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This will serve as the introduction to the novel-length tale of my sexual adventures. I won’t start at the beginning, but will take you on a rambling sortie through my life as one memory triggers another. I will tell you that I was born into a wealthy family, and from early on, learned how to use others to achieve my purposes; most of which involved one form of sexual activity or another. Happy Reading one and all.

Chapter 1

The Labor Day crowd had swelled to near capacity in the spacious Randall’s Island park grounds for the Electric Zoo Festival, and it was with some difficulty that we made our way through the locals, druggies and drunks, to some thirty feet from center stage. I could never be sure, but it seemed we were surrounded by other musicians gathered to pay homage to Triage, the rock band of the decade.

People were packed like sardines this close to the stage, and it was obvious that those around us who were not musicians themselves were groupies wanting to be near them. It was a sweltering September afternoon, and foul body odor filled the air along with the generous clouds of weed that made breathing possible without gagging. To be completely fair, the scantily clad bodies also helped provide an air of pagan lust and abandon.

We were on the lookout for a girl, or girls no one really cared about; one already stoned, or wanting to get stoned. I had found Cathy, who maintained her position by my right side at one such rock festival last year.

Now, my little Cathy wanted nothing more than to bring a ‘little sister’ home with us. I allowed Cathy to pull tricks during the week. I’d spent some time teaching her how to select the John and how to get them to pay for her services; not that I needed the money, I had more than enough for ten lifetimes. Cathy would impart her knowledge to the new girl and well, you get the idea.

“Cathy, we’re as close as we’re going to get,” I said. She nodded and peeled off her black, AD-DC T-shirt, revealing the ripe nineteen-year-old titties that had grown appreciably in the last eleven months. I confess to telling her that swallowing cum would make her tits grow. Who knew?

I’m still amazed at how large those over-ripe honey dew melons have blossomed on such a petite little chest, without even a hint of droop, so out of proportion to the rest of her young and very firm 5' 2" body. I can tell you that her breast skin is stretched so taut that it’s almost transparent with the dark blue veins spider-webbing from each huge dark areola. Cathy lifted her tits with her hands and turning first to her left and then her right, called out to those around her, “How do you like my tits?”

Murmurs of appreciation filled the air, at least as much as the band’s speakers allowed. She tried to start up a conversation with a couple teenage girls; one kissed and touched her breasts only to melt into the crowd moments later. The other girl was obviously underage and offered Cathy a drag on the joint she was waving around as if it were a baton. I might have allowed Cathy to spend some more productive time with her, but noticed an older woman who might have been her mother, protectively edging closer to us. Imagine that, a mother hen protecting her chick from a friendly hug and kiss while allowing her to smoke weed in front of her. Whatever is this world coming too?

Two collegiate types sidled up to Cathy and asked if they could sample her tits. Of course she let them.

I smiled as they took turns bestowing energetic nibbles and love-bites on Cathy’s stiff nipples, leaving large red blotches on those blimps that will probably hang around for several days. Not that I gave a shit about that. As the crowd around us realized what was happening, they gave Cathy and her ‘lovers’ their undivided attention, and ignored Triage who were playing their umpteenth best CD seller. The better built of the two guys began biting Cathy’s earlobe, wrenching a loud cry of pleasure from her throat. The skinny one was now addicted to her right nipple and did not pose a problem, at least not at the moment. I felt I needed to intervene when the one biting at her ear tried to send his hand into her shorts looking for her thick, musky goo.

Well, I knew that’s what he’d find, having sampled it dozens of times myself---and took hold of his wrist and shook my head negatively.

“Sorry man,” he said, removing the errant hand.

“You two should move on,” I said quietly.

Strangely enough, they seemed to have heard me over the amplified guitar riff that was being played by the lead guitarist, Neddy Beats; and after giving Cathy’s melons a last squeeze, they drifted away and stayed away. Cathy whined that I wouldn’t let her have any fun, and I shut her up by burying my nose in her hair, and abruptly sent my wet tongue traveling along her ear, lingering at the lobe so recently teased then sliding along under its outer ridge as if tasting every pore, sending a myriad of sensuous chills up and down her spine. Cathy’s bared chest heaved and she sighed deeply, shivered once or twice before melting into my arms and asking if I was going to let her cum right there while her hands slipped under my shirt and scratched lightly at my shoulder blades.

