off of her so
I can start to ease my cock out of her. The look on her face when
I do that tells me how much she's looking forward to the two of
us fucking some more.

When I finally get myself pulled free of her intimate embrace, I
scoot back a little to see what she wants to do. She sits up and
then gets to her knees before she tells me "You go ahead an lay
down, and I'll take care of it for a while."

I do as she says, and it isn't but a few seconds before she's got
herself situated to where she's ready to lower herself onto my
dick. She gets the head against her entrance and starts letting
her weight down; there's another brief struggle between the ring
of her entrance and the end of my cock before her pussy gives in
and lets me almost pop into her again. After that, she's able to
drop herself onto me in a single smooth motion which leaves her
smooth ass cheeks resting against the tops of my thighs.

I reach up and get my hands on her breasts before she leans
forward a bit to put her hands on my chest to help steady
herself. She gets this kind of dreamy, far-away look in her eyes
when I start running my thumbs across her nipples before she
starts rocking her hips to begin moving herself on me.

Apparently, she's still pretty worked up from what we've already
done: it only takes a couple of minutes before I feel her have a
small orgasm while she's bouncing up and down on my cock. A few
more minutes, and she has another, stronger, one that leaves her
a little breathless and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration.
But she's got stamina, and manages to get herself off a third
time before she has to lean forward and rest her body on mine as
she recovers from it. I put my arms around her and hold her for a
bit before I start caressing her back and sides, which earns me a
soft noise of pleasure from her.

After a bit, I feel her start to move, like she wants to get up
and do it some more. But I know she's tired, and I hold her in my
arms for a few moments to keep her from going anyplace as I tell
her "Now you're tired, and I'm rested. That was really good for
me, and I'm ready to cum again; how about if I get behind you so
it's easier for both of us?"

She lifts her head and gives me a kiss before answering "I'd like
that." with a smile. I release my hold on her, and she raises up
to put her hands on my chest again, steadying herself as she
lifts her hips and pulls herself off my cock. With that done, she
moves off of me, and gets to her hands and knees. It takes me
only a few seconds to get myself positioned behind her - where I
take a few moments to try and memorize the view she's giving me.
I must have taken longer than she was willing to wait, because
she finally kind of wiggled her ass at me, reminding me (as if I
needed it!) why she was IN that position.

I move a little closer, and angle my dick down so that the head
slips between her pussy lips and pushes against her opening. I
start pushing forward, and there's another will-she-or-won't-she
period before I finally slip into her again.

Like before, once I'm through, getting the rest of the way into
her is relatively easy; it's only a couple of seconds before my
pubic hair is wedged between her ass cheeks. I lean forward a
little so I can reach around her and hold her breasts as I start
moving in her. I start doing the long-and-slow thing again, but
it doesn't take me long to realize that every time I get all the
way in her, she's pushing back at me. Wondering if she wants
something different, I start experimenting again, and figure out
that she wants it faster and harder this time - so that's what I
do.

I'm not slamming into her as hard as I was Edith, but my thrusts
into her are pretty solid: there's a distinct slapping sound each
time we come together. And that slapping noise has a noticeable
wetness to it, too - Denise is releasing plenty of her juices,
and they're getting spread around pretty good by what we're
doing. Even my dick moving in her is making a squishing noise
each time I fill her pussy with my cock. The sound of it is
actually starting to get me pretty excited when I happen look
over and see that Edith is leaning against the headboard and
masturbating as she watches us.

That's something else I've never seen 'live' before, either - a
woman getting herself off. So watching as she squeezes her
breasts and pinches her nipples with one hand while the other one
is rubbing her clit, and seeing that her fingers are wet when she
slides a couple of them into her pussy is getting me even MORE
aroused.

I'm pumping into Denise pretty good by that time, and I know that
she's getting close to having another orgasm. I look down to
where my cock is in her, and watch for a few seconds as her pussy
lips stretch out a little bit, like they were trying to hold me
inside her, whenever I back out of her; then they disappear when
I push back in, as if they were leading the way for my cock. When
I look at Edith again, she sees me looking at her and pulls her
fingers out of her pussy and raises them up to where she can
start licking them while she looks me in the eye with a smile on
her face.

That's all it takes for me. With a few hard thrusts into Denise,
I try to stuff my hard cock as far inside her as I can as the
first load of my jism starts to spray her insides. That seems to
be all SHE needs, and I feel her clamp down around me as she
screams her pleasure and release with the start of her climax.
Again, her pussy starts that fluttering thing around me, and this
time I'm able to appreciate it as it makes the next batch of my
cum erupt just as hard as the first did. The sensation of her
pussy as it continued doing that around me was enough to make it
one of the most intense climaxes I've ever had. Even after I've
emptied my balls in her, my dick keeps acting like it doesn't
know that there's nothing left for it to squirt into her - I'm
having some kind of 'dry' climax in her.

By the time even THAT ended for me, Denise's orgasm had tapered
off, too. I managed to guide both of us (her pussy still had a
death-grip on my erect cock) down onto the bed, and onto our
sides. That gave me the opportunity to watch as Edith slid into
her own orgasm, gasping and groaning as he body shuddered through
several waves of release. I could see that it wasn't anything as
powerful as she'd had yet, so I wasn't surprised when she was
able to recover from it relatively quickly. She looked over to
where Denise and I were laying, and saw what kind of shape WE
were in. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom,
reappearing a minute later with a small towel and an obviously
damp washcloth. First she used the washcloth to wipe Denise's
face, then mine, cleaning up the beads of sweat that both of us
had on our faces. Then she used the towel to dry the rest of us
off - at least, as much of us as she could get to. Lastly, she
used the washcloth to soak up the surplus of Denise's fluids that
had collected where we were joined, and were threatening to spill
over onto the bed.

