Joanna the skinny whore

“Stephanie, I never said you weren’t pretty. I just
said that some men prefer, well, different types of wo-
men.” Joanna grunted as she lifted a sack of potatoes
from the car. “You can’t expect every man to drool over
you.”

Stephanie continued to sort through the brown
grocery bags, searching for the one with the lightest
load. “And why not, Joanna? You don’t really expect me
to believe those boys were looking at you in THAT way,
do you?”

Joanna, a tall, slim woman of about 40, pushed a
wisp of hair away from her face with the back of her
hand as she leaned against the door of the inn she and
her husband ran. As usual, she wore simple clothes —
a bright wool sweater and a pair of brown slacks. The
clothes weren’t sexy themselves, but the way Joanna
filled them out gave them a special appeal. The hori-
zontally striped pattern of the sweater accented the
swell of her large breasts, and the curve of the slacks
hinted at the long legs and tight ass beneath them.

She paused a few moments to get her breath back —
she had made 10 trips back and forth from the car to
Stephanie’s one — before turning to the young maid.
The irritation in her voice was barely veiled.
“Stephanie, why can’t you admit that those boys were
whistling at me? They were looking right at me. It’s
not the first time that’s ever happened to me, you
know.”

Stephanie faced Joanna, hands on hips. She was
shorter and clearly much younger, with a pert, expertly
made-up face and a halo of blond hair. The short, cream
skirt she wore showed off her perfectly shaped legs,
and it was clear from the outline of her white blouse
that she was in excellent shape, although her breasts
were certainly not as large as the older woman’s. Her
coral-pink lips were drawn into a pout as she spoke.
“I’m sure,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“The bag boys probably want you to have their babies
all the time. But I still say the ones who whistled
were aiming at me. They must have just been looking at
you to figure out if — oh, I don’t know, to figure out
if you were my mom or something. Let’s face it, Joanna,
you’re no spring chicken.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Joanna pushed past the
younger woman and picked up another bag from the trunk.
“Let’s just forget it, Stephanie.”

The maid fished a bag out of the back seat; it
contained only potato chips and a loaf of white bread.
She trailed Joanna to the back door, waiting while the
other woman put down her load of canned goods and
opened the screen door.

A few minutes later, when they were both busy put-
ting groceries away, Stephanie started up the argument
again. “I just think it’s time you faced facts, Joanna,
a woman like me — beautiful, slim, young, rich — I
can get any man I want. They would be lined up 12 deep
at my bedroom door if I didn’t make it clear I wasn’t
interested. Why, you know, that’s probably why those
boys weren’t looking at me! They saw that I was too
good for them, so they were afraid to look me in the
eye when they whistled.” She nodded her head to punc-
tuate the thought.

Joanna stretched to put some beans on a top shelf.
Over her shoulder, she said, “You can believe what you
want, Stephanie. But we both know that a lot of men
like a woman with more, well, more development. I’ve
had my share of wolf whistles. With this chest, I have
to expect it.”

She gathered up several boxes of cereal — pointed-
ly holding them in a basket of her arms, presenting her
breasts as if on a platter.

“And let’s face it, Stephanie. You’re young and
pretty, but you just don’t have the shape that a lot
of men want.”

The young maid’s eyes blazed, but she didn’t say a
word. Turning abruptly on her heels, she stomped out of
the kitchen. Joanna called after her to no avail; with
a sigh, she finished putting away the groceries
herself.

=== === === ===

Dick Loudon was typing away in his den, writing
another epic home improvement book, when he heard a
soft tap at the door. Before he could call out,
Stephanie slipped inside and shut the door behind her
with a click.

He looked questioningly at her over the tops of
his half-frame glasses. Stephanie batted her long
eyelashes. “Now, Dick, I know you’re busy with that
writing thing you do, so you just go right ahead.
Hee-hee — that was a joke, wasn’t it? Go “write”
ahead? Get it?”

Dick glared at her. He was a very ordinary man,
with thinning grayish hair, an unexceptional body and
the perpetual look that said he wasn’t sure what was
going on but whatever it was he wanted nothing to do
with it. His angry looks could be distinguished from
his happy ones mostly by counting the number of
wrinkles in his forehead.

“Stephanie,” he said patiently, “I’m in the middle
of a chapter here. The grout has just been applied and
I have to tell them what to do next or it’ll set and
there’ll be hell to pay. Can this wait until later?”

From behind her back, Stephanie flourished a
feather duster. “Just doing some cleaning,” she said.
“Forget I’m even here.”

With that she set to work. That in itself was
enough to make Dick suspicious, but she seemed to be
serious about it So he went back to his typewriter.

From time to time, in between paragraphs, he
looked up to see the maid busily going about her job.
Once he saw her reaching high to dust some of the
books on a top shelf. As she reached, the hem of her
skirt climbed up her thigh and Dick admired the long,
shapely line of her legs; with her standing on tiptoe,
the sexy curve of her ankle was emphasized. Another
time she reached down to a bottom shelf as Dick looked
up to see a very sexy ass waving in his face. He felt
a stirring in his crotch that he ignored.

The next time he looked up she was nowhere in
sight. But for a faint swishing sound behind him, he
would have thought Stephanie had left the room. Without
another thought for her, Dick went on typing.

In a few minutes he became aware of a faint floral
smell, a scent he knew from long familiarity was
Stephanie’s perfume — a personal blend she had a shop
in Paris make up for her, she’d said once. Alerted to
her presence, he wasn’t startled when she began speak-
ing.

“There,” she said, “just about finished. And I
didn’t interrupt your typing, did I?”

Dick shook his head, keeping his eyes on the page
as he tapped out the end of a sentence.

