Message-ID: <23902asstr$956920206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000428052004.94336.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Mrs JWP" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Story Mrs.JWP 6/? Junior in the Lingerie Shoppe FFFF ROM Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2000 07:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar *******************Read Me First************************************ My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post of this story is only permitted if the posting site is free and non-commercial. Mrs. James Wentworth Preston (a Pen Name) Copyright 2000 *************************Thank You*********************************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston Chapter 6 Junior in the Lingerie Shoppe The magic of her cock jerking hand worked and Mr. James Wentworth Preston Junior's boner returned stronger that ever. He and Patty made their way into the lingerie shoppe and found several pretty girls anxious to wait on them. Dr. Patty Wentworth chose the mid-twenties busty bleach-blond manager with a glint in her eye. She took in Junior's fat cock and Patty's erect nipples, knowing that she was the `Lady needing some panties' from across the way, and decided that she'd do anything to be of service to them. Junior listened in: "No, she was sorry that they didn't have a proper dressing room for them, but she would bring out a large screen to offer some privacy while the lady changed into various items. Oh, OK! If that's what the lady wanted, she sure could put a of chair in there and, Oh NO! No problem. If the gentleman wanted to sit and watch, there would be no problem of course! No, they didn't have anything to drink. Why sure, but of course. She and Mrs. Smithson were close friends and, no, it wouldn't be a problem to send a girl over to the dress shoppe for the remaining Champagne. And fresh glasses? Three? Why no problem at all! Yes ma'am. No ma'am, but I'm sure that Ms. Davis wouldn't mind a bit. After all, Dr. Wentworth is one of the most important people at the University and it wouldn't be any problem to send the bill and deliver the selected items Mrs. Wentworth. Oh, please excuse me. You're a Doctor too? My, you don't seem bookish at all!" "Fine. I see. Oh, here's the Champagne. Debbie, take that into the Gentleman. Yes, Pour it into the three glasses. Thanks Debbie. Right ma'am. I understand. What would you like to see? Ah, well why don't we just wander around and select some things you might be interested in? Yes, yes! I agree. It's so hard for a lady to find just the right item, to ah. . . . please the gentleman. Right! Right, it's gotta please you first. Of course you're right! Now, what colors do you have in mind? I see. You know, I'm like that too. I like all the colors. Ohh! That one makes your eyes look fabulous! Yes, yes, that one too. Kelly, Kelly. Come with us and carry Mrs.'s. . . . no, I mean DOCTOR Wentworth's selections. Right Kelly, keep them grouped by style, that way Dr. . . . Oh. I'm sorry ma'am. Sure, Patty it'll be. I like that name; I'm a Patti too! Yes, quite a coincidence. Here Kelly, take these too. Well, if you can't hold them, take them over to the table in the back! Really, I try so hard with these girls." . . . . "yes, I love hard cocks too!" "What's over there? Those are our cover-ups, gowns, and nighties. Mrs. . . . I mean Patty, let's try on some of the things that we've already picked out. The cover-ups will have to coordinate with the under things, know what I mean? If you pick a red teddy, the gown will need to be the same or complementary color. Right? Let's go get a sip of champagne. I could use one. OK?" Patti and Patty joined Junior by the Champagne and a pile of gauzy female things. "Patty, this is James. He's a distant cousin of my husband and is such a dear to help me out today during my time of need. He's so sweet!" Patty bent to kiss his cheek, showed him her tits again and whispered in his ear: "I'm gonna suck you like there's no tomorrow!" James looked up to Patti as his dick throbbed again to fullness. "Patti, pleased I'm sure. Perhaps we could have one or two more chairs so we can all rest a bit." Patti called out to Kelly and Debbie to bring two more chairs, which they promptly did. The three sat and clinked glasses to `naughty nighties and women who wear them'. Junior asked Patti; "With a `y' or an `i'?" Patti was mystified and Patty choked on her Champaign, then caught up in giggles. "Your name," Junior pressed, "Do you spell Patti with a `y' or an `i'?" "Oh, oh, I'm with you now. I spell it with an `i'!" "Good. Two Pats. One's a Pat `i' and one's a Pat `y'! See, now if there's a power failure I'll be able to tell you two apart in the dark!" Slap! Slap! Two smacks on his thighs, one from each woman. "You'd better do better than that!" Patty exclaimed. "Yeah! Look here at these jugs," Patti cupped her big bust thru her sweater, "you couldn't ever miss these!" Junior gulped, decided to quit while he was ahead, muttering "we'll see." Patty grabbed Patti's hand and took her over to the selection table saying, "There better not be any `power failure' while my back is turned! Come