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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: Climbing the Ladder
Part: 1 of 4
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Language: English


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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several notes.  The following is a sex story.
A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters
and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is
properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility
for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's
hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility...Wow !  Don't
get me started.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  Have written about this subject before, many years ago in "The
Goose and the Gander." An updated version ?  I doubt it.  Different
characters, different scnerio but still chocked full of the usual, fucking
and sucking.  Enjoy !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   Climbing the Ladder

   Part One

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter One

   It was Saturday.  It was hot.  August in Southern Nevada was always hot.
Peggy Patterson drove slowly through the parking lot that was surrounded on
three sides by another brand new strip mall.  She wondered when the
construction was going to end.  It seemed like just a couple of years ago
this was just miles and miles of desert.  Peggy felt that it was better the
way it was.

   The store was located in the far reaches of the strip mall, not a very
good location.  Hard to find.  It was a vacuum cleaner store.  Her husband,
Dean, got a job working there part time about a year ago.  Peggy was
disappointed in his job selection, but then she'd been disappointed in his
career goals ever since he retired from the service over ten years ago. 
They were hardly getting younger, now in their mid-fifties, and he was
selling vacuum cleaners part time.

   Peggy parked her Camry.  When she exited the car she was met by the
usual blast of super heated air that a temperature of a hundred and ten
produces.  It seemed hotter, especially as she walked across the black top.
She was dressed as she usually did on a Saturday when she ran her errands,
slacks, two inch heeled pumps with a casual blouse.  Her dark hair was cut
short in a shag as she couldn't stand longer hair in this heat.

   The store was cool when she entered but her clothes still stuck to her
skin.  Whoever said, "...but it's a dry heat" was full of shit.  Peggy
could hear her husband in the back talking with the owner.  She made her
way through the displays and found them watching a pre-season pro football
game.  Neither of them acknowledged her, both ensconsed with the action on
the screen.  After a few moments the owner noticed her.

   "Well, Peggy, great to see you again !" He called.  She'd been to the
store several times since her husband started working there.  Her husband
looked over at her and waved.  She moved back behind the partition that
separated the front of the store from what the owner called the "shop
area," where they repaired vacuum cleaners.

   "The mall looks busy.  Business good ?" Peggy asked.

   The owner, Trae Trembol, answered her.  "Pretty shitty today but this
week will be another record.  Got'em flying out the door.  Gonna be a great
year !" Trae was several inches shorter than her husband and about fifty
pounds heavier but not an unattractive man.  He just never seemd to dress
professionaly when he was tending the store.  Today was shorts, a loud
Hawaiian shirt and sandals.  Peggy always wondered how he acquired such a
young, cute wife.  Peggy noticed the wife wasn't in today.

   The three of them chatted for just a few moments before Trae offered to
buy them all lunch.  Trae often ordered out at lunch and always treated
Dean.  The Pizza Palace was just a couple of doors down and it employed
several cute, teenage girls, who Trae liked to flirt with.

   Peggy opted out of the free lunch saying she had some errands to run
before getting her toe nails painted at a nail salon across town.  Dean and
Peggy made their way to the front door.  Trae spent that time observing his
employee's wife.  She was a very attractive woman.  Not more than five-two
or three with a small bust but a real meaty, tight ass.  Tighter pants and
he would have got a woody watching her walk across the parking lot.  He
would love to get his dick sliding up and down the crack of her ass.  He
grabbed a hold of his cock, watching her butt twitch on the way to her car.

   A little later, Trae sent Dean home early as there was just not much
traffic.  Plus one of the pizza girls got off in thirty minutes.  He was
sure she would drop by to "shoot the shit" before she went home.  Trae was
making very good progress with her and was sure he could ask her out in a
short while.  He was looking forward to fucking the big titted teenager.  A
little heavy around the hips and butt but the tits made up for it.

   Tina Trembol saw the teenager walking toward the vacuum cleaner store as
she was parking her car.  God !  The girl was stacked.  The last time she
talked to her husband about the teenager he said he was making progress. 
She wondered how much ?  Tina was disappointed she didn't see Dean's car in
the parking lot.  She liked flirting with him, a good looking retired
military man.  Maybe twelve, fifteen years older than she was.

   Dena Templeton was leaning against the counter.  Trae was sitting on the
bar stool behind the counter.  The teenager was talking about how many
pizzas they sold during her shift.  Trae was hardly listening as he just
noticed his wife's car in the parking lot.  The teenager's tits looked huge
in the uniform top they made her wear.