As he poked a finger at the period key, he felt a
gentle pressure on his shoulders.

“Ooooh, you look very tense,” Stephanie cooed.
“How about a nice neck massage?”

Without turning to look at her, Dick frowned.
“What is it, Stephanie?”

“What’s what, Dick?”

“What are you asking for?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Stephanie, you haven’t dusted this room in six
weeks. And you’ve never given me a neck massage.
C-c- c-come to think of it, no one’s ever given me —
a little more to the left. That’s it.”

Her probing fingers erased the concern from his
mind and Dick closed his eyes and sagged back against
the chair. She was very good at this, he noticed; he
could feel the tension draining out of him as she
rubbed away at his neck and shoulders.

“There’s a little teensy-weensy knot right here,”
Stephanie said, rubbing hard at a spot just below his
right shoulder blade. “I think I need to get a little
closer to it. Do you mind?” As she spoke, her hands
slipped around Dick’s sides and she unbuttoned his
shirt. He leaned forward a bit to help her pull it
down, and then settled back again as she went to work
on the trouble spot. Her hands felt warm on his flesh
as she kneaded away.

“Th-th-that’s perfect,” Dick sighed. Stephanie
then began scratching his back with her long nails.
Little shivers of delight rolled like waves through
his body. He was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t
really notice when her hands strayed from his back
and began tracing a path across his stomach, down to
his belt buckle. It was only when Stephanie undid the
buckle, simultaneously slipping a hot, wet tongue into
his ear, that Dick came to with a start.

“St-st-stephanie, wh-wh-what are you doing?” She
had undone his pants and slid down the zipper before
he could get a grip on the desk’s edge and spin himself
around. When he had spun halfway around, his feet
slammed into the floor, stopping the twist abruptly.

Stephanie stood before him almost completely naked,
clad only in a lacy white garter belt, sheer white hose
and her shiny high heels. Her perky young breasts stood
out firm and erect, with the dainty aureoles capped by
perfect nipples. Her lips were parted slightly, forming
a pout that seemed much sexier than Dick had ever
noticed it being before.

Before he could say another word, she stepped
toward him. “Touch me, Dick,” she commanded in a husky
whisper. “I want you. I want you now.”

“You want m-m-m-m-m-me?”

“You know I do,” she said, and pointed at his
crotch. “And you want me, too.” He couldn’t deny it.
His boxers were tented high as his stiff cock strained
at the restriction. Dick licked his lips and stared.
She seemed too good to be true, all that lush young
flesh. It was like a dream.

He didn’t know what to do first, but Stephanie took
his hands in hers and brought them to her breasts.

“Do you like my breasts, Dick? Are they big enough
for you? They’re not too small, are they?”

“No! They’re — they’re perfect.” He squeezed them,
thrilling to their firmness. She had the tits of a
teenager, and it had been a long time — well, actual-
ly, he’d never felt a teenager’s tits.

As he groped, Stephanie tugged his shorts down,
freeing his cock to wave in the air like a fat flag-
pole. At her touch he shied away, but she gently placed
both hands around his shaft. Her touch was warm and
soft; her hands had obviously never done hard labor.
Dick felt a few drops of pre-cum ooze out the tip as
she caressed him.

“That’s a very nice cock you have there, Dick,”
Stephanie whispered. “I like men with nice, big, hard
cocks. Do you know what I like to do when I get one?
Do you?”

“N-n-no,” he stammered out, his eyes still fastened
to her chest.

“Ooooh, I like to touch it, like this. I like to
rub my hands up and down and feel that nice, hard cock
rubbing against my fingers. And do you know what else
I like to do?”

He could only shake his head.

“I like to lick that long, stiff cock all over
with my hot tongue. And then I like to put that cock
in my mouth and suck on it, up and down, until it
spurts out cum all over my face.”

As she talked, Stephanie continued to rub his
cock. Dick’s hands had fallen back and his eyes were
closed as he felt nothing but the sensation of her
fingers on his shaft.

“Would you like me to do that, Dick? Would you
like me to put that hard cock of yours in my little
mouth? Would you …”

“Yes!” He couldn’t get the words out fast enough.
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!”

Stephanie knelt down before him and gently pressed
his legs apart. She leaned forward and kissed the tip
of his cock before opening her lips and taking him
into her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft,
gripping it tightly, while her fingers circling the
base and continued to pump. The combination of the
sight of her beautiful naked body and the feel of her
hot lips on his shaft didn’t take long to get to Dick
and within a minute he was moaning as white jets of
cum shot out of his cock. True to her word, Stephanie
swallowed them all, even licking the head of his rod
to get the last few drops.

Dick felt drained, and he sagged back in his chair.
But Stephanie appeared perky as ever, rising to her
feet only to plop herself down onto his lap. She wrap-
ped her arms around his neck and planted a long, deep
kiss on his lips. An orgasm usually left him feeling
sleepy, but her kiss quickly revived him. He slipped
one arm around her slim waist, letting the other hand
fall to her silky bush. She wriggled in delight as his
fingers tickled their way to her slit, already moist.

Stephanie’s obvious delight in his actions made
Dick feel like a kid again — like the lover he never
was. Tenderly, then with more and more passion, he
drove his fingers into her slit as her pussy juices
coated them. All the while they kissed and suckled
each other.

“Oh, Dick, that’s so good,” she whispered in his
ear. “Oh, god, do you know what else I want to do now?”

Dick had to take a deep breath before he could
answer. “Wh-what would that be?”

“I want to fuck you,” she said simply, and the words
sent a jolt through him even more than when her lips
had first closed on his cock.

“B-b-but I-I-I…” He paused and started again. “I
can’t d-do it so soon…”

“Yes you can,” she giggled. To his surprise, Dick
realized it was true; he could feel his cock beginning
to swell anew.