on Patti, let's see what kind of hot stuff we got here!" Junior sat in amazement as Patti gasped when Patty dropped her sundress, standing nude in front of them both. So Patty asked her if "Nudity was prohibited in lingerie shops here?" "No, it's perfectly legal, but what about James?" "I don't think James is going to strip, are you James?" Junior carefully thought his answer out, replying: "No, not unless there's a pressing need for me to disrobe." Patti missed the sexual reference and pushed the issue: "I mean, you're related and he's not your husband. Won't he mind?" Patty, realizing how dumb Patti must really be, answered with another question to Junior: "James. Do you think your loving cousin, my dear husband, might object to you not getting naked with me here in Patti's shoppe?" Patti sputtered: "No! NO! That's not. . . . " Junior cut her off with: "Patti! I think cousin Robert has an open mind and that he wouldn't be upset if I had to get naked to please the lady in charge here!" Patti's eyes went wide, then narrowed to little slits. "Oh, you two! A pressing need huh! To please the lady in charge, huh! Listen, if you want to see some naked bodies, let me lock up and you'll see some nudity, buddy! Kelly, Debbie, it's party time! We're officially closed as of now! Get back there and show Mr. `loving cousin' what hot tits and pussy really mean! Now, go on! Strip for the nice man!" Patty made a small smile, shrugged her shoulders, and mouthed "Oh my! What have we done now?" The two shoppe girls arrived and nervously began to remove their clothes, taking undue care to make sure each piece was exactly folded properly, making two or three attempts at it. They'd only gotten to their blouses when Patti got back with a bottle of whiskey and paper cups. "Here ya go! Drinks on the house!" Patti eyed the girls with contempt. "Come on girls. You don't think twice about striping down after work to play lingerie slut with me; now that we've got a proper man here to show off in front of, you both get skittish. What's the problem? Scared? What can he do? There's four of us and only one of him. Now get those bras and pants and skirts off. Shoes too. Ok, Ok, leave your socks on your poor little cold feet. Quit stalling and let me see some hot pussy!" They both were nude, but shy and scared. Junior tried to defuse the situation by suggesting a more suitable ambiance: "What say we set the mood better by turning out the lights and. . . . " Patty moved to his side and punched his arm; Hard! "Hey, what did I say about power failures? Cousin or no cousin, you're gonna get a wallop for sure if you persist in this line of discussion. " Patti quizzed us both: "What do ya mean, insult? Who's insulting whom?" Junior covered quickly: "No, incense, not insult! And candles. You've piles of them here and I bet the gals would feel better about things with some nice smells and less light. Overhead florescent lamps are great for selling, but not for sexing!" "Oh, good idea. Girls, gather up some candles and incense. I'll go in the back and find some matches and metal trays for them to sit on and not burn up the place!" Junior wasn't sure how Patty felt about all this and looked up to her for guidance. He looked into her eyes and raised and eyebrow of speculation. She glanced around nervously and then sat down on his lap and snuggled into him, seemingly for warmth. He stroked her shoulder, across her back, down to her butt. Her skin was smooth and warm; he began to think about how other parts of her felt. Then she got two hands on his cock thru his slacks and started to pump it. "Hey Mister sausage man, is this the sausage Mommy gets each week? She says it's the best there is. It sure feels big and hot. Oh, it feels like its getting bigger. Can you make your sausage grow Mister sausage man? It must be a magic sausage!" Junior pulled her chin around to kiss her deep and hot. All day this minx had been teasing him and his nerves were getting frazzled! He was getting to the `Fuck or Swim' point. Still she pumped him. Not to be outdone, Junior eased his hand over to one of her fat tits. "Say little girl," he cooed to her as he palmed her boobs, "my Daddy says that you've got the best melons on the block. Is that right?" Junior teased one nipple hard, then the next. "Oh my! These melons have bumps on them. Maybe they're not so good after all? My Daddy says that if melons got bumps on them, they needed to be given the old tongue test! Now get your arm out of the way so I can taste test your fat melons." Just as Junior leaned in to get a taste, the girls came back with the incense, candles, and metal pie pans to set them in. "Hey Patti," one of them yelled, "you were right. They're starting without us!" Patty pushed him aside and helped the girls set the candles around, with the incense, and waited for Patti to bring the matches. Patti arrived with a box of matches and a large piece of fur. "This is genuine fake fur," she giggled. "What ever it is it'll be better that the cheap carpet on the floor. Light those candles girls, I'll go get the lights." Patti dashed away and the lights went off as the girls lit the candles and the incense. Patty stood in the middle holding the fake