   "Mister Trembol, remember you said you could score me liquor any time I
wanted it.  Still true." She knew the store owner was soft on her.  He made
it so obvious when they were alone.  Now when his wife was here, not so
much.  But still he flirted.  And the wife was a good looking lady.  She
knew it was her breasts.  He oogled them all the time.  It turned her on.

   "Sure thing, Dena.  As soon as I close up.  I'll go right across the
mall.  Won't take a minute.  You gonna party tonight, honey ?" He was
leaning over toward her, like a co-conspirator.

   "I think so.  It depends on whether my girl friend's parents go out."

   "Well, that doesn't sound too promising." The opening was too good to
pass up.  His wife was walking across the parking lot.  "If it doesn't work
out, I might be able to get a kitchen pass and we could go out drinking
together.  If that sounds cool ?"

   Dena just noticed the wife stepping up on to the sidewalk outside the
shop.  "Yea, that might work out.  What about my friend ?" The wife was
pushing the door open.

   "Bring her." Trae smiled at her.  She was hot for it.  Trae jumped away
from the counter.  "Oh !  Hi, dear.  You caught us !" He laughed but the
teenager was blushing.

   "Well...Well, what are you two doing ?" Tina cried as she opened the
door.  "He's probably trying to talk you into going out drinking with him ?
Am I right, Dena.  How's the Pizza Palace doing ?" She laughed a little at
the teenager's discomfort.  God !  Her tits were huge.  "And what's the
dirty old man going to do ?  Play with himself ?" She laughed again and the
teenager laughed with her.  Dena had backed away from the counter.

   "Watch the store, Tina.  I'm taking Dena to the liquor store." He came
around the counter and patted his wife's tight, lean butt on the way to the
door.  "Come on, Dena.  Let's go get the booze."

   Dena followed the older man out of the store and to his car.  Tina
watched them.  Seemed like things were heating up between the teenager and
her husband.  She wondered where Dean was ?  She was hoping to flirt with
him again today.  She was almost positive that with a little patience she'd
be able to get his cock out of his pants.

   Just today Tina heard from one of their friends, who was a desk manager
down at the hotel\casino they often frequented.  Trae prefered spending the
night after an evening of drinking and carousing downtown.  It was much
cheaper than the strip and they offered more comps.  Anyway, this friend of
their's has a buddy working at the hotel\casino where Dean's wife worked.
Her nickname, behind her back, was "ice princess."

   Tina didn't believe that for a moment.  It was all for show, the way she
acted around the office.  No fratranization with her subordinates. 
Probably a military thing.  Her husband was in long enough.  She'd met
Peggy several times and figured, by the way she acted, that her husband
wasn't getting enough pussy.  Tina also figured if you poured enough booze
and drugs into her, she'd fuck like a "strip" whore.  She knew Trae was
going to make a play for her.  It was just a matter of time.  That left
Dean to her and she had some very nasty plans for Dean Patterson.

   Trae and Dena were back at the teenager's car.  The girl had put the
paper bag into her front seat and was talking with her husband.  A few
minutes later the girl drove away and Trae made his way across the parking
lot.

   "May be going out tonight.  Okay with you ?" He asked as he entered the
store.

   "Sure.  Is she going to call you ?" Tina asked.

   "Yea, sorry, Tina.  I don't think she'll go for a three way on the first
date." He laughed, then continued.  "But you never know now-a-days.  Keep
your cell phone on.  What are you planning on doing ?"

   "Oh !  I'll go out with some girl friends or go shopping.  You gonna try
to fuck her tonight ?"

   "Shit, yea !  I think she's hot for it.  I had my hand on her thigh the
whole way over and back.  She didn't say a word.  She wants to try some old
man dick.  I can tell." They both laughed.  Suddenly some customers came
through the front door.  Trae rushed to wait on them.  A couple and the
woman was very good looking.  Tina remembered the time this hot chick came
into the store and Trae got a hardon waiting on her.  Tina was almost sure
she noticed and Trae was sure he could have fucked her if Tina hadn't been
in the store at the time.

   Chapter Two

   Dena Templeton felt anxious as she dialed his number.  She knew it was
just the fear of the unknown.  A little of that could be excitement.  Her
girl friend's parents didn't go out and the girl friend got grounded for
some stupid thing her parents prohibited her from doing.  Jesus !  She was
nineteen.  Totally legal.  Well, not for drinking !