I refused to answer her question, but gave her something to think about by slowly unzipping the back of her mini-skirt, about two-thirds of the way, exposing wide expanses of creamy white thigh and her shocking hot-pink thong.

“Oh, Daddy!” she cooed when my hand slipped under the skirt and slid up her smooth, dampened thigh. “Yes, Daddy!” she shrieked, and hugged me, drawing even more attention that we’d had earlier as my well practiced fingers made their way along that thin strip of lace over her gooey opening, pushing the thong deeper, parting her lovely swollen labia and compelling her to spread her wobbly legs wider than they already were; and granting me access to her boiling honey-pot.

By this point everyone surrounding us could see where my hand was and several shouted words of encouragement as I slowly fingered Cathy’s sodden cunt while she arched her body to bring my fingers even deeper into her. I saw two girls excitedly pointing to my hand, heard them gasp when Cathy started sliding up and down my thigh not only jerking me off underneath my denims, but herself as well, sliding and grinding against my hand and leg like a cat in heat, which she was, actually.

The girls were rubbing themselves about the time I made the squirming Cathy cum from some deep fingering and g-spot manipulations. The crowd drew closer. Cathy told me after about two guys who, not at the same time, but sort of one after the other, dry-humped her during this frenzied period, and that she actually felt one’s protruding bulge slip into her ass crack, slide up and down a few times, then quickly disappear. This seemed to attract another girl to Cathy – moths to a flame, I always say.

She started with me, cupping my ass with her soft fingers, long nails and hot palms and then roughly squeezing my solid cheeks. She had sandwiched Cathy and me, and still squeezing my ass, she planted a series of butterfly-like kisses on the back of Cathy’s neck. I recall thinking she would make a wonderful threesome, but Cathy wasn’t interested and quickly let her know it.

She was pissed at Cathy’s rejection, but left us without comment. Cathy intensified her dry-humping, mashing her mound against my tented jeans, trying with all her might to prolong these lust provoking sensations. I speared her cunt through my denims, and she raised her left leg, curled it around the back of my legs and brought my cock that much closer to her super-heated tunnel of love.

Personally, I had no compunctions about fucking Cathy then and there. I’ve done it before, and not only Cathy. I am thirty-two years old and over the previous fourteen years I’ve been intimate with more than 250 women; most more than once. I’ll get to that in due course, but just then …. “CATHY!” “OH, CATHY!”

The shrill voice snapped Cathy out of her sensual fugue long enough for her to realize who was calling her name. “MIDGE!” she bleated, and punching my arm, said, “IT’s MIDGE!” After that it was as if I were no longer there as they hugged and kissed and then chattered away.

The crowd that had been watching us soon turned their attentions back to the band on the stage and I was left to observe the two women chattering away and catching up with one another. Midge had some potentially lethal pot, and minutes after they lit up both were stoned. Cathy took a moment to tell me that Midge was a former nun, who had taught her English in her final year in high school.

“I’d love to hear all the details when you have a chance, but not now. I think it might upset Midge if you did.”

That was all I needed to know about her friend and I welcomed her with open arms, and kissing her on the cheek as she wanted to hug and kiss Cathy more than anything else; although she did offer her stash of pot to me. I knew enough to decline Midge’s generous offer to share the remainder of her stash with me and steered them off to one side of the stage, thinking we would be less conspicuous there.

I will admit that the two of them were sort of cute stoned. When Midge began playing with Cathy’s still exposed tits, Cathy raised Midge’s top and went to town on her nips. Tit for tat, they said, laughing childishly. I figured Midge to be around my own age and teased them as they took turns sucking each other’s nips. I was laughing at their antics until I spied two uniformed cops walking up the hill bent on busting the pot smokers. I hustled them off, and with Cathy still trying to cover her tits, merged into the safety of the crowd.

We spent the next hour or so listening to the remainder of the concert, with an occasional moment of making out, and then made our way out of the park and back to my car, ending up at my place.