fur against her body. She draped it around her shoulders and coaxed the girls to move nearer Junior. "Come here girls. Sit on James's lap and hold his sausage. See, it won't hurt you. James won't hurt you either. See how big his sausage is? Well, you two should sit there rub it until it gets so big and hard and hot that James moans. Then you'll know you've made him feel really, really, good. OK? Will you do that for me?" They nodded in unison. One asked "What about Patti? Do you have a sausage for her to play with?" "No," Patty smiled at them, "but we do have melons to play with!" Patti returned and eyed the situation. Perplexed, she looked at Patty for direction. Patty took her hand and said: "The girls are playing with the sausage and we're gonna play with the melons!" Patty pushed her hands under Patti's sweater and pushed it up and over her head. Her huge tits were encased in a monster bra, the largest one Junior had ever seen. Patty was a little awed by what she saw but decided to throw caution to the wind. Cupping her hands around the tips of each mound, Patty sought the nipples to tease and twist. "Unhook this thing," Patty told Patti as she mouthed the nipples thru the bra material. Patty expected something better that this cheap cotton/nylon sling of an undergarment on this woman who ran an expensive lingerie shoppe. Patti finally got the last hook undone and the whole mass of it sagged forwarded without the powerful elastic band holding it tightly to Patti's torso. "Ahhhhh!" Patti said as her huge boobs were released from confinement. Patty held as much as she could hold of each tit and stared at the multiple sharp red lines where the bra had cut and pinched Patti all day. "Good Lord woman, what have you done to yourself. All these sharp red lines where that bra is cutting you. Don't they hurt?" "Well, sure, but that's the price I pay for being well endowed!" "Hell!," Patty replied. "Who ever told you that was a liar. Look here!" Patty pointed at her own chest. "My boobs are almost as big as yours, but they don't sag or hang down like yours. Have you been mashing your breasts in a restricting bra ever since they got big when you were a kid? No shit? Well no wonder you're a mess. Listen you've been royally fucked over by who ever told you that shit. Look, use two hands and hold one tit up next to mine. See, yours aren't that much bigger that mine but they're totally without muscle tone. They're absolutely with out shape or form. You've mashed them into nothing but mounds of muscle-less flab. Christ! You poor woman." Patti started crying and Patty pulled her down onto the fake fur where she cuddled her and stroked her softly, cooing soothing words to her. "It's OK. We can fix this! Out on the coast there's all sorts of gals who've been lied to, tricked, and deceived about their breasts. I've got a book at home, somewhere, that shows all the female chest muscle groups and simple, easy exercises to restore and tone the muscles. And I've got a good friend who will come out, take some measurements and photos and he'll custom design a bra for you that will make you look beautiful and never cut you like that piece of shit you've been wearing. Yes, yes. It's gonna be OK. We'll work together to get you fixed up. Now don't start crying, I need you to make me feel good. Yes, that's right. Suck on my nipple just like that. Ahhh!! Now you're doing it good. Oh yes, that's it. So nice. Such a good tit sucker. That's the way. Good girl, you make me all tingly." Junior eyed the girls in front of him and wondered what was going on. The lesbian action only fired him up except for the two bouncing girls on his knees. Although they had dressed and acted younger, he guessed that their age to be in the late teens, or early twenties. They both had apple size tits and wore no make-up. Their skin was without any tan and evenly milk white. Neither had any blemishes on their bodies; he saw neither freckles nor acne. They shyly had their hands on his hard-on encased in his pants, not moving, but looking at him for directions or guidance. Junior wasn't turned on by these girls and would have preferred to be without them. Then Patty and Patti changed positions and began to mouth each other's cunts. 69 action always got Junior hot; his cock pulsed with his lust. Kelly felt the throb and looked up to him with a smile. Debbie didn't seem to be feeling or seeing anything. Junior reached under Debbie's arm to get at her tit and she turned away, avoiding his touch. "Well Debbie! I suppose that you'd prefer to be down on the fur, eating pussy?" The girl turned to Junior and nodded. "Then get down there and use your tongue!" he said as he pushed her down to the floor. Debbie quickly got her mouth into the action and licked what ever tit or ass or pussy she could. Junior then tried to get to Kelly's tits and, even though she was jerking his cock, she wouldn't let him at her boobs either. "Phooey, you're a girl lover too? Go on, get down there yourself!" Kelly joined the pussy, tit, and ass licking group. Junior watched them gang up on Patty; she was new to the group and they especially wanted to taste her. Debbie was sucking her clit while ramming two fingers in her love