   She wondered what he would tell his wife as she listened to his phone
ringing.  It was through three rings.  He was probably closing up, didn't
have his phone with him.

   "Dena !" He was excited.  She could tell.  They talked for three or four
minutes before the call was terminated.  After that call, Trae paged
through his contact numbers.  He pressed the talk button.  The phone was
ringing.

   Ty Carson, a manager at the Luckbetter Hotel and Casino in downtown Las
Vegas, dug his cell phone out of his pocket.  It was his buddy, Trae
Trembol.  He'd just talked with his wife, Tina, before he came on duty this
afternoon.

   "Hey !  What's happening, Trae ?  You get the word on the `ice princess'
?" He laughed into the phone.  Trae said that Tina just told him the story.
He guaranteed success.  Ty kept laughing.  The call went on for five or six
minutes as Ty arranged for a room for his buddy, Trae.

   When Trae got off the phone, Tina asked.  "So it's on, huh ?" Trae
nodded his head.

   "Yea, Dena Templeton is going to get her ass fucked off tonight, honey.
I wish you could be there, helping." He laughed a little.  Tina was getting
horny thinking of what her husband was going to do with the teenager.

   The two of them closed up the store and drove home in their separate
cars.  Trae didn't have to pick up the teenager until six-thirty at a
McDonalds nestled in the center of the old Green Valley.

   *****

   Trae and Dena were in his car and on the 95 heading north toward
downtown Las Vegas, coming from Henderson.  She was waiting for him in the
McDonalds but they had to go to her car to get her liquor.  They were
talking about just about nothing as they cruised along.

   Trae entered the Luckbettor Hotel and Casino like he owned the place. 
The Trembol's had been using the Luckbettor since they moved to Las Vegas
over ten years ago from California.  During that time Tina and Trae Trumbol
had bounced from job to job until they accumulated enough money to buy the
vacuum store.  It was so much better to work for yourself.  So much more
freedom.

   "So you want to head up to the room or gamble a little ?" Trae asked her
as they moved away from the registration desk.

   "I can't gamble, Mister Trembol."

   "Here, Dena, you can do anything I say you can do." True to his word not
a person challenged her while they were at the blackjack table.  She lost
several hands before Trae suggested they go up to the room and have a
couple of drinks.

   Dena was excited, gambling.  Now they were on the way to the room and
she was really glad her friend didn't make it because she was sure Trae was
going to come on to her.  He was always touching her, on the shoulder,
waist, hip, arm.  It was a turn on.  She asked him early on whether his
wife was coming ?  Trae asked her if she wanted his wife here ?  He was
looking at her like she was naked.  She'd seen that look in her prior boy
friends.  She'd seen that look in women.  Of course she didn't want his
wife there.

   Trae smiled at her.  It was a done deal.  They were at the elevators. 
He had his hand on her hip and allowed it to wander across her ass as they
waited.  She hardly flinched and then moved closer to him.  He had his hand
on her bra strap as he guided her into the waiting elevator.  To the sixth
floor they went.  He kept his hand on her bra strap.

   She was wearing a long sleave "T" shirt that ended just above her belly
button, a deep indentation.  She was wearing a bra under the "T" shirt and
it was very visible through her shirt, not the color just the outline.  Her
jeans were bell bottoms and ended around her feet, which had some boots on
them.  Her purse was like a carry-all and Trae was wondering if she planned
on spending the night ?

   He kept his hand on one ass cheek as they walked down the hall and he
gave that cheek a nice squeeze when he took his hand away to open the door.
The room was a small suite with a king size bed behind closed double doors
on the left.  The bathroom was off the bedroom which was just a little
larger than the bed.  There was a nice view out the window in the front
room, the "Strip" in the far distance.

   There was also a well stocked bar against the far wall.  "You won't need
your liquor here, Dena.  Treat's on the vacuum store.  For all the hot
pizza.  Thanks, babe !" He crossed the room, took the liquor bottle out of
her hand and put it on the bar.  She was looking out the window.

   Trae took a hold of her hips.  She had a large, fat butt, tight in the
bell bottoms.  They were low on her hips and he was sure if he pulled a
little, her butt crack would show.  He had a nice boner growing in his
slacks.

   "This is a great view, Mister Trembol." He squeezed her hips.  No
flinching now.  He ran his hands up to her bare waist and gave it a firm
squeeze before stepping away from her and heading toward the bar.

   "What do you want to drink, Dena ?" He was behind the bar.  "You ever
had a whisky sour ?  And call me Trae, honey."