Inside, Cathy and Midge got really stoned blowing power hits into one another’s mouth. I was surprised to see Cathy’s dominant side emerge as the afternoon progressed. She demonstrated considerable skill in turning Midge on. Don’t misunderstand me. It was a given that they’d been lezzie friends in the past. That was obvious from the way they were kissing each other at the concert. But this … this was different.

In short order, Cathy had Midge on some pillows in the middle of the living room floor, making out with even more intensity than they had at the concert. Cathy’s hand was undoing Midge’s jeans, button and zipper and sending her hand inside when Midge had a moment of clarity and realized I was standing next to them and looked over at me with astonished confusion. Cathy, ignoring my presence, relentlessly pressed her hand deeper into Midge’s crotch, nibbled on her neck and ear and was whispering little nothings to her as Midge closed her eyes and shut me out while Cathy’s fingers delved into the slushiness of her cunt.

With Midge having given herself over to Cathy’s questing fingers, I squatted beside them and studied Cathy’s technique and Midge’s responses. It wasn’t long before Cathy patted a pillow and whispered, “Lay down here and make out with both of us.”

I lay down, making a sandwich of Midge between Cathy and me. I fondled and sucked at her tits while Cathy fingered her. Midge offered no resistance and seemed not to know what was expected of her.

“You should show her your cock,” Cathy wheezed as she made squishy noises in Midge’s cunt. I pulled down my jeans and Cathy tickled my balls with her free hand while kissing Midge’s neck and mouth.

Midge was moaning and beginning to thrash a little; but I did see her glance at my hardon, and from there to Cathy’s hand which now had four fingers inside her and striving to get a reluctant thumb in there as well.

“What are …” Midge croaked, but unconsciously she had already widened her thighs enabling Cathy to reach her objective.

“YES!” Cathy yelled, and looking at me, she crowed, “Got the whole fuckin’ hand in there! Gonna fist you Midge, baby. You’re gonna cum like there’s no end to ‘em!”

And while Midge moaned in reply, I added my own words, making sure every word was clear so she could understand me, "And I'm going to make you cum with my tongue on your clit and my finger up your lovely, sweet ass. I'm going to make you cum in ways I haven't even thought of yet; but now Cathy’s going to make you cum with her hand.”

Staring down into my eyes, Midge’s mouth twisted open and produced a long, unsteady moan while Cathy slowly twisted her hand in Midge’s cunt. I wet my fingers, reached over Cathy’s wrist and slid my wet, slick fingertips ever so lightly over Midge’s hooded clit. Then I rubbed the fingers in the opposite direction. The combined effort on our part had Midge gasping for air; her unfocused eyes staring wildly, seeing nothing.

“She’s gonna cum when I spread my fingers,” Cathy gloated. And just as predicted, Midge started cumming hard; thrusting her hips up, letting gravity bring them down, before jerking them up again. I leaned over, put a hand behind her neck, and kept my finger sliding over her clit as she wailed uncontrollably.

“Watch this,” Cathy said in a lust filled voice. I saw her twist her wrist several times, bringing Midge close to another climax, but then she slowly worked her hand out of Midge’s cunt and suddenly the smell of the former nun’s pussy was overpowering.

“You know that thing drives me crazy?” Cathy asked.

I nodded.

“On my signal,” Cathy whispered, and raised her face away from Midge’s pelvis. “Two, three … NOW!

Resting my weight on my elbows, I leaned over, pursed my lips and blew on Midge’s pussy, fanning the pubic hair, and savoring the smell of her sex. I turned and stroked the creamy skin of her thigh with the wet tip of my tongue. Midge gasped. Cathy sent her hand back into her friend’s gaping cunt.

The air was soft and electric; the only sound I heard was Midge’s series of “Oh Fucks,” as she came again and again.

With Midge still twitching on the floor from her intense cum, Cathy extracted her hand and moved to her breasts, kneading them, teasing the nipples to full extension and then flicking at them with her thumb much as if shooting marbles.

Madge continued to shudder as her climax continued to run wild.