hole, Kelly was also underneath her licking and sucking her tits, face, and mouth, while Patti had spread her ass cheeks so she could get all of her tongue into Patty's ass. After a whole day of sexual teasing, Patty began to orgasm in convulsions. Her pussy juices gushed over Debbie's face as she howled her pleasure into Kelly's ravishing mouth. Patti got her tongue caught in her clasping asshole then pulled back to let Patty roll to her side in a fetal position, gasping for breath. The three lingerie sluts reformed themselves into mutual kissing and fingering, letting Patty finished panting and collection her wits. Patty opened her eyes and spied Junior sitting alone watching the girls play. She got up and sat down on Junior's lap, nuzzling his neck as she traced his hard-on with a fingernail. "Well big boy, I got my cum but it doesn't seem like you got any satisfaction. Wow! I really had a big one. Want me to take care of you? If you're as hot as I was it won't take any time at all. Let's see, it's only 4:30 and. . . . Oh! Shit! Bob's going to be home soon! Damn! We're late! Real late! Shit! We gotta go!!" Patty jumped up, found her dress and sandals, put them on, and quickly sorted thru the lingerie they'd picked out. Patty grabbed two handfuls of stuff and gave them to Junior. "Take these up front and put them in some bags. We can't carry them out loose. I'll tell Patti" They turned to the girls. They had arranged themselves in a classic three way suck. Kelly was tending to Patti's clit, Patti was sucking Debbie, and Debbie was locked onto Kelly's pussy. Nothing but moans and slurps could be heard. It was obvious that they were going to be a while and needn't be broken up. "Let's go," Patty decided. "I'll leave her a note on one of Bob's cards." They went to the front. Junior put the garments into several store bags as Patty wrote Patti a quick note that she'd be back in the next day to pick out some more selections and settle up. They unlocked the door and went back to the car. "Where to now, my satisfied shopper?" Junior joked with Patty when they were ready to leave the parking lot of the shops. "Yeah, well. . . . I did sort of get carried away there." Patty admitted. "That Patti sure has a sweet pussy. I think she must douche with strawberry or something like that. But that Debbie sure knows how to suck cunt! She had me cumming almost immediately. Ha! I guess I woke the dead with all my yelling? Patti must have shoved four inches of tongue up my ass. God! What a combination! Kelly on my tits, Debbie on my clit, and Patti up my ass! Maybe we could make some money renting them out to lonely faculty wives!" "You're right, of course." Junior told her. "You'd be the most popular hostess until the Good Old Boys found out and sent you to the hoosecowl!" "Ok, ok! Let's go. I've got to get home. I've got all these new clothes and the least I can do, since he's going to pay for them, is get in one for him to show hubby where his money went." "Where is it?" Junior asked. "I mean, where do you and Professor Wentworth live?" "Oh, Damn. I don't know the address yet. I wrote it down but I didn't bring it with me. Rats! Don't you know where your `favorite' Professor lives?" "Uh, no. I mean he's never invited me over and I never snooped and I. . . . ah, well." "All right. I know it's away from the University off a major street. Drive back to downtown and we'll follow the main street until that corner with three gas stations and a drug store. Do you know that corner? We drove by there last night after he picked my up at the airport. We went right by it today; when you were driving me around. Remember?" "Well, I. . . . ah. . . . " Junior stammered. "Junior! You don't get around at all, do you!" she laughed at his worried face. "If you get us there, I know I'll find the street as we drive up. Hey! I got that map; let me find it and see." Patty found the map and thought it was one of several streets running from the center of the town uphill, away from the University area. Junior found his way back downtown and as they pulled up to the three- gas-stations-and-a-drugstore corner, she yelled: "This is it! Turn right. Turn right up at the corner. Yes, this is it! Hill Street! How Cleaver of the town fathers. Go up the hill and. . . . yes!. . . . this is it! Keep going. Right. Keep going. No, don't turn right. Not here. Oh, sorry. I didn't mean turn right. I meant that this is the right way! Good. . . . I'll say good. Ok? We're getting close. Up there. Where that taxi is pulling in. That's it!" she assumed a movie detective voice: "Follow that cab!" It was a left turn onto a woodsy street named Whispering Pines Trail. If fact, it was quite rural. Not many homes and those were set back quite a ways from the road. It was a `road', not a street. There were no sidewalks, curbs, or streetlights. The edge of the road were ditches. They were definitely out-of-town up here. "Nine! The house is number nine! I remember now. I made a joke that there must be only nine whispering pines! See? Right! Some big joke! Ha, ha! Ok, it's just up ahead. On the right. Up the hill. There's a big rock on either side of the driveway. With two of those red markers." Junior found it and