“And I really want to fuck you, Dick. I want that
hard cock inside my pussy. I want to ride it so hard!
And you’re going to make me cum, Dick. I can feel it.
You’re going to make me cum so hard! Won’t that be
fun!”

With one last long, deep kiss, Stephanie twisted
around so that her back was against Dick’s chest and
his cock was poking up between her legs. She had to
stroke it only a little while before it was once again
standing tall. With Dick holding her tightly around
the waist, she lifted herself up and scooched forward,
putting her soaking wet pussy lips directly above his
shaft. In one long, slow, fluid movement she lowered
herself and buried his cock in her up to the hilt.
Dick pressed his mouth to her neck to muffle his
scream of ecstasy as he felt her tight cunt walls
enfold his rod.

“Ooooh, it’s as good as I thought it would be,”
Stephanie cooed, while she wiggled around on his stiff
cock. She began to pump away at it, bathing it in her
secretions, squeezing it with her pussy lips. Guttural
grunts escaped Dick’s lips as his hands reached up to
squeeze her pert breasts.

Stephanie bent her head around to plant a wet kiss
on his face. “Do you like this, Dick? Am I doing OK?”

“Perfect,” he managed to get out. “Perfect. Just —
perfect.”

It was almost too much effort to speak, now; he
wanted to concentrate only the incredible sensations.
Stephanie’s body felt as light as a feather on his lap,
but her cunt’s attack on his cock was strong and
determined. He had never imagined their stuck-up maid
could be such a sexual being. She was a goddess and he
was worshiping eagerly at the temple of her body,
driving his cock into her as a sacrifice to her beauty.
Or at least that was one of the mental images flooding
his lust-crazed mind as they continued to rut away with
abandon, the desk chair squeaking beneath them.

“You’re doing it, Dick,” Stephanie said with a
gasp. “Oh, god, you really are! You’re going to make
me cum! I can feel it! I can feel it! I can
aaaaaaauuuuggghhhh!”

Stephanie’s flailing orgasm brought on his own,
and another surge of cum shot out of his cock, this
time filling the girl’s hot pussy and oozing out the
sides to mingle with her own gush of fluids, pouring
down his cock and onto the seat. With his last reserves
of strength Dick drove his faltering cock into her cunt
once, twice, a third time, squeezing the last bit of
jism from it before his rod shriveled and his muscles
gave out.

Just a few seconds later Stephanie rose off of him
and briskly slipped her clothes back onto her sweaty
body. Dick sat in a rapidly cooling puddle of their
fluids, too exhausted to move.

“We-we-we’ve got to clean this up,” he called out
weakly as Stephanie moved toward the door. “What if
Joanna …”

“Sorry, Dick, it’s my lunch hour now,” the young
girl said saucily, closing the door behind her.

=== === === ===

As Stephanie stepped out from behind the front
desk, with her hands on the top button of her blouse,
Joanna came into the lobby, pushing her way through
the door from the dining room.

“Stephanie, where have you been? I had to put all
the groceries away by myself. And it turns out we
forgot to get the steaks and things for the special
dinner we promised the Fergusons Saturday — you remem-
ber, the anniversary couple? You’ll just have to — Why
are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh, Joanna, Joanna, Joanna, you poor dear woman.”

Joanna ignored the comment — a typical Stephanie-
ism, she thought. “What was I saying? Oh, yes, you’ll
have to — stop that!”

Stephanie paused with her hand halfway to another
pat of Joanna’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Joanna, it just
makes me feel so sorry for you to see how wrong you
were.”

“About what?”

“About how some men prefer women who are, you know,
over-endowed? As opposed to well-built, perfectly
shaped young women like, well, like moi.”

“Stephanie, I don’t know what you’re talking about,
but you’re going to have to …”

“Oh, Joanna, you silly thing! Of course you know
what I’m talking about. Our little conversation in the
kitchen? You …”

“I remember, Stephanie, but what does that have to
do with anything?”

“Just this, Joanna. You said that I wasn’t enough
for some men. But I know at least one man who’s had a
chance to compare you and I, and I know exactly who he
prefers. ‘Perfect,’ he called me. More than once.”

Just then, Dick poked his head out of the door to
the den. “Steph– Oh, hi, Joanna. Uh, say, do we have
any, uh, Lysol?”

“Lysol?” Joanna was beginning to think the whole
inn was going crazy around her — not that that was
unusual. “Why in the world do you need…”

“Oh, no reason,” Dick said, “but d-d-do we have
any?”

“In the basement, I think,” Joanna began, “but I
still don’t understand…”

Not waiting for her to finish, Dick scuttled across
to the basement door and disappeared down the steps.
Joanna, who had started across the lobby to talk to
him, slipped behind the front desk, her face in a
frown. “Now what could he have…” As she spoke, she
opened the door to his den and took half a step inside.
“Good heavens, this room smells like a whorehouse!” She
slapped a hand to her mouth. “Not that I have any idea
what that smells like, of course, I mean…”

Stephanie, giggling, was leaning on the other side
of the reception desk. “Now do you understand what I
was talking about, Joanna?”

The older woman’s face grew dark red. “You, you,
you,” she spluttered, unable to say more.

“That’s right, Joanna. Little, young, petite,
‘perfect’ me. Guess you were wrong about what men want,
weren’t you?”

She snatched out of Joanna’s hand a small sheet of
paper. “Steaks, baking potatoes — oh, I get it, you
need this from the market. Well, I think I’ll leave
you to think about what happened, Joanna. Bye!” On her
way to the door Stephanie intercepted Dick climbing up
from the basement. “Come on,” Stephanie said, slipping
a hand around his back. “You can drive me into town.”