   "A whisky sour sounds cool.  What's in it ?"

   "Sweet and sour with whisky." He was already mixing a batch in the
blender.  He added his usual extra ingredients which weren't on any FDA
approved list of anything.  More likely on a DEA list of prohibited drugs;
like some cocaine along with some meth topped off with a little "E." Very
small amounts, mind you, and it drives them wild.  He was carrying the
drinks to the window.  She was still staring at the skyline.

   They toasted and then he showed her the bedroom, opening the double
doors.  There was a big screen TV on the wall.  It was tuned to some MTV
like station and they were playing a music video, the music now coming out
into the front room.  Trae went over to the couch in the front room and sat
down.

   "The bathroom's in there.  Off to your left.  See it ?" He called to
her. "You want to get high ?" She looked over at him from the bedroom.  She
could see the door to the bathroom.  She walked toward the couch.

   "You really got some ?!" She sounded excited.  He was pulling a baggie
and pipe out of his pants' pocket.  He put them on the table next to the
couch.  He patted the seat next to him and she sat right there, their legs
touching.  Trae's cock jumped in his slacks.  His Hawaiian shirt covered
his boner.

   He packed the pipe in silence.  He offered it to her.  She pushed it
back to him.  He took a hit.  It was good California shit and very potent.
At a hundred dollars an eighth it ought to be !  He passed her the pipe. 
She eagerly drew on the stem as she lit the bowl.

   "So, where's your boy friend ?  Out of town ?" Trae asked as he took the
pipe from her.  She was over half way through the whisky sour.  He took a
hit.

   "I don't have one." She took the pipe from him and took another rip off
the bowl.

   "Oh !  Come on, now.  Babe, some guy's got to have his hands on you.  I
can't believe it !"

   "I've got a girl friend." Dena was so hot to tell him that.  She knew it
would turn him on.  She'd seen the lump in his slacks.  He sure dressed
better when he went out than he did at his store.  "I've had lots of boy
friends, just a while ago."

   She just realized how very stoned she was.  She leaned back against the
back of the couch.  Her mamoth tits were tight against her "T" shirt.  He
was looking right at them.  He reached over with his right hand and took a
hold of her right breast.  It was much larger than his hand.  He squeezed
her breast and rubbed his thumb and fingers across the expanse.  He weighed
the breast in the palm of his hand.

   "I bet your girl friend likes these." He was looking right at her.  She
was very turned on even though he'd removed his hand from her breast.  Trae
stood and moved toward the bedroom.  He called back to her.

   "What time you have to be home ?" He turned to find her taking another
rip off the pipe.  She was holding her breath.  He smiled at her.

   "When ever.  My parents are visiting my grandmother at some retirement
home in Salt Lake City." She said as she exhaled.  The smoke coming out in
bursts.

   He smiled at her and fired another question.  She was sitting up,
emptying the pipe into an astray.  Her tits were hanging down and like huge
balloons of breast meat.  She started packing the pipe with weed.

   "You wanna go back downstairs ?  Order room service ?" She was shaking
her head back and forth while taking another hit off the pipe.  Her breasts
were swaying back and forth.

   "Then I'm changing into something more comfortable.  Kick your boots off
if you want." Trae disappeared into the bedroom and in a moment she could
hear the water running in the bathroom.  Dena took another hit off the pipe
and wondered if he'd come out naked !?  Omigod !  She was so very stoned.

   Trae wandered out of the bedroom wearing a pair of dark blue sweat pants
with a white "T" shirt, barefooted.  Dena could see his penis pushing
against the material of his sweat pants.  She started laughing.  So did he.
Trae knew she was looking at his cock.  He flexed and his penis moved
strongly in his sweat pants.  She was staring at his crotch and still
laughing.

   He dropped to his knees at her feet with his hands on her knees.  Her
legs spread a little and he could see the crotch of her jeans pulled tight
across her groin.  You could make out her camel toe.

   "I can't decide what to do first.  Fuck you or call my wife and tell her
to come down here.  She likes girls too.  What do think, Dena ?" He ran his
hands up the inside of her thighs and they parted.  She wanted to fuck. 
Trae smiled at her.  She was smiling back at him.

   Chapter Three

   When he mentioned his wife she got goose bumps.  Dena was so hot to get
naked with him.  She'd go insane if they were both touching her, tasting
her.  She imagined him fucking her while she licked his wife's pussy.  She
wanted to touch herself but now he was touching her between her legs,
running his hands and fingers over her crotch.  She spread her legs further
apart.  Trae smiled and began to run the heel of his hand up and down her
crotch.  She was pushing back at him.  Her crotch was damp and warm.

