Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2017 14:58:55 -0700
From: Jim J <aadirtyoldmaninphx1@gmail.com>
Subject: Jill - Part 137

Jill - Part 137


For a moment I just froze standing behind them, my throbbing cock standing
straight out from my body. Jill and Sue looked at each other then each
removed one hand from the window so they could start caressing their
dripping pussies. They both leaned forward with their tits pressed hard
against the glass.

"Won't someone see?" I asked even as a drop of precum dribbled from the
head of my cock in a long string before hitting the thick carpet.

"Probably not," Jill answered, "we're too high up and not facing any other
tall buildings. Besides, so what if some does see?"

"And at best they'll only see our tits bouncing as you fuck us!" Sue
groaned lowly next to her, a light sheen of pussy juices already seeping
down the inside of her legs.

I stepped forward and ran my hands up the inside of both their thighs, my
fingers felt the heat pulsating from their pussies even before the slick
wetness of the juices oozing out of them both. Sue gasped and Jill arched
her back when I slid my fingers between the wet edges of their swollen
pussy lips. Slowly sliding two fingers into each of them, I pressed my
thumbs against their tight assholes until the tips were in them too.

"I'm...close...very...very...close!" Sue gasped so I rammed my cock into
her pussy first while keeping my fingers in Jill's pussy and ass. Sue
shrieked and immediately started to spurt her orgasmic juices on to my rock
hard cock.

After a half dozen or so thrusts, I pulled out of her and plunged my
throbbing cock into Jill's pussy. I looked down to see Sue had three
fingers buried in her dripping hole as she looked up to me with a devilish
grin. The inside of her thighs were slick with her expelled juices.

"My ass...I want you...to fuck me...in my ass...too," she moaned.

Jill looked back over her shoulder as I pumped her pussy deep.

"Yeah, lover, fuck us both in the ass before you cum!" she cooed then
groaned her own spurting orgasm all over my cock and balls.

Pulling my raging hard on out of Jill's pussy, I rubbed the head up and
down in Sue's sopping slit then pushed hard into her tight asshole. She
screeched again and I could feel her finger furiously rubbing her clit as I
pounded her ass. Her tits flopped back and forth in time with my thrusts
and her cheek pressed up against the window glass.

I did everything I could to hold off cumming. Every time I got really
close, I would pull out of the ass or pussy I was fucking and step back for
a few seconds. That worked long enough that I was in Jill's ass for the
second time when I could no longer wait.

My entire body quivered as my cum exploded into Jill's ass. After shooting
three or four strings of sperm into her, I pulled my cock out and jammed it
in to Sue's dripping pussy, finishing my orgasm in her and continuing to
pound her until my cock fully deflated and slid out of her to flop against
my leg.

Sue fell to her knees in front of me even as my legs wobbled and I thought
I might lose my balance. Jill turned as well and together the two of them
licked and sucked my cock and balls clean as I leaned on both hands against
the window. I sank to my knees when they finished and the three of us lay
crumpled on the thick carpeting for several minutes.

Jill finally stirred and rose, cum and juices oozing out of her ass and
pussy slit.

"My how time flies," she laughed, "we have a 1:30 lunch reservation and
then a 3:00 appointment, so we need to get moving."

The three of us scrambled to our feet. Jill led me into the bathroom behind
her desk and we cleaned up as best we could without taking a shower. I was
drying my face when I heard the familiar tinkling sound of pee splashing
into the toilet. I turned to see a smiling Sue sitting with the legs spread
wide, her piss gushing out of her in a warm torrent.

"Too bad we have to get going," she grinned as she dropped her hand between
her legs so her warm piss splattered over her fingers. She brought her piss
covered fingers to her mouth and sucked them in.

"Yeah it is but we do need to go," Jill laughed and swatted my ass while we
watched Sue put on her panties without drying her wet pussy. My cock
throbbed a little.

As we walked out of the office, Jill told one of the young women sitting
there to call and have the carpet cleaned over the weekend and that she and
Sue would be gone the rest of the afternoon. Then they hooked their arms in
mine and we left for lunch.

I was feeling pretty out of place in my jeans and hoodie walking down the
street between to fashionably dressed women in business suits. I became
even more self conscious when we entered an upscale restaurant and the host
cast a skeptical eye toward my attire. Jill leaned forward and said
something I could not hear and he led us to a quiet table.