drove up thru the tall pine trees. The drive twisted around and crossed the front of the house at a wide circular turn around area and continued around to the side, where presumably were the garages. At the front door a big black cab driver was ringing the bell, holding several boxes from the dress shop. Junior stopped and Patty hopped out. "My dresses! My dresses! My beautiful dresses. Thank you mister. Thanks a lot. If I'd have missed you I would have just died! Oh, let me get the key. I know I didn't forget that. Junior? Junior, come help! Take the boxes from the nice man and I'll. . . .Oh! More boxes? Sure, sure. They're all mine. Ok, let me get the door." Junior did what he could. Mostly he watched Patty's tits bounce around as she happily tried to do everything at once. First she got her key, then dropped it as she tried to carry too many boxes, then the cabbie dropped his boxes when Patty bent over to pick up her key and showed him her tits. In a few minutes, during which both Junior and the cabbie got nice hardons, everything got sorted out. The door got open, the parcels got delivered, and the driver explained that the fare had been paid. "Did the dress shop give him a tip? NO! Those cheap so-and-so's. Well, I've got nothing to give you. Junior? Junior! Do you have some money I can use to give the nice man a tip? Well, get out your wallet and let's see. No, that's not enough. Oh, here's a twenty. Give it to the nice man. Yes. yes. Well, he came out here into these lonely woods to help little ole' me. Isn't he sweet! Oh, it's Charlie! Your card? Taxi drivers have business cards? Well, isn't this nice. Sure, if I need a cab, I'll call. Cell phone? In your cab? How nice! Ok, you bet! I'll call and talk to you if I need a ride. Right! In fact, why don't you be here at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll need to go back to that shop again in the morning. OK?. . . . ah. . . . Charlie? A date! We've got a shopping date. Ok Charlie?" Patty turned on her smile and southern belle voice: "You'll come for me, won't you Charlie? You're so big and strong! You'll protect me from those nasty shop keepers and evil merchants! Won't you Charlie?" Patty's voice dripped sex. "Yes ma'am. Yes ma'am, I'll be real prompt. Right at ten. Sharp. Yes ma'am!" Charlie stammered and almost fell on his ass off the steps as he backed down to his cab. He got in, closed his door, adjusted his crotch, and pulled around the circle with a wave and a toot of his horn as he left. Junior couldn't help laughing and almost stumbled himself as he moved to his car while chiding Patty: "You're a little minx! Giving Charlie a big hardon! AND a twenty dollar tip on a seven dollar fare. You'd better be careful with him. This isn't California. Small town mid-America is still very snobbish about pretty little white wives of University Professors playing sexy games with local black cab drivers. I bet you he's on his car phone already telling his buddies about his big tip and your big tits! He'll be here for sure tomorrow, wanting more of what you've got. You'd better. . . . " "Where the hell are you going?" Patty demanded as she grabbed his arm. "And I do have to have a cab to get around until my car gets here on Friday! I can't rely on you; you've got labs to get ready and classes to go to. . . . " She turned to him with a horrible face: "Oh NO! You missed your classes! It's all my fault! Well, you're staying now for sure! I just wanted Bob to give you back the tip money, but now it's a lot more. He'll just have to give you a note for those two classes you missed. You know, something that says that you were busy doing chores for him and not to punish you for missing classes and. . . . " "It's Ok," Junior replied. "We can take care of that tomorrow. I'm sure that Bob. . . . er Dr. Wentworth, and I can fix everything up in the morning." "Oh Junior, don't make me cry!". . . . sniff. . . . sniff. . . . "You've been so nice and it was such a wonderful day and I couldn't have done it without you and. . . . " sniff. . . . sniff. . . . "I just want to be nice to you. You can't run off now! Bob will be here soon and you can't leave here like a rousted rabbit when I want to show him what a wonderful cousin he has and everything. . . . OH Please! Don't go! Stay for a little while; at least until Bob gets here and I get a chance to tell him. . . . " sniff. . . . sniff. . . . She had a grip on Junior's shirt front, her head buried against his chest, and was wiping her tits on his belly like they were sniffing! A guy can only take so much! "Ok, I'll stay!" Junior conceded. "But only for a while. You only just got here and I'm sure your husband would want to be alone with you." "Great!," Patty and her tits bounced with the good news. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the house into the foyer. End Chapter 6 ***********************My Dear Readers****************************** Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the 21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul. ***************Thank You For Reading My Story*********************** Mrs.James Wentworth Preston (a Pen Name) Copyright 2000 ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+