“Oh, but I have to …”

“Don’t worry, Joanna won’t mind! Will you, Joanna?”
Stephanie smirked toward the desk, where the older
woman was standing stock still, her mouth half open.
“See? Joanna doesn’t mind. Oh, and say, Joanna, if
Michael calls, be a love and tell him I’ll be back in
a couple of hours, won’t you?”

The door slammed behind her just as Joanna thought
of the perfect comeback. She almost spat it out anyway,
but the phone’s insistent ring interrupted her train of
thought.

“Stratford Inn, how may — oh, hello, Michael. Yes,
Stephanie said to tell you …” She paused briefly and
glanced at the door to Dick’s den. “Ah, that is,
Stephanie said to tell you to come right over. Don’t
waste any time, she said. That’s right. Well, we’ll see
you soon, Michael.”

For the next several minutes, Joanna busied herself
around the inn, shifting things back and forth, tidying
up here and there. She placed a few quilts on the floor
in front of the fireplace and started a roaring fire.
She was just getting to her feet and wiping a smudge or
two of ash off her hands when the front door swung
open. She rushed through the door to the lobby.

“Hi-ho, Jojo! Where’s my little snugglepuss?”
Michael was a young, impeccably dressed man with the
air of a small boy playing dress-up.

Joanna composed her face into a look of chagrin.
“Oh, Michael, I’m sorry, Stephanie had to go to town.
She won’t be back for at least an hour.”

Michael’s face fell. “But, Jojo, she asked me to
come right over. I had to leave just as the Professor
was setting up his radio. Now I’ll never know if
Gilligan got off the island!”

In her mind, Joanna grimaced. Michael was such a
little boy. But a woman’s got to do what a woman’s got
to do. She advanced on him, cooing her apology. Michael
seemed near tears. Joanna put a hand around his
shoulder and led him into the dining room.

“I’m sure Stephanie just forgot all about you,”
she said, turning her face so he couldn’t see her
smirk. “You know how she is. I wouldn’t let it get you
down, Michael.”

“But, Joanna, she SAID she’d meet me!”

Joanna turned toward him again. Her hand applied
gentle pressure, bending his head down onto her ample
chest. “There, there, Michael. Don’t worry.”

The fire cast a warm glow on them as she nudged
him toward the quilts spread on the floor. Michael was
clutching her around the waist, shuffling his feet
along with her. As they came to a halt, Joanna released
her pressure on his head and spoke. “Michael, I…” He
picked his head up to look at her. She quivered her
lips as she gazed deeply into his red-rimmed eyes.
“I…” Joanna pressed her lips to Michael’s. At first
it was a gentle kiss. Then she pressed harder, opening
her mouth and forcing her tongue into his. Michael
seemed paralyzed at first, but soon he responded, hold-
ing her closer, returning her smothering kiss.

When they broke their embrace, Joanna was feeling
a bit flushed in spite of herself, but Michael looked
completely flustered.

“Holy Mrs. Robinson, Joanna,” he sputtered. “If my
little love-bug had caught us — or the Dickster!”

Joanna’s voice was soft and low. “They’re in town,
Michael, and they’re not coming back for a long time.
No one’s going to catch us. We can do whatever we want.
So what do you want to do, Michael?”

He babbled in reply.

Joanna took the bottom of her sweater in both hands
and pulled it over her head in one fluid move. As she
tossed it aside, her large breasts cradled in a silky
white bra jiggled slightly.

“Do you want to touch my breasts, Michael? They’re
not too big, are they?” She reached behind and undid
the clasp. As the bra fell away, her tits sagged
slightly but still stood out provacitively, with large
dark aureoles capped by thick, erect nipples. Joanna
was a bit surprised by her own arousal.

“Wow!” Michael reached out a hand, tentatively. It
tremored as it neared her flesh. “Mega-bongos, Joanna.
I’ve never, uh, had anything like those.”

“But don’t you prefer smaller breasts? Aren’t mine
a bit, well, much?”

“Negatory, Jojo. They’re perfect! Who’d want some
skimpy chick when they could have a shelf like yours!”
His hand brushed against her breast. Joanna held her
breath, hoping her plan would work. Michael rubbed the
back of his fingers lightly against her skin for a few
seconds, but soon both his hands were groping her large
tits. Before long he had bent to take them into his
mouth, one by one, licking and suckling like a baby.
Joanna flung back her head, closed her eyes and reveled
in his passion. The young man’s slightly clumsy moves
made her feel a little like a cradle robber, but that
wasn’t all bad; it felt curiously sexy to be seducing
someone who wasn’t much more than a boy. She could feel
her crotch beginning to warm and moisten, and she made
a slight change in her plans.

While Michael was occupied with her breasts, Joanna
quietly slipped her slacks and panties to the floor and
kicked off her low-heeled shoes. When she pushed the
young man away from her chest, he let out a loud gasp
as he saw her naked body.

“You’re as pretty as a centerfold,” he managed to
get out. “Where have you been hiding that sexy body,
Joanna?”

“Oh, Michael,” Joanna said, smiling to herself, “do
you really like it? It’s not quite what you’re used
to…”

“Not by a mile, Jojo! It’s way better. It’s like —
like — like the difference between day-old Ripple and
four-year-old Chardonnay. You’re prime vintage. Wow!”

Joanna pressed her arms to her side in a little
private hug. This was working out even better than
she’d hoped. Her hands traced paths across her flat
stomach to the auburn patch of hair between her legs;
she saw Michael’s eyes following them.

“Aren’t you a little overdressed?” She saw his eyes
bounce back and forth between her crotch and her face
several times.