Wanting to do my part, I turned my head and trailed the tip of my tongue up her leg, starting just above the knee and stopping an inch short of her crotch. My nose brushed her coarse pubic hair and I heard her give a brief, appreciative moan. Using very short strokes, I licked my way up the top of her thigh to the little crease where it joined her hip. My tongue followed the crease down until I reached her hair. Then I turned my head and did the same on the other side of her sex.

Midge’s gaping cunt looked delicious; through her thick hair I could see her darker outer lips swollen open to reveal the delicate, glistening pink of her inner labia and the hole within. I slid my hands under her ass and raised her hips to begin my feast. Somewhat higher up, Cathy was frenching her mouth while Midge’s arms flailed helplessly in the air.

I bent my head and delved through her tangled pubic hair to lick the tiny patch of skin between her pussy and her puckered asshole. I felt Midge tense. I drew the tip of my tongue slowly up one side of her pussy, tracing the thick outer lip, then I returned to the bottom and traced up the other lip. Her hips jerked upward and she moaned.

"Please, please, PLEASE! Oh, sweet Jesus …. God in Heaven, he’s going to make me cum again!”

“Is that sooo bad? I asked teasingly.

“No! God No! I love everything you’re doing !”

I took my sweet time teasing the sensitive skin of her crotch with my tongue, roaming from her asshole to the dense hair at the top of her slit, occasionally turning my head to nip lightly at her smooth inner thighs. Above me I heard Cathy’s sloppy kisses working their way from Midge’s mouth to her tits and back again.

I made several long strokes up and down, coming as near as I could to her slit without pushing inside. Midge responded at first with some helpless gasps, then long frustrated moans as she thrust her hips at me trying to make the contact she so desperately wanted.

Suddenly I stopped and raised my head. "What do you want?" I said. Momentarily confused, she didn't answer, and I repeated my question.

"What do you want?"

"I want you," she said softly.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," I said.

"I can't say it!" she whined weakly.

"Say it or I'll stop right now," I threatened.

"I want you to lick me," Midge said, in a low, quivering voice.

"Where do you want me to lick you?"

"I want you to lick my pussy," she said, gaining strength.

"What else?"

"I want you to lick my pussy and put your tongue inside me, and ... and suck on my clit!" she said.

"Say it again!"

"I want you to lick my pussy and tongue me and suck my clit!" she screamed and started to cry.

I responded by driving my tongue between her outer lips, parting the softer inner lips and plunged deep into her slick, wet opening. The delightfully tart taste of her pussy juice quickly coated my tongue. I pulled out and speared my tongue into her again and again, and again. Midge cried out with each penetration, and I could feel her body quaking as another orgasm readied itself for a tumultuous explosion.

I remember the sun was setting, and there was just the soft light of dim bulb in the far side of the room --- Midge’s thighs were spayed about as wide as possible without breaking or pulling something apart --- I was kneeling between her legs and my cock was fully erect and throbbing.

Cathy leaned in so that we were face to face, and she had an evil grin as she said, “Think I’ll lick her asshole out. That should send her to the fuckin’ moon and back.”

I snorted, trying to smother my laughter then returned to eating her cunt, this time sucking her labia into my mouth and gently chewing on the tender lips. I can only guess that Cathy, true to her word, began licking Midge’s ass about then from Midge’s reaction.

I added two fingers to her cunt, searching and finding her g-spot without much difficulty. Rubbing it hard I elicited a series of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucks!” Quickly followed by what I took for a fervent prayer for release. “Sweet Jesus … Please … Fuck … Fuck Me!"

She squirted. My face was soaked with her juices, from chin to eyebrows. I pulled back and attacked her clit, although at first I was careful not to touch it directly.

“OH JESUS!”

I licked a wide circle around her clit, careful not to touch it. Then I licked around it again, a slightly smaller circle, and again, the edge of my tongue touching her tiny bump. She moaned and her hips started jerking.

“HOLY MOTHER OF GOD … MAKE ME CUM!” It was a full-throated scream and I moved to her clit, took it in my mouth and sucked relentlessly as Cathy sent some fingers into Midge’s virginal ass.

Midge gripped my head with both hands, trying to force my face off her clit, I resisted but pressed harder on her g-spot and she reached her pent up orgasm and squirted a milky substance over my hand and even got some up my nose and into my mouth.

