Chapter 1

It was a dumb movie and even though I was staring at the screen, I did not see any of it. The glass in my hand was almost empty, and as I reached for the bottle, I realized that I had way too much to drink and it was very late and time to go to bed, but I was not moving. I knew that it was stupid of me, but old habits die hard. Here I was, in my early forties, waiting up for my grown daughter and slowly getting drunk because she was late coming home from a party...

Of course that was not the only reason I couldn't sleep. I was also quite horny, and taking another sip of the brandy, I spread my legs a little wider to give my left hand more room. With my eyes closed I started to touch myself, trying to conjure up some guy, big and sexy with a long hard cock, but it was not working. What I got instead was the image of my best friend and her latest fluff as I saw them earlier in the day. I didn't want to think about them at first, but as my fingertips slid along the already moist groove I knew I was fooling myself. The truth was that I wanted to think about them very much. May be it was my favorite Greek brandy that did it, but after months and months of denial I was accepting it: I didn't want a man, I wanted a woman. God I wanted that bitch! No. I wanted both of them! Sitting there, staring blindly at the TV screen I realized that watching those two fuck each other crazy finally tipped me off the fence...

We weren't going to open until ten, but I had a few things to check in the back. I had the nagging feeling that we were short of some of the smaller sizes, and wanted to make sure before Donna placed the next order. I got pretty involved with the job, but after a while my stomach reminded me that I had no breakfast, and decided to grab a coffee.

I never quite made it.

As I turned the corner that led into the narrow corridor and beyond that into the office, I saw them through the open door. They were half naked, and they were not trying on dresses. They were meshed together in a tangle of arms and legs, but despite the confusion of limbs, I had no problem recognizing them. Donna wore her thick dark hair in a pony tail, and I didn't need to see her face to know who she was. The face of the smaller woman was clearly visible as she leaned her head back, her eyes tightly shut, her mouth half open, gasping for air.

Frozen with shock I stood there staring at them, and --incongruously- I wondered what a university student with a busy social life was doing here on a Saturday morning? Then I remembered that Bev Hatfield just finished her mid-terms and was going to be with us for a couple of weeks, and that meant working weekends. And she was obviously not wasting any time to get close to Management. The calculating little slut. I felt my heart pound in my chest and without realizing it I moved closer behind one of the racks. I knew about Donna for a long time, but this was the first time I actually saw her with a woman, and the sight sent a gamut of conflicting emotions through me. I was very angry, a bit surprised and - strangely- quite jealous. Standing there, frozen, I had this crazy thought that this was all my fault. After a life long friendship my sister-in law finally made a move on me, and it turned out to be a disaster. The two of us went skiing, had too much to drink and ended up in bed. It wasn't the first time for me, but the ancient memories were vague, and what we did that night totally unhinged me. It was good. It was too good. So good in fact that it scared me. Lying awake beside her after, with her taste still in my mouth I told myself that it had been all a mistake. Obviously I was straight. I used to be happily married and I had two grown children. I liked men, I loved cock, I loved fucking. I definitely was not gay! What happened years ago in college meant nothing... just silly kid stuff. And what Donna and I just did was a mistake. A careless, irresponsible escapade. And so I snuck out of the hotel while she was still asleep, and we never talked about it. I knew she was hurt and I was ashamed, not so much because of the sex but because I hurt her. Because I was too chicken to face her, to talk it through with her. To tell her I was scared because sex that night with her blew my mind...

Things between us changed after that. On the surface everything seemed normal, but underneath there was a distance. The old spontaneity was gone, and our friendship was not the same. And neither was Donna. She never denied her sexual orientation, but now she was a lot more open, almost blatant. And what was happening in that small back room a few feet away wouldn't have happened before our ski trip. I walked away from her then and now I was watching her making a fool of herself in our place of business with a young bimbo half her age.

I didn't know when they started, but by the time I discovered them the preliminaries were obviously over and the main event was about to commence. Bev was lying back on MY small cot, and I felt my mouth go dry as I looked at her. Although I hated her at the moment I admitted to myself that she was no bimbo. She was lovely and young with a cute face and great body, but apart from that she was bright, friendly and the costumers thought she was great. And obviously so did my slut of a partner. Oh, I had seen Donna flirt with the little bitch, but I never thought that she was going to do it for real. But she was. She was going to fuck the little slut bowlegged... IN OUR OFFICE! And then I realized that the very idea of it was turning me on like crazy. Most people have kinks and mine is watching. I love to watch people fuck. But that was just part of it. I shivered as I recognized that the best part was that I was spying on a woman who was like a sister to me... I wasn't really thinking as my hand slipped into my top and my fingers fumbled with the bra-hook. Then almost idly I was rubbing my nipples, and as I felt them grow hard I knew I was not going to move away any time soon...