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I guess,” Michael said, blush-
ing. He tossed aside his designer wear with far more
abandon than Joanna had ever seen him treat his
clothes. He really is hot for me, she told herself.

Michael was, as she feared, a bit scrawny. But, she
saw with approval, at least one part of him was well-
developed. His cock was already stiff and stood out in
egear anticipation. Joanna licked her lips and almost
dove on it, but held herself back. She was in the
driver’s seat, and she was determined not to give it
up.

She spread her legs apart and brushed her fingers
through her bush and down to her pussy lips, already
well-lubricated. As she dipped a finger into her slit,
she looked back up at Michael and saw his mouth half-
open. She smiled.

He babbled in reply.

“Looks good, doesn’t it? Wouldn’t you like a closer
look?”

Michael knelt down, his face just inches from her
musky cunt.

“I’m really, really hot and wet, Michael. My cunt
is just aching for someone to put his fingers in me.
And his tongue. Do you think…”

Before she could finish the sentence, the young man
pressed two fingers into her slit as Joanna withdrew
her own. Further talk was unnecessary as he pushed his
fingers deeper into her and her juices flowed lavishly.
Joanna caressed her tits, sighing deeply as she felt
her pussy respond to Michael’s movements.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps when he bent
forward and put his mouth to her hole. It had been so
long! He was not an expert, but she gently corrected
him, holding his head away when he became too rough,
pressing him to her when he faltered. She felt as if
her whole body was on fire while he suckled her, his
probing tongue slipping between her folds and lapping
at her cunt. When his thumb found her clit, the feeling
was almost too much to take, and within a minute she
dissolved into a wildly wonderful orgasm.

When she could speak again, Joanna got to her knees
and told Michael to lie down on the quilts. His cock
was standing away from his firm body as she crawled
over him and straddled him. She grabbed hold of his
shaft and rubbed the tip against her pussy lips, keep-
ing them just out of reach of his frantic bucking. “Not
so fast, Michael,” she cooed. “You’re going to get it,
but…”

“Gee whillickers, Joanna, I need you! I’m into
total sex craze! I…”

“Michael,” she said softly.

He ignored the interruption. “I need that totally
awesome cunt on me! You’re like total goddessville,
Joanna! You…”

“Michael!”

“You turn my insides on like a Pop-Tart in a
toaster! You…”

“Michael, dear,” she said in a flat tone. “Shut
up.”

He stopped short. As a reward, Joanna sank down
onto his eager cock, taking it deep into her sopping
wet cunt. She saw sparks fly and wasn’t sure if they
were really coming out of the fire or just in her mind.
Michael’s fat cock was big enough to fill her up; she’d
thought no man could do that.

On each downstroke she ground her pussy against his
groin, thrilling to the feel of his balls slapping
against her flesh. More than she had in years, Joanna
felt like a sexual being. It was as if she’d awakened
from a long, deep sleep. She cast aside the last
vestiges of her normal demureness as Michael’s cock
drove in and out of her.

“Fuck me,” she commanded him. “That’s it, slam your
cock into me, Michael. Don’t hold back! Don’t hold
anything back. I can take anything you can give me.
Drive that big, hard cock into me up to the hilt!”

“Joanna,” Michael started to say, but she silenced
him with a finger to her lips.

“Don’t talk, you fucking stud,” she said. “God
damn, this is good. Just fuck my cunt and squeeze my
tits. That’s all men are good for, anyway. Come on,
Michael. Fuck me!”

In her own mind, Joanna knew she was putting on
an act, at least in part. She had guessed — oh, how
correctly — that Michael would respond to a harsh
mistress. But she also was getting a kick out of
ordering him around and talking dirty.

As they continued to rut wildly, she tried out
every dirty word she knew and a few she made up on the
spot. Each time she’d throw one out Michael seemed to
add an extra oomph to his humping, until she had to
grab hold of his waist to keep from being tossed off.
Her tits were bouncing up and down, slapping her chest
with each powerful thrust of his hard cock.

Just when she began to feel a glow inside, she
sensed that Michael too was nearing the edge. She
forced him to slow down the pace, taking long, slow
rides up and down his cock, until the first small
tremor shook her sweaty body. Michael took the cue
and drove his cock into her roughly, once, twice,
and then a third time deep into her cunt. With a loud
groan he ‘let loose a torrent of cum as her own orgasm
hit full force.

By the time she had ridden out the last wave of
passion the logs in the fireplace had burned down to a
few glowing embers. She stared at them for a few
seconds before her mind snapped into the present.

Without hesitation, she rose off of Michael’s flag-
ging shaft and gathered up her clothes. The young man,
still on the floor, grabbed at her ankle.

“Another round, Jojo?”

Joanna glanced out the window. “Isn’t that our car?
Oh, look, yes, there’s Stephanie and Dick coming down
the road.”

Michael leaped to his feet and snatched up his
slacks, hopping into them one-legged while Joanna gig-
gled.

“Better hurry up, Michael,” she teased him.
“Wouldn’t want your snugglepuss to know you’ve been
snuggling some other pussy!”

“I, uh, I,” he struggled to say as he zipped up his
slacks and shoved his arms into his shirt. “Do you…”

“You don’t have long now,” Joanna said, pushing him
out of the dining room and across to the front door. He
turned back to her as he flung it open, but she didn’t
even wave; she was holding her sides as she laughed at
him. When he’d closed the door behind him, Joanna
dressed herself and got to the window in time to see
his car peeling out of their driveway just as Dick
slowed to turn in. The expression on Stephanie’s face
was priceless.

=== === === ===

It didn’t take long after Stephanie got a whiff of
the quilts in the dining room for her to figure out
what had happened. Even if she didn’t get the idea
right away, the shit-eating grin on Joanna’s face would
have clued her in. The young woman was furious, but
guests started to come in from their daytime activities
and there was no way for her to get Joanna alone.