Having my face wiped off like that had been pretty refreshing,
and I managed to tell her "Thank you."

She just smiled in reply before she got out of bed to take the
things back into the bathroom. When she was done with that, she
took the tray away - reappearing a couple minutes later with it
refilled with drinks and food. By that time, Denise was
more-or-less alert again, and didn't need much help sitting up
after I'd rescued my cock from the clutches of her pussy.

After Denise and I had gone through a bottle of club soda, she
told me "For the life of me, I can't imagine why you would have
any ex girlfriends" making Edith laugh.

I told her "It usually isn't about the sex" - "God, I hope not!"
she exclaimed - "but the rest of it. Most of the girlfriends I've
had have wanted me to get a 'better' job that paid more, even if
I was unhappy with it, and couldn't understand why I'd want to
stay in a job that pays enough to keep me comfortable and doing
something I'm happy with."

Denise looked at me like she didn't understand what I was talking
about, so I just asked her "You like being a nurse?"

She said that she did, so the next thing I said was "But I'll bet
you wouldn't give it up to take a job like Edith's, which I
expect pays more, would you?"

"Christ, no!", she exclaimed. "I'd hate it!"

I just smiled at her until she realized what she'd just said. She
gave me an understanding look, and finished her sandwich in
silence.

Edith took that opportunity to tell me "Jim, I can understand why
you'd want to stay with a job you like, but do you really make
that much money? I mean, what about your old age?"

I grinned at her and answered "It doesn't take much for me to be
comfortable at home. I don't feel any pressing need to buy the
latest and greatest stuff just because it's new, for example.
I've got a TV that's several years old, but still works
perfectly. When there's something I need or really want, I wait
until I can buy the best I can find, and then take care of it so
that it lasts me as long as possible. For instance, I've got a
coffee maker that I bought for twenty bucks - ten years ago. It
doesn't have anything fancy - no timer or anything like that; all
it does is make coffee when I turn it on. But it does it every
day, no muss and no fuss. I've got linen sheets for my bed that
cost me three times what the cheaper percale ones do - but have
lasted five times longer. My hack was bought from a company that
makes cabs, not just cars. It costs twice what a car does, but
will last ten times as long, even with the kinds of wear and tear
a cab is subject to. What I'm getting at is that I'm not penny
wise and pound foolish; I save enough that I'm able to put a fair
amount of what I earn into savings, and even the market." I
couldn't help grinning at her when I added "Some of it's even in
the company YOU work for."

She grinned back at me and said "I think that was a particularly
smart move!"

About that time, Denise yawns hard enough that her jaw creaks
before she says "I don't know about YOU two, but I'm starting to
feel kind of beat, and ready for some sleep." - and surprises me
by blushing when Edith says "Gee, I can't imagine why!"

A second later, Edith tells me "Jim, you're MORE than welcome to
stay with me tonight. After what happened, I'd like someone to
snuggle up to tonight."

Denise plaintively asks "What about me?", and Edith laughs and
says "Of COURSE you're welcome to stay, too. Aren't you always?"

So I ended up spending the night bracketed by a pair of
good-looking women.

The next morning, Denise had to go in to work, so Edith insisted
that Denise and I have another go before she had to leave. It
didn't take much convincing on Denise's part, and NONE for me.
Then, after she'd gone - she came back to give me a goodbye kiss
- Edith and I went back to bed for our own session before I had
to leave. I was already in my cab and working when I found the
envelope Denise had put in the back pocket of my pants - with a
check for as much as Edith had paid me. When I finally got to my
own bed that night, I was more than ready for some serious
sleeping.

It was maybe a week later when I got a call on the radio that
Edith wanted me at her office building.

When she got in, she gives me this big smile and says "It's good
to see you're still alive, Jim. Denise and I both slept like a
couple of rocks that night after you left."

I admitted to her that I'd been suffering a little drag-ass,
myself, and she laughed before she told me "I guess you noticed
that my company didn't have to call you about that jerk. Once
word got out that I'd filed a complaint about him, a few other
women came forward and said he'd done the same thing to them. The
company fired him, and when they went to clean out his desk, they
found the stuff he was using. They turned it over to the cops,
and now he's looking at maybe spending some time in jail or even
prison - they're liking him as a suspect for some other women
that had the same experience in some clubs he likes to go to."

I tell her I'm glad to hear that, and she tells me "Denise and I
have talked about that night, and neither one of us wants that to
be the only time we get to be with you - you're just too nice as
a human being, and a damn good lover, for that to happen. If
you're willing, we'd like to have you over again sometimes."

I look at her in the mirror and can see what she expects my
answer to be, and how pleased she is when I give it to her.

She tells me "Both of us still like girls more than most men -
but you're not most men. It isn't going to happen all the time,
but I'll bet it's frequent enough that you don't have any trouble
remembering us, either."

I'm as sincere as I can be when I tell her "Whether we spend time
together in bed, or not, I'm never going to have any problem
remembering the two prettiest, classiest ladies that I've ever
met." - and I can see her smile when I'm done.

We get to her place, and she gives me the fare, plus her usual
tip, and I thank her - and enjoy watching her move as she goes
inside, knowing what's under the nice clothes she's wearing.

After that, I continue to treat her the same as I always have -
friendly and polite, like nothing's different or changed -
whenever she's in my hack. Like I promised her and Denise, what
happened in Edith's apartment that night stays there.

But each year, around my birthday, and maybe a couple of other
times in between, Edith lets me know that I'm welcome to come up
to her place and spend the night with her and her friend; and
every time she does, I take her up on it. Not just for the sex,
which is great, but for the chance to spend a little time with a
couple of the nicest, classiest ladies I know.