A server approached and ask me if I cared for anything to drink. I ordered
a beer and noticed he said nothing to Jill or Sue but shortly returned with
my order and a glass of wine for each of them.

"We've been her before," Jill laughed as we sipped our drinks waiting for
our lunch orders.

When we finished eating, Sue kissed us both primly on the cheek and headed
back toward the office. Jill hooked her arm in mine and walked toward the
nearby older downtown district. I never did see a bill for the lunch.

After a few turns, she stopped in front of a small shop with a couple of
suited mannequins in the dusty window. "M. Caruso, Tailor" read the
discrete sign. Jill smiled at me and entered the shop, an actual bell
attached to the top of the door tinkling to announce our arrival. A short
stooped man with wispy gray hair wearing a white shirt and tie with a vest
but no jacket and a ribbon type ruler around his neck stepped through the
door behind the counter.

"How may I help...," he started to say then looking up and smiled
broadly. "Miss Jill, it is so very good to see you again. It has been way
too long, not since...since...."

He sputtered to a stop as Jill walked up and kissed him tenderly on his
cheek.

"Hello, Mr. C.," she said softly, "it has been a long time, much too long."

They chatted quietly for a few moments until Mr. C, even noticed me
standing behind Jill. He raised a questioning eyebrow as he looked me over.

"Mr. C., may I present my friend Cliff," Jill said rather more formally
than I expected, "he needs a few things."

"I would say he does," Mr. C. responded looking me over critically as I
stood there in my jeans and hoodie. "Hmm...well come this way and I'll see
what I can do."

Jill just grinned at me as she motioned for me to follow the old man.

He led us behind the counter, through a short hallway and then a workshop
where a half dozen, mostly old, men worked at sewing machines and cutting
tables. We walked past them all and into a small room with a couple of
comfortable chairs and a low round platform in the center.

"A glass of wine?" Mr. C. asked Jill as she settled into one of the
chairs. Jill nodded and a young man that tagged along behind us since the
workshop left the room and momentarily returned with a filled goblet.

"If you please," Mr. C. said turning to me and indicating I should step on
to the platform. He walked around me twice, looking carefully at what I
wore and how I stood, all the time chatting amicably with Jill.

"When are you going to bring that beautiful boy of yours here for me to
dress properly?" he asked.

"When he stops growing so fast your clothing will still fit him by the time
he gets home!" Jill laughed and crossed her legs.

With the hem of her skirt pulled up,I got an eyeful of her upper
thigh. Standing lower than me and a bit behind, the young man got even a
better view. Jill knew it too as she smiled, sipped her wine and recrossed
her legs, showing just a hint of the panties I knew were soaked with my cum
still oozing out of her pussy and ass.

"If you would be so kind, sir, I can get much better measurements if you
remove that...that...shirt," Mr. C. said with a hint of distaste in his
voice.

Jill giggled as I pulled it over my head and uncrossed her legs to sit with
her knees slightly apart, enough apart to catch just a glimpse of her light
blue panties. Glancing behind me I could see the growing bulge in the young
assistant's trousers.

It didn't take long for Mr. C. to have me stripped down to nothing but my
boxers and socks.

"Do you always wear boxers?" he asked diffidently.

"Usually," I responded.

Handing her now empty glass to the assistant, Jill giggled again. The young
man refilled her glass while never taking his eyes off her exposed upper
thighs.

"My apparel is made to be worn over briefs," Mr. C. stated flatly.

I looked at Jill but she was barely able to suppress her laughter.

"Should I remove my socks as well?" I asked sarcastically as I kicked my
boxers to the pile of my clothes next to the platform to stand naked in
front of them.

"That won't be necessary," Mr. C. declared and started measuring me with
his cloth ruler, "but you do need to spread your leg as wide as you can
manage on the platform."

He started calling out measurements that the young assistant dutifully
entered on the tablet he was carry, between furtive glances at Jill's ever
more visible crotch. Her legs were spread wide enough I could see the way
the material was drawn up into her sticky pussy slit. No doubt the boy
could as well.