Sitting there in the den using both hands now, the images I needed were finally there, and as my fingers began to twist the thick, rubbery nipple, I could almost see Bev clutching at her hard, apple like tits. They were not very big but they were disgustingly firm, and I remembered the jealous envy I had felt standing there watching them. I had my top open by then and I shoved my bra up to get to my boobs, and there was some satisfaction in the fact that they were round and flawless and they didn't really sag all that much. And that they were big enough so that I could suck them. I did not do that earlier in the office, I was too busy playing with my churning cunt, but I had a lot more time now. My tits felt soft and heavy as I hefted them, and I felt my mouth go dry as I pinched the nipples until they seemed to be ready to pop. I have huge, dark aureoles that puff up when I get horny and leaning down a little I let my spittle drop on my right nip. Then I spat on the left and then I forced them together to rub back and forth. It felt good, and even better when I stuck out my tongue to flick around the hard, berry like knobs, but it was not enough. Committed now, I scooted lower on the couch and lifting my ass a bit, I got rid of my panties. I didn't know how much time I had left before Annie came home, but I pushed the thought aside. I wanted to make this good, and I wanted to make it last. With my feet on the coffee table I watched as my right hand slid lower across my belly, watched my fingers grip into my damp bush, and had to grit my teeth as three digits curled into my sopping hole. It was hot and mushy and not all that tight, and even as I pushed deeper inside I already knew I needed more. I thought of my vibrator upstairs, and the much bigger rubber dildo, but even those were too mundane. The way I felt I wanted something big and hard and totally outlandish. Almost without thinking I reached for the near empty Metaxa bottle. It was long and smooth and thick and I wandered what those two dykes would do if they could see me like this, nearly naked, my tits hanging out and my panties on the floor, preparing to shove this obscene glass dildo into my big, drooling gash. The bottle felt cold and hard and not at all like the real thing but the very idea of fucking myself with something so nasty only added to my excitement. I was wide open now and the inner flesh of my cunt looked stark pink between the puffy, hair covered lips. I was mushy wet and my clit looked huge and I could smell myself as I scooted down a little. Tipping the bottle I watched the golden liquid trickle down the broad mound, seep into the damp, frizzy pelt, into the dark hewed, syrupy cunt slit, and almost screamed as the fiery brandy burned the creamy gash. I had two inches of the neck inside and wanted more, and shifted a little to improve the angle. I was using my right hand to grip the elongated flask and the knuckles of my left whitened as I pulled the lips apart with thumb and fingers. The TV screen was completely forgotten now as my eyes focused on the nasty looking glass cock slide deeper into the slimy, clinging hole, and I wished that I was limber enough to curl down and suck my own clit. Or that I had Donna down there licking me. Like she had been licking that little blond slut. Kneeling front of her, her face jammed into that beautiful young cunt, licking, sucking, chewing, sticking her tongue up her as if trying to reach her womb. I didn't see her tongue but I could hear Bev moan and scream, telling her to fuck her, to go deep, to stick her face into her. I was sweating as I drove the fake glass cock so deep it began to hurt, and for an instant wandered why peeping on people was such a turn on for me. It was a silly question, a no-brainer. I have known the answer for a very long time.

I was twelve when I had my first real orgasm and it came from imitating mom as she played with her pussy while my dad was pulling at his half stiff dick, trying to get it hard for the second time. She was lying back on the couch in the den, completely naked, one leg on the floor the other on the backrest, her pussy a wide open red gash surrounded by a thick dark fringe, one hand squeezing her tits, the other rubbing at her clitoris. She was talking at him, talking filthy, telling him how hot she was, how she wanted his big cock up her horny cunt, how she loved it when he stuck his prick up her ass. Then he pushed his thing into her mouth and that silenced her, and then she sucked him and kept fingering her slit, and neither of them was aware that they had an audience.

It would be easy to say that I was immediately turned on and went wild with excitement at the sight, but that wasn't the case. In fact I had been very confused and quite upset. Sure I knew a little bit about sex, but not very much, and what my parents were doing seemed gross. Especially mom. She was wonderful, very proper and very beautiful, and seeing her like that, hearing the things she said was terribly upsetting. Kneeling at top of the stairs, watching them, I was shaking and sweating and had to bite into my knuckles not to scream at them to stop. Then dad twisted around and started to do it to her, and as she hooked her legs around him, as she began to hump up against him, things began to change for me. I thought about it later, tried to remember exactly what happened, but couldn't. I just know that after a while what they were doing was not awful but exciting, and as my dad kept lunging into her I began to touch myself. That wasn't the first time I rubbed my pussy, but it was never like this, and as my hand between my legs picked up their rhythm, I couldn't tear myself away from my spy spot. The sight of their naked sweating bodies, the moaning, gasping sounds mom made, the nasty, dirty things my dad said were so overwhelming that I nearly fainted. Then she was telling him that she was coming, and he grunted that he was coming too, and a few feet away from them, sitting back on my knees, with my fingers pumping into my slit I had my first orgasm...