It wasn’t until the next day, when things quieted
down after breakfast and Dick went to the TV station
to tape his show, that Stephanie got her chance. Joanna
was at the front desk, balancing the inn’s accounts,
when the maid stormed across the lobby toward her.

Their argument was short and loud, but didn’t give
Stephanie any satisfaction. Joanna had, as she pointed
out several times, only given back in kind — and
proved a point about what men wanted, too. Stephanie
insisted Joanna’s trick had worked only because Michael
was easily seduced, but that only allowed Joanna to say
that Michael’s horniness was the only way Stephanie had
landed him.

The argument was going nowhere but Stephanie didn’t
want to give in; she wasn’t used to doing that with
anyone. It was out of sheer frustration, then, that she
blurted it out.

“Any man would want me. Why, if I wanted to, I
could get the next man through that door to do me!”

Joanna, who had been laughing her way through the
argument, waited until her chuckles subsided before
replying.

“You’re on,” she said.

“What?”

“You’re on. Let’s see you do it. Let’s see you get
the next man through that door to fuck that sorry
little pussy of yours.”

“Joanna, I wasn’t serious!”

“Chicken?”

“I am not!”

“Then do it.”

Stephanie’s eyes were blazing, but she was cornered
and she knew it. It simply wasn’t in her to end a fight
with someone else getting the last word.

“All right,” she said. “I’ll do it.”

The front door swung open just a few seconds later.

“Hi,” said the scruffy leader of the trio that
walked in. “I’m Larry. This is my brother Darryl, and
this is my other brother Darryl.” The two other men,
even scruffier and filthier, nodded their greetings.

Stephanie’s eyes grew wide and round, and she spun
around and mouthed the words to Joanna: “I can’t do
it.”

The older woman came out from behind the desk and
stood next to Stephanie. She said hello to the men, and
out of the side of her mouth whispered to the maid.
“You promised,” she said. “Chicken?”

While Stephanie shut her eyes to think, Larry asked
Joanna about the chore she’d called them over for.
Stephanie’s eyes shot open.

“You called them? You knew they were coming?”

Larry cut in. “You bet, Miss Stephanie. Now where’s
that ditch that needs digging?”

Joanna smiled at Stephanie and turned to the men.
“Oh, sorry, Larry, it turns out we didn’t need that,
after all. But Stephanie needs some help upstairs.
Don’t you?”

Stephanie felt sick, but her natural stubbornness
fought back. There was no way she was going to let
Joanna get the upper hand.

“That’s right, boys,” she said sweetly. “Could you
follow me?”

=== === === ===

Joanna waited a few minutes after Stephanie had
led the filthy trio up the stairs before she tiptoed
up herself and knelt before the keyhole to the maid’s
room.

She was surprised to see Stephanie had apparently
chosen the brute force approach. The young girl was
lying naked and spread-eagled on her bed, directly
across from the door. Joanna had a perfect view of her
wide-open snatch.

It occurred to the older woman that, while
Stephanie’s body was somewhat skimpy, it had its own
charms. It certainly didn’t look like it would take
much to convince any normal man to strip and fuck, but
Stephanie seemed to be having a hard time getting the
boys to understand.

“Come on, Larry,” the maid pleaded. “Do I have to
rip your clothes off myself? Look.” She pointed to her
crotch. “This is my cunt.” She rubbed her breasts. “And
this is my tit, and this is my other tit. Now let’s get
to it!”

Joanna heard some scuffling noises and then saw the
three men stride into her field of view, each stripped
naked and sporting medium-sized hard-ons. She was sur-
prised to realize they looked even dirtier with their
clothes off, and for a second or two she regretted
goading Stephanie into it. Then she remembered what the
young girl had done to her husband, and settled in to
watch the fun.

“One ground rule,” Stephanie was saying as Larry
knelt to shove his cock into her pussy and the other
two opened their mouths to gobble up her tits. “No
kissing on the mouth.”

One of the Darryls whispered something in Larry’s
ear, and the spokesman paused with his cock just at the
opening of Stephanie’s cunt. “Darryl wants to know, do
you mean him kissing Darryl, or you?”

Joanna choked back a laugh as Stephanie shouted
“Neither!”

Without further talk, the foursome launched into a
blistering series of sex acts. As Joanna watched from
her vantage point, one after another the men slammed
their cocks into the young girl’s slit and spewed their
cum deep inside her. She refused to suck their dicks,
and had to struggle a bit when one of the Darryls tried
to shove his shaft up her asshole. Even without that,
Stephanie was clearly the worse for wear when it was
all over. Her normally perfect hair was a mass of
tangles and her makeup was smeared and runny. Joanna
stared at the bedraggled sight so intently that she
almost didn’t realize that it was all over until one
of the men backed up against the door as he was putting
on his pants. She had to dash into her room and slip
behind the door to avoid their eyes as Larry, Darryl
and Darryl thumped down the stairs and out of the inn.

Just a couple of minutes after that, to Joanna’s
astonishment, she looked out and saw Stephanie leaving
her room — again looking perfect, hair combed just
so, makeup all in place. The older woman stepped out
of her room.

“Stephanie! How did you do that?”

“I just spread my legs and let them come on in,
Joanna, what do you think?” Though she looked perfect,
there was a slight haziness in Stephanie’s voice.

“I don’t mean that,” Joanna said. “I mean how did
you clean yourself up so fast?” She sniffed the air.
“And you even smell nice! I’d expect you to smell of
cum and old, dead animals after what you’ve been
through.”