My attention went back to the measuring when the old man's finger ever so
lightly brushed across the tip of my cock. I thought it unintentional at
first but a moment later two fingers caressed the bottom of my ball sac.

He stopped calling out numbers and the young assistant moved closer to
Jill's side. She grinned up at me then hiked her skirt up to her waist so
she could slide her hand down into her pale blue panties.

My cock twitched noticeably and the old man took it in his hand, holding
the stiffening shaft carefully as if it were a fragile piece of china. A
string of drool dripped from the side of his mouth toward the floor.

"Oh yes, Mr. C., I think you should take a full measure of my lover here, a
very full measure," Jill gasped, "the way you know I like to watch."

Mr. C. grinned up at me a moment then slid his lips over my now rigid
cock. His mouth was soft and warm and wet. His fingers gently squeezed my
balls as he slowly bobbed his head back and forth, taking me ever deeper
into his mouth until my pubic bone crushed against his nose.

Behind him, Jill pulled the young assistant to her as he unzipped his
trousers and sucked his stiff cock into her mouth. She kept fingering
herself as she sucked him and I could see the growing stain of her pussy
juices creeping across her panties.

When Mr. C.'s finger found my prostate, I groaned and shot my cum into his
soft mouth. He sucked down every drop until my cock deflated and slipped
out of his mouth. His assistant was moaning as well while his jism erupted
into Jill's mouth and throat. The seat of the chair in which Jill sat was
soaked with her pussy juices.

The old man stood and licked a droplet of my cum still clinging to his
lower lip and called his assistant over. While I stood and watched, the
young man dropped to his knees and sucked Mr. C. When he started to cum,
the old man pulled his considerable cock from the boy's mouth and finished
cumming on his face.

With his orgasm completed, Mr. C. zipped up his pants, adjusted his vest
and turned to Jill. She sat grinning, not bothering to close her legs or
even remove her hand from inside her panties.

"Now," he said calmly as if just completing my measurements, "what exactly
would you like to order?"

"As you can see, he needs literally everything, so what would you suggest?"
Jill asked as she slipped her soaked panties off and threw them to the
young assistant with a devilish grin. I could see a few drops of her juices
drip off of them as he caught them, lifted the panties to his nose for a
quick sniff then stuffed them in a pocket.

"May I suggest three suits, ten dress shirts, twenty ties, two sports coats
and five pairs of slacks to start?" he inquired.

"That sounds satisfactory," Jill answered. "I will leave the selection of
materials to you, as well as the necessary accessories and shoes. And don't
forget briefs, say twenty pairs."

"Excellent, Miss Jill, I will have one suit ready for a preliminary fitting
in two weeks."

I just stood there stunned while Jill and Mr. C, discussed these
arrangements. Jill rose and indicated I get dressed as she walked over the
young assistant and fondled his cock through his clothing.

"I can hardly wait to see what you come up with," she cooed, squeezed the
young man's balls and headed for the door with me in tow.

"How much is that all going to cost?" I asked incredulously as we walked
back to the cars.

"I have no idea," she answered and pulled me closer.

"But...but I can't just...."

"Of course you can and I insist. After all you have an important conference
and presentation coming up and I can't have you looking like...like an
absentminded professor!"

She looked at me with her evil grin and I didn't know what to say.

"Remind me to ask Mr. C. what he feeds his grandson, that boy's cum tasted
really good and leave your truck, we can get it later," she said as we
entered the parking garage. "I want you to drive my car home so I can give
you a blowjob on the way!"

It turned out she didn't wait for the ride home, at least not the first
blowjob. She pushed me back over the hood of her car and took my cock in
her mouth right there in the parking garage. As far as I could tell only
one car went by before I climaxed in her mouth.

Once we got in the car, she hitched up her skirt and jerked off her huge
clit, gushing pussy juices before we hit the first red light. Then she
dropped her head down into my lap and sucked my deflated cock hard again
until I shot another load of cum into her mouth just before we pulled up to
the community gate.

"Hmm we may have to take a few 'Sunday drives'," she cooed wiping her lips
with the back of her hand, "...all of us."

My cock was stiffening again as I pulled into the garage, envisioning
little Emma sucking me while I drove or Jill fucking her son in the back
seat at 70 miles per hour.



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