Cathy moaned with frustrated lust. “Is she squirting?”

“Yeah, she is. And not for the first time either!” I replied. Cathy wormed her way in so that she was facing Midge’s twat just as she let another torrent spew from her cunt. Cathy had her mouth open and caught most of it and seemed delighted with the result.

"Please," Midge murmured softly, but urgently in my ear. "Please!"

“What is it, Midge?”

“Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard and fast!”

"Do her, Daddy,” Cathy screamed excitedly. “Fuck her brains out!”

I ignored both requests and resumed flicking her clit. Midge’s breathing rate accelerated until it was a hoarse roar in my ears and the tension froze her solid. Cresting again, she held her breath for three heartbeats then began a deep-throated groan that opened into a sharp, high cry of completion. She raised her hips entirely off the bed and held them suspended, jerking slightly, until the latest series of squirting came to an end.

My hand stayed locked on Midge’s clit until it was too sensitive to be touched. Then I cupped her soaking mound with my hand and pulled her naked shoulders against me with my free arm as she began the long trip down. She shuddered occasionally as the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her.

I took my time in planting my cock in Midge’s cunt as she lay passively, panting in anticipation. I felt Cathy’s hard nipples against my arm. She was attacking my right ear with her tongue. I turned my head to kiss Cathy and she got even wilder, alternately sucking hard on my tongue and kissing all over my face even though it was thoroughly coated with Midge’s pussy juices.

I told Midge it would probably be best if she got on top and controlled just how my cock would probe her. She did it without comment, guiding me into her and a half-second later she dropped her entire weight downward, eagerly impaling herself the full length of my prick. Her pussy, so thoroughly stretched by Cathy’s fisting and my fingering felt wonderfully tight and warm.

She must have enjoyed the sensation, too, because she paused a minute, adjusting her pussy lips against the base of my dick. Then with both hands planted on my chest, began rhythmically lifting herself halfway off my dick then dropping back down on me. Each time her sopping pussy mashed against the base of my prick, she gave a little grunt of pleasure. It was all I could do to stop myself from coming instantly. I held back with difficulty, watching the concentration on her face and the lively bouncing of her breasts as she fucked me. I was dimly aware of Cathy beside us, watching with one hand between her legs and the other lightly stroking my arm.

I reached over and cupped the considerable weight of Cathy’s tits, hefting and caressing each for a few strokes then took her thimble-sized nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed. She groaned but kept fingering herself, going, her head now thrown forward so her hair hid her face. And when I stretched them tautly downward, Cathy came hard.

Meanwhile, Midge was now rising and falling more rapidly. A wet slapping sound was audible each time she drove herself down on my dick. Suddenly she mumbled something that sounded like a prayer of some sort and began rocking quickly back and forth, focusing her weight on the point where her clit met the base of my prick. Her fingernails dug into my chest and she started cumming hard with short, hoarse cries of completion and “Thank you Jesus,’ ” that went on and on. The funny thing was that little shift of hers brought on a new sensation to me and I began thrusting up at her as fast and as hard as possible until I was spewing my load into her cunt.

Midge, totally exhausted from all the energy she’d expended, fell forward and narrowly avoiding smashing her mouth into mine.

We lay there breathing hard. I recall feeling her rock hard nipples as her breasts flattened against my chest and her ragged breathing roared in my ear. Her slick pussy still had a firm grasp on my cock, squeezing it occasionally as her inner muscles continued their convulsions. It was a long time before my sticky prick became soft enough to finally slip from her sodden cunt.

I closed my eyes and must have dozed off for a few minutes. When I woke up, Cathy and Midge were kissing lovingly and fondling each other’s breasts. Both had their legs spread apart. Cathy was playing with herself; not unusual, she did that most of the time when we were home.

I found them beautiful to behold as they lay there lost in kisses and caresses, eventually maneuvering themselves into a sort of sixty-nine position, but playing with one another’s pussy instead of munching away on them.

I found that I could readily distinguish between their respective cuntal aromas. After a while I moved my hands softy all over their thighs, legs, hips … I pried Midge’s sticky vaginal lips apart and tasted her, sliding my tongue inside her opening and licking up to suck her clit between my lips.