Stephanie showed her bright, gleaming teeth. “Oh,
Joanna, you poor thing. We Vanderkellens NEVER sweat,
and we never give off odors. Really, Joanna, you
should know better.”

Another time, Joanna would have been put off by
her vanity, but now it somehow seemed just the right
personality to fit her body. She didn’t even mind
when the maid went on.

“And I think I’ve proved my point, Joanna.”

“Which was?”

“That men prefer a young, perky body like mine.
Even men like — like those three. And don’t think I
don’t know what you did, Joanna — daring me like that
when you knew they were coming over!”

Joanna laughed and slipped a hand around
Stephanie’s shoulder. “You’re right, I did set you up.
But I’m not so sure you’ve proved your point. Tell you
what, Stephanie, I’ll make you another bet.”

“Another bet? And who will I have to bed this
time?”

“This time the bet’s on me,” Joanna said, ignoring
the question. “I’ll bet you that I can seduce the last
person in the world you’d ever think would go to bed
with me.”

“The last — who, Joanna?”

“You’ll see — in fact, I’ll make sure you do. You
hide in the closet in our room, and watch what
happens.”

Shortly thereafter Stephanie was nestled between
two of Dick’s heavy overcoats, peering through the
narrow slit of the closet doors. Joanna, meanwhile,
slipped into the bathroom. A few minutes later she
emerged. Instead of her old around-the-house clothes,
she had on a lacy red peignoir, so sheer as to be al-
most transparent. Clearly visible underneath were a
dark red bra straining to hold in her massive tits and
a silky bikini brief — little more than two small
triangles of material with spaghetti-thin strips on
the sides. Even without high heels, Joanna’s legs
looked miles long, and the curves of her body through
the misty red garment were lush and inviting.

Joanna crawled onto the bed, her breasts hanging
down as she faced the closet.

“Can you see all right, Stephanie?”

The young girl’s voice, muffled slightly, called
out that she could see just fine but wanted to know
when the action would start.

“In just a little while,” Joanna said. “So what do
you think of my outfit? Think it’ll work?”

Another muffled response.

“I can’t quite hear you, dear. Why don’t you come
a little closer? There’s no one else here yet.”

Stephanie’s face appeared between the closet doors.
“I said, you do look quite attractive in that, Joanna.”
She frowned slightly. “More than I would have imagined.
I think I’ve been underestimating you a bit.”

Joanna grinned and stroked her body. “So it’s not
too bad for an old broad, is it?”

“No, not at all!” Stephanie seemed surprised at her
own enthusiasm. She started to withdraw back into the
closet.

“Don’t go yet,” Joanna said. “Keep me company until
— you know.” As she spoke, the older woman slid her
long legs around until her feet were dangling over the
end of the bed closest to the closet and she was sit-
ting up. She raised her knees up and hugged them to
herself.

“I don’t know, Joanna,” Stephanie said, a hint of
petulance in her voice. “Just what is going to happen?”

The older woman smiled — a little smile to
Stephanie but a big one in her mind. “What do you
think? Someone’s going to come and make love to me!”
Joanna turned sideways, stretching out her long legs.
“Someone’s going to caress me like this.” She slid her
hands up and down the smooth skin, from hips to ankles.
“And then someone’s going to take off my peignoir.”
She pulled the wispy garment off and let it drop to
the floor. Joanna snuck a peek at Stephanie; the young
girl had taken a step half out of the closet. “And
someone’s going to take off my bra.” She unhooked the
clasp and tossed the bra aside. Her breasts hung down
full, the nipples already fully erect. Joanna heard a
small gasp from the closet.

“And someone will caress my breasts, and lick them,
and suck on them.” She squeezed her tits with the sides
of her arms and then stroked them, drawing her finger
in slow circles that ended up on the tip of each
nipple. There was a rustling noise in the closet.

“Yes, someone will make love to my breasts. Slow,
passionate love. And we’ll kiss, deep, hot, wet kisses
that last for days. And we’ll roll around on the bed.”
Joanna fell onto her back, spreading her legs wide and
pointing her crotch toward the closet as she stroked
and rubbed herself all over. She heard low moans coming
from the young maid.

“And then, do you know what, Stephanie? Then I’ll
slip off my panties, just like this.” She rolled the
skimpy panties down her legs slowly and kicked them
off. Falling again onto her back, Joanna pointed her
knees to the ceiling and began to pet her silky bush
and finger her already lubricated slit. “And we’ll
make love. Passionate love. Hard, hot, driving sex.”
She picked up the tempo of her fingers, slipping them
inside her and beginning to push them in and out,
faster and faster. “Harder, harder!” Her hips began to
bounce up and down in time with her fingers.

“Oh, god, Joanna!” Stephanie cried out from the
closet. “You’re making me so hot! When will it start?”

Joanna smiled broadly and slipped her fingers out
of her twat. “Very, very soon,” she said, getting off
the bed and walking over to the closet. When she opened
the doors quickly, she caught Stephanie with one hand
still buried in her own cunt.

“Sooner than you can imagine,” Joanna said, quietly
now. She reached down and pulled Stephanie’s hand up.
Staring straight into the young girl’s eyes, Joanna
took Stephanie’s hand up to her lips and began to lick
at it. She took each finger into her mouth, sucking at
them so hard her cheeks hollowed.

“Joanna!” Stephanie’s mouth fell open.

The older woman brought the young girl’s hand down,
sliding it over her large breasts and flat stomach,
until it was brushing her cunt. Then she took her own
hand, still wet with her pussy juices, and pressed it
to Stephanie’s lips.

“Oh, Joanna,” Stephanie whispered, and began to
lick. Imitating Joanna, she took the older woman’s
hand in hers and sucked the fingers in one by one.