   "I want to eat your pussy, Dena.  I bet you like having your pussy
eaten." His hands were at her waist opening her bell bottoms and pulling
the zipper down.  She lifted her hips and Trae pulled the jeans down over
her hips.  She was wearing tiny black panties and they came down too,
showing her saved mons.

   "Ooooh !  I like, honey." Trae pulled her boots off one at a time as he
stared at the teenager's crotch, devoid of hair.  Her pants ended up over
where he tossed her boots.  Her panties were around her ankles.  He leaned
back.

   "Pull your panties up, honey." She stood and pulled her panties up. 
Trae buried his tongue into her deep belly button and reamed it out good.
His hands captured her almost bare butt cheeks and started massaging them,
rubbing them together.  His tongue started fucking in and out of her belly
button.

   Dena could hardly stand.  She had her hands on his shoulders as his
tongue was fucking her naval.  She wanted to get his tongue in her cunt,
doing what it was doing to her belly button.  She tried to fall back on to
the couch but couldn't.  His hands were prying her ass cheeks apart.  She
could feel fingers coming toward her anus and vagina.  They kept coming and
didn't stop until a finger slipped up her very wet vagina.

   Dena cried out when his finger ran up into her cunt.  She started moving
her hips back and forth.  His tongue was still fucking in and out of her
belly button.

   Trae let go of her and she sank to the couch.  Her legs spread apart and
the crotch of her panties no longer covered her cunt lips, two fat meat
patties.

   "Take'em off, Dena." She lurched up to get her panties off over her hips
and then raised her legs to strip them off.  Trae took them from her.  He
smelled them.  She smelled good.  He was hungry.  He tossed the panties
over by her boots.  He grabbed her around the hips and dragged her ass to
the very edge of the couch and then pushed her legs up in the air above her
head.  Her shaved cunt was right there between her meaty thighs.

   He let his hands slide down her legs until he had a hand behind each
knee.  He spread her thighs wider and bent his head to her cunt.  One swipe
from asshole to clitoris, nice and slow.  Her cunt thrust up into his face.
His tongue dug deep into her cunt, another thrust.  When his tongue reached
her clitoris, a nice bud of a clit it was, she was moaning and wiggling her
hips around.

   Dena was out of her mind.  She started whimpering when he stuck his
finger in her and pumped it in and out while licking her clitoris.  Soon he
had a finger in her ass and a finger in her cunt.  He pumped them in and
out while holding her legs with one hand.  Dena was now crying out and
thrusting back at the fingers that were fucking her.

   Trae slowly lowered her feet to the floor after he pulled his fingers
out of her.  He was rubbing her shaved crotch with the heel of his hand. 
She was grinding back at him.

   "You like that, honey ?" Dena opened her eyes and looked up at him.  He
was getting to his feet.  His hand was no longer between her legs.  He was
reaching down for her with his hands.  "Come on, Dena.  Let's go to the
bedroom.  I wanna call my wife while you're sucking my cock." Her eyes were
slits and Trae was positive the teenager was on cloud number sixty-nine.

   He grabbed his phone off the bar as he pulled the teenager to the
bedroom.  He threw the phone on to the bed and jumped up on it.  His boner
was a large lump in the sweat pants.

   "Take off the top, hon.  I wanna play with your tits while you're
blowing me." Dena was like a robot and yanked her top off over her head. 
The sleaves got all bunched up at her wrists.  Trae was stroking his cock.
There was no mistaking it for anything but a very nice, long cock.  Dena
was looking at it while he stroked it; she was still struggling with her
"T" shirt.

   Trae slid over to the edge of the bed and helped her pull it off.  She
reached behind her back to unhook her bra, a strudy white one with some
pink roses at her cleavage.  Down her arms it went.  Trae whistled.

   "Nice titties, honey." His hands explored them as she stood there, huge
balloons of white breast meat topped with a relatively small areolae with
small nipples, a nice brown color.  He bent and sucked one into his mouth.
One hand dropped to her crotch and she spread her legs so he could caress
her cunt.  He was running a finger up and down her slit.  She was moving.
Dena knew she was more horny than she'd ever been and stoned out of her
mind.  She was flying.  An orgasm was welling up...Here it came.  Her knees
buckled and she would have fallen if he didn't reach under her arms and
pull her up on to the bed.