Cathy’s fingers found my lips, put one in my mouth, and I sampled her familiar taste.

Her hand gripped my cock, and as she slowly squeezed it and began to jerk it up and down, Midge moved away from Cathy’s twat and closer to my cock in Cathy’s hand.

I had learned long before that women are intrigued by the penis. How it grows; how it expels its ejaculate; how the sperm tastes; how it feels rubbed into their flesh, and how it deflates after intercourse. I had, in fact seduced many women after learning of this seemingly universal interest. The old expression, “When in doubt, whip it out,” is fairly accurate at least when a man and a woman are interested in each other sexually; and while some women will reject a whipped out prick, it’s most likely because of a fear of being caught, or impregnated rather than disinterest. I’ve resorted to this tactic several times and each time the woman reacted with what I’ll call renewed interest.

But I digress.

Cathy squeezed a droplet of cum from my dick, and crowed as if she were Columbus discovering the America’s. “Ooooh, look at this,” she said softly to Midge, who stared at my dick then looked at Cathy with heavily lidded eyes.

“Can I suck it with you?” she inquired.

Cathy giggled and handed my dick to Midge. "I knew you’d go yum-yum over Daddy’s cock. I've been wanting to share him with someone for weeks."

Midge let her tongue range over the tip of my dick, licking away the single droplet. Then she kissed Cathy, slowly and deeply. I have to assume that she shared my little cum sample with Cathy while I tweaked each of their nipples in turn to mutual moans of satisfaction.

When the kissing came to a halt I repositioned myself so that they could both have access to my manhood. They sprawled over either side of my hips and legs. Cathy held my cock at the base as it pointed at the ceiling, and they both fell to licking and sucking and kissing one another, with Midge occasionally moving up to kiss me while Cathy applied a forceful suction down below.

I also remember how Cathy held my prick and rubbed it over Midge’s face, especially her eyes while saying, “Isn’t this the naughtiest thing?”

Then they were fellating me again, taking turns sharing me.

I recall groaning and Cathy’s admonition to Midge: “Don’t let him cum! I want to show you some cool shit.”

"Can I watch him fuck you?” Midge whispered.

Taking me from her mouth, Cathy responded, “Yeah, baby, we’re all going to fuck eventually."

Cathy's eyes met mine, and after giving my cock a lascivious lick, said hoarsely, “Aren’t we, Daddy?” To which I responded in the affirmative.

The two women shared another long kiss and when Midge resumed sucking my member, Cathy said, “Daddy, you know that thing you like to do when I’m giving you head?”

I think I nodded, but I wasn’t sure where she was going.

“Could you let Midge have some, but not all of that load you’ve got in those lovely sacs?” Then after kissing me and then Midge she said, “You’d like that wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she replied dreamily.

Cathy took it from there, fondling my balls while Midge sucked away, then at the exact proper moment --- and how she knew this I haven’t the slight idea --- She squeezed my testes several times and then held them tightly.

I felt my load building up in there.

“Tell me when to stop", she said. I grunted and glanced down. Midge was sucking the head of my cock and jerking me off at a reasonably slow pace. Cathy continued playing with my balls waiting patiently for me to signal that I was about to cum.

Our thing was for Cathy to stop at just the right moment so I wouldn't have a full orgasm.

"I'm ready, Baby,” I croaked.

Cathy stopped, and a pearl of semen emerged from the tip of my cock. Consciousness went into slow-motion, frozen in the moment. Midge looked fascinated. I felt more semen moving up through my penis to be released, and some thick, white cum flowed out of my cock and ran in a stream down the shaft, onto my balls, and Cathy's fingers.

"Ohhhh!" Midge cried out and giggled. She looked at Cathy and said, "He’s got a great dick."

“Hasn’t he through,” Cathy laughed lewdly and guided my oozing cock to Midge’s mouth.

Midge, by some previous directive from Cathy, just sucked at the tip of my prick, relishing the slow stream of cum oozing out.

I remained hard, although I was finished cumming for the moment and I was willing to take part in any game they proposed.

But all they did was take turns slapping each other in the face -- mostly mouths -- with my prick.