Gently, Joanna pulled her hand away at last and
took a step forward. She bent her head down and pressed
her lips to Stephanie’s, savoring the taste of the
mingled fluids. The young girl still was shy at first,
but Joanna pressed on, opening her mouth and using her
hot tongue to tease Stephanie’s lips until they opened
to her probing.

Before long Stephanie and Joanna were locked in a
tight embrace, their mouths crushed together as their
hands explored each other’s holes. Slowly, step by
step, Joanna pulled Stephanie out of the closet and
toward the bed. When the backs of her legs brushed
against the downy quilt Joanna broke their embrace and
sat down, crawling back until her head was against the
pillows, opening her legs wide.

“Joanna, I never…” Stephanie whispered. The older
woman shushed her.

“You’re a little over dressed,” Joanna said with
a smile.

Even as she spoke, Stephanie was unbuttoning her
blouse. Soon her clothes were tumbled in a heap on the
floor and the young girl, stark naked, was crawling
across the big bed toward Joanna.

They kissed again, Stephanie’s small, firm breasts
rubbing against Joanna’s big, pillowy tits, their hands
exploring each other’s bodies. Then Stephanie slid down
and began to kiss and suckle the massive mammaries.
Joanna sighed.

“Yes,” she said, “just like I said. Make love to
them, Stephanie. Slow, passionate love.”

Stephanie took her time, savoring every square inch
of Joanna’s lushness. Before long the older woman felt
herself beginning to melt and she pushed Stephanie
down, down, down, until the young girl’s mouth was
hovering over her cunt.

She thrilled at the first touch of Stephanie’s wet
tongue, sliding along the musky folds. “Oh, god, yes,”
Joanna moaned, pressing the girl’s head down onto her.
“Harder, Stephanie, harder!” And then, with a loud,
deep groan, Joanna felt her body flood with an incre-
dible orgasm just as the maid’s tongue slid between her
pussy lips and into her soaking wet tunnel.

Stephanie seemed stunned by the immediate reaction
and started to pull away, but Joanna closed her thighs
around the young girl’s head, refusing to let her up.
“Don’t stop,” she insisted, as the tremors of her pas-
sion raced up and down her body.

Stephanie went back to work, driving her tongue
deep into Joanna’s womanhood, while a gush soaked into
the mattress. Joanna slipped her own hand down to her
cunt, rolling her sensitive clit around between her
fingers while the maid ministered to her pussy.

A second orgasm followed quickly on the first. This
one was so violent that Joanna’s body was thrown up
into the air again and again.

Stephanie slid back up the older woman’s sweaty
body and planted a few delicate kisses on her lips.
Joanna would have been content to just lie there, but
she felt an obligation to her young lover.

Before long Stephanie was squatting astride the
older woman’s face, lowering her cunt to an already
searching tongue. Even the young girl’s musk was
flowery, Joanna thought, as she licked the smooth skin
on the inside of Stephanie’s thighs, working her way
closer and closer to the hot, wet center.

And then she was inside, her tongue driving between
Stephanie’s tight folds and plunging into her cunt.
Joanna’s hands reached up and sought out the firm
breasts, squeezing them passionately as she continued
to lap up the young girl’s juices.

In time Joanna felt her strength returning and she
began to buck her hips up at the empty air, feeling a
longing in her loins. Stephanie turned her head back
and saw. She pivoted, keeping her cunt poised above
Joanna’s probing tongue, and bent down until her
breasts hung down onto the older woman’s heaving
stomach. When Stephanie again put her tongue to
Joanna’s pussy, the older woman felt an electric
shock race through every nerve. The two women buried
their tongues in each other, their hands sinking into
the soft flesh of their buttocks, pleasuring each other
over and over.

Feeling her own orgasm near, Joanna slid away from
Stephanie’s mouth, hoping to prolong the joyful agony
a bit longer. Their slick bodies slid easily over each
other as they grappled on the bed, the sheets and quilt
tangling beneath them, pillows tumbling to the floor.
In time they found themselves face to face again, hug-
ging tightly, pressing passionate kisses onto each
other’s breasts, neck, lips. And then Joanna could
stand it no longer. She entwined her legs with
Stephanie’s and began to hump against the young girl’s
cunt, desperately shoving her own hot pussy against
the maid’s crotch.

It wasn’t enough. Soon they were scissored to-
gether, Joanna with her head at the top of the bed,
Stephanie’s head at its foot, their cunts pressed
tightly together. Joanna’s fingers sought out and
buried themselves in Stephanie’s tight twat just as
the young girl pressed her fingers into Joanna’s
opening.

By now their moans were echoing off the walls as
they drew nearer and nearer to what Joanna was sure
would be colossal orgasms. Faster and faster they
prodded each other until at last a blaze of white-hot
passion burst in Joanna’s groin and spread quickly
through her entire body. She felt each muscle fiber
contract, paralyzing her body, and then let go, and
then contract again, a cycle repeated hundreds of
times as the seconds flew past.

Vaguely she was aware of Stephanie launching into
her own orgasm, all flailing legs and whirling arms
and loud, shrieking cries. To Joanna’s surprise, she
found herself joining in the shouts. She had never
thought of herself as a screamer before, but she felt
loud bellows being wrung from her.

So caught up was she in her passion that she didn’t
hear the door to the room open, and it took several
repetitions before she could puzzle out the words of
the person who was now standing in the doorway.

“Joanna! Stephanie! I heard the screams and I was
afraid — I was — oh, my!”

The speaker began to back out, but Joanna raised
a hand, palm out. Then she looked down at Stephanie,
who smiled and nodded. Joanna turned her hand around,
curling the fingers toward herself in a beckoning
gesture.

“Come here, George,” she said in a husky whisper.