   Trae slid up and sat against the head board.  Dena was on her belly at
the end of the bed.  She looked up at him.  He was motioning for her to
come closer.  He was pulling his sweat pants off.  They were down over his
hips.  His cock sprang into view.  He laid back with the sweat pants still
well above his knees, his dick pointing up to the ceiling.

   It was a long dick.  She'd only seen one bigger.  Only touched one
bigger and sucked it and fucked it and it was good, real, real good.  She
got to her hands and knees and moved toward him.

   "Take'em off, Dena.  Then suck it, honey." She kneeled and pulled his
sweat pants off.  She threw them over on the side away from the bathroom.
They were both naked now.  Well, he still had his "T" shirt on.  But it
barely covered his big belly.  The hair around his cock and balls was once
shaved, just a stubble remained.

   She had his cock in her hand and was jacking him off.  He was hard.  He
pulled her closer and began to feel her tits.  A few moments later she was
bent over his crotch and sucking his cock.  Trae had one hand on her head,
guiding it on and off his cock.  The teenager had done this before, that he
was sure of.

   *****

   Tina Trembol was out with two of her girl friends.  She used to work
with them on the "Strip" when she was slinging drinks for the tourists. 
She had never been able to entice either one of them with her husband and
neither returned her come-ons but they remained friends and often went out
drinking when their husbands weren't around.

   Her phone went off.  One of her friends had been talking about some new
hotel-casino that was opening next month.  Some of her friends were leaving
their present jobs and getting on there.  Always such a risk.  Tina was
glad she was out of that business.  It was her husband.  Her pulse
quickened.  She put the phone to her ear.

   "Honey, guess who's sucking my cock right now.  Naked as a jay bird and
with the biggest titties I've seen in a long time.  She likes girls too. 
Thought you might be interested ?  We're in room 624." She could hear the
slurping sound the girl was making sucking her husband's cock.

   She whispered, "I'm on my way, honey.  Thanks for the call." He was
laughing in the background.  Her nipples were hard.  If she wasn't wearing
two layers, they'd show.

   *****

   Trae was on his back and the teenager was sucking his cock like a pro.
He wanted to fuck her tits.  God !  They were huge.  He palmed one as her
head bobbed over his crotch.  Her lips were sliding up and down his saliva
soaked cock like a machine.

   He pulled her face out of his crotch and pushed her over on to her back.
She laughed.  Her tits were roaming around on her chest like very large
water balloons.  He got up and straddled her stomach.

   "Push your titties together, honey." She did as commanded and Trae
shoved his cock up her cleavage.  In just moments he was fucking her like
crazy.  Dena got hornier and hornier as he labored between her tits.  He
stopped once and spread her tits apart.  Then he drooled a huge loogie down
between her breasts.  Closed'em up and off he went just fucking the shit
out of her tits.

   Trae was really building up heat between her breasts.  It brought him
closer and he so wanted to give her a pearl necklace.  He was close but was
just fucking breast bone when the dam burst.  Four or five splatters of
semen arched up on to Dena's neck and chin.  He inched closer and pushed
his still turgid cock into her mouth.  She gobbled him up.  When he was
cleaned off, Trae got up off the bed and headed for the bar, his dangling
cock bouncing back and forth between his legs.

   "Clean yourself off in the bathroom, honey." Trae called to her.  Dena
just lay there.  She was wiped out; had never had her breasts fucked. 
There was cum all over her neck and face, her cheeks also.  She rolled off
the bed and made her way to the bathroom.  She jumped into the shower and
turned on the water.

   Trae heard the water go on.  He wandered toward the bathroom with a new
drink in his hand.  She was using the hand shower and had a towel wrapped
around her shoulder length, brown hair.  He got excited watching her nude.
Her tits were all wet and glistening.  Now she was using the shower between
her legs.

   That's when Tina walked in.  Her husband's cock was showing signs of
life and the teenager was douching herself.  Tina immediately started to
take off her clothes as she backed out of the bathroom.  She used the one
piece of furniture in the bedroom besides the bed, a small cabinet, to lay
her clothes on.

   When she was naked, she walked to the bar and poured herself a whisky
sour.  She was ready for sex.  Her tits were tender, nipples erect.  Her
cunt was swollen with blood and ready to be licked or fucked.  She took her
drink as she made her way to the bathroom.  The shower was still running.

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   "Climbing the Ladder"
   Part Two 

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