Then Cathy got serious and said, “I want to see him fuck you now. I've been wanting that all day."

Cathy smiled at me and said, "Do you want to fuck her, baby?"

“As a matter of fact, I do want to fuck her. Is that all right with you, Midge?”

“OH, YEAH!” she exclaimed, beaming at me.

"Let me just go clean off my prick and we'll have at it Midge, okay?”

She nodded her head and rubbed a hand over her pussy.

I got up and kissed them both, very tenderly. As I went through the door into the bathroom, I turned to see them making out again.

I came back standing on Cathy's side of the bed, my cock hanging very swollen. Midge was lying on her back, eyes closed. Cathy gripped me and gave it a few strokes, saying "Ohhhh, you're so hard baby. C'mon, I want to watch you fuck her."

She pulled Midge’s her legs further apart, and guided my cock to her swollen pussy. The moment I touched Midge between the legs, she moaned excitedly. She opened her eyes and looked into my eyes, not saying a word. I held my cock with one hand, and started massaging Midge's soft pussy with it, finding her clit with the tip. She moved her hips and gripped the sheets with her hands.

I tried something out on her. “Remember the first time you fucked a priest?”

“Yeah …” she sighed slowly, drawing it out as the memory of that event returned.

“Where’d you do it?”

“In the rectory; while everyone else was watching television. The Pope was on.”

“How did he get you to do it with him?”

“He’d heard my confession that afternoon. I … I told him about my sinful thoughts, and then explained them in detail after he insisted on it.

“He … he asked if I was prepared to submit myself to his spiritual authority thereby leading me back to the path of righteousness.

“I said I’d do anything. I just want to seen as holy in God’s eyes.”

“And he pressed his advantage?”

“Yes. Please remember I was just a young, inexperienced novice.”

“Did he take his time with you?” inquired, having known several unworthy priests in my time.

“Put it in!” she yelled defying me. I wanted to hear her true story and so I slid into her wetness.

“YESSS!” she sighed.

I held back and insisted that I wouldn’t continue unless she told me all about the priest. “What was his name?”

“Father Anthony, now please help me get off.”

I was using a slow, steady thrusting motion. After trickling out some cum earlier I knew I’d last a long time; long enough to fuck Midge and then Cathy, unless Midge let me in her ass. But I didn’t know what would happen after she came.

I continued my questions. “Tell me, did he take his time?”

“He … he came right away.”

“So you didn’t get anything out of it?”

“I don’t …”

“Better tell me everything you recall about it,” I said and heard Cathy giggling behind me.

“I didn’t know what to do. I wanted absolution for my thoughts and he … he hadn’t given them to me. I stood up and started to walk away, but he took me by the shoulders … he was a big man, over six feet tall and beginning to get fat.

“He steered me backwards until the back of my legs hit the second pew from the front of the church. Suddenly I was sitting; my skirt had ridden halfway up my thighs. He took his time loosening two buttons on my white blouse, exposing my brassiere. He’d had something garlicky for lunch and it almost turned my stomach.

“He told me to open my mouth, and when I did, placed two fingers in it. I said, “Ahhh,” as I would at the Doctor’s and he laughed. It sounded more evil than holy and I almost pissed myself I was so scared. Reflexively I cupped my pussy to see if I had pissed myself.”

I fucked Midge hard for a minute or so and got her very close to cumming before slowing. She made no complaint about my slowing, but took it in stride, borrowing Cathy’s nickname for me, whispering, “That was sooo nice, Daddy.”

Daddy? Had she called me by the endearment Cathy used? I searched my brain to see if Cathy had called me that in Midge’s presence. She had, and Midge had picked up on it enough to use it herself. I was impressed.

“Was he half as good?” I asked, pressing her for more intimate details of their coupling.

When she failed to answer, I slammed into her three successive times, jarring her senses, bringing her to the edge and leaving her there.

“Oh … Daddy … please make me cum!”

“Tell me more about you and the priest,” I said harshly.

“Which … which one?”

“There was more than one?” I said surprised by her answer.

“Yes, of course.”

“Why don’t you tell us about all of them?